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my own private purgatory
04:31
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Looking down i stole the stain
looking back the way i came
i'll scratch the itch to invite the fester
this pulsing wound is a mocker
the hell am i doing here
what the hell am i doing here
ages will hide my surprise
thoughts that stay frozen in ice
open up my chest to see whats left
as the black blood comes flooding out
maggots making nests in our gaping mouths
i'll swallow it down swallow it down
the hell am i doing here
what the hell am i doing here
ages will hide my surprise
thoughts that stay frozen in ice
but regret grows stale with time
shes farther than before the girl i adore
shes farther than before the girl i adore
even if i yell your name it seems too soon or too late
and even if i yell your name it seems too soon or too late
i wish i was a mute cause then i'd have an excuse
but you weren't waiting outside my house ready to resume
so i guess i'll loosen the hinges of my tongue that i've bit for far too long
i miss you
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2. |
cracking thumbs
02:23
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I miss the crack of thumbs
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3. |
moths
03:42
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anticipating her favored feline glares
standing up my neck hair
i'm still a sucker for those collarbone snares
even if they preferred me last last year
i'm really thinking that I shouldn't be here
every corner I take panic creeps near
and so my certainty dies
thank god darcy's here to save me from carving out my spine
oh feline eyes where can I hide
I've got these moth holes eating out my mind
oh feline eyes I'm a sorry sight
choked by a full throat when I pass you by
It's hard to be civil with this vulture breathing down my neck
It's too late to escape just quicken my decay
I'm wishing this'll be over but here she comes again
don't break my ribs don't heat my chest there's nothing left
my walking corpse don't need no head a paradise
I'm trying to be sane
as my hopes subside
I'm trying to be sane
In this vultures paradise
but it's not as plain
as black and white
oh feline eyes where can I hide
I've got these moth holes on my woolen mind
oh feline eyes I'm a sorry sight
broke by a full throat when I pass you by
She knows my life's goin nowhere
She knows my life's goin nowhere
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4. |
sour
01:06
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I think I'm going down. Cut it out?
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cocoon
02:30
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the doors wide open
if you take the time to see
hows the hows the view
i'm in love with you
hows the hows the view
from your cocoon
hate's all i see
it's all thats left of me
i titter at the edge
my fragile sanity
i invest in the dead
they see the best in me
some soft lala's
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6. |
untitled #6
03:28
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everyone's expendable these days
falling to the charms of snakes
you can mimic me i don't mind
you'll always be a step behind
everyone's expendable these days
knocking down friendships see where loyalties lie
never a forgiving type i'm not kind
see the whole world through jaded eyes
everyone's expendable these days
falling to the charms of snakes
you can mimic me i don't mind
i was only the prototype
everyone's expendable these days
a final cut so long sober lies
never a forgiving type i'm not kind
see the whole world through jaded eyes
think things over.
why?
think things over.
why.
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7. |
glam rot
03:41
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i've kept my dreams tight and dropped all my friends
i'm trying but i think that i've lost myself again
i see an end in sight maybe theres my home
chasing horizon lines another rolling stone
but i just can't decide which way to go
wasting all this time trying to fit his mould
envy and spite daughters of the night
whisper in my ear it's gona be alright
envy and spite daughters of the night
whisper in my ear it's gona be alright
i've kept my dreams tight and cut off all my limbs
i'm crawling but i think that i'll just give up again
there's not an end in sight trapped on your plateau
chasing horizon lines a rolling stone erodes
so i think i'll just lie on this bed of bleached bone
wasting all this time trying to sell my soul
envy and spite daughters of the night
whisper in my ear it's gona be alright
envy and spite daughters of the night
whisper in my ear it's gona be alright
smother me dear i'm petrified
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8. |
what pulp
02:25
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you're not even worth the spit from marbled to mold
my only interest's decay well fed on yesterday's
i wake to listen just a sheep in the fog
roll away headaches from the salt in my throat
thumb stump i'm farther now
my patience no thinner ice
i'll show you towards the door
your voice it bores me blind
sorry i'm dull
sorry i'm dull
scraping from this pit all of my burdening pulp
trapped on an atoll with ego's fed by smaller mice
i'm followed by a leper your names are on the tip of his tongue
plunging down the same slope some more lines under my eye
let these fingernails console
what am i supposed to do with jib head advice
he lays at my doormat
a cancer that clogs my mind
sorry i'm dull
sorry i'm dull
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9. |
honolulu who cares
04:30
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i'm wasting my days in a pillow haze
so honolulu who cares when paradise ain't far
i'm running from it yeah i'm weaving through scars
poi pounding my brain i think i need a restart
i've got nothing to give just sand in my veins
smelling my wrists the musk of hate
so i'll go and skate yeah i'm weaving through cars
i'm taking a piss on how these mongos go hard
oh i left cali for this i'm falling apart
these smears on my brain they know who you are
i'm done being a kid ignoring mistakes
these daydreams don't sit they want ink on the page
but i'll inseminate my fears just feeding the plague
the pricks bloods in me don't mean we're the same
so honolulu who cares
honolulu who cares when paradise ain't far
when paradise ain't far
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10. |
a murmur ft. beck.haus
04:56
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i waver
i waver between worlds
slowly slowly i crawl
i trip and fall into
a hint
a hint of the rest of me
a hint of the rest of me
a hint of the rest of me
taste the air inbetween
i waver lazily
i waver lazily
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11. |
peanut toe
01:03
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yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw yaw
yaw yaw
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