1. |
Mirror Song
01:33
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This is trench fucking warfare
Crippled by the gnawing
Talk yourself out of the aching
Repeat after me: "Put the gun to your head."
"Put the gun to your head."
Draped in listlessness
Cloaked in narrowness
Swallowed by emptiness
Shrouded in blindness
Rebirth into nothingness
Rewire me
Everything must go
Murder the old me
Burn me to the ground
Pick up the pieces
Redraw the boundaries
Take back your psyche
Reclaim your mind
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2. |
Forgiveness Song
04:28
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You switched my bed with words left open to interpretation
You cut me open just to see how it tasted
You were the brightest colors and the darkest corners
You taught me all about the sun and then you rained
Nothing but rain
I thought I needed you to heal me
I couldn't stop the fucking bleeding
I found the answer
Found it buried in the problem
These puzzles always seemed
Too big for me to solve them
I guess I just get tripped
Naïvety, nostalgia
Just two more kids forever sulking in the amber
In the amber
Who are you?
I just wanna know
Bigger teeth than heart can handle
Just pups in great white clothes
Short words of violent rapture
Stronger than ever known
You can't define yourself by
Another's flaws
We are such different people
I don't hate you anymore
And I screamed (Bury me! Bury me!)
In my sleep (Or what seemed like sleep)
Left those dreams (Oh, just leave everything)
Six feet deep
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3. |
Sorrow Song
05:29
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The sickness spread like fire through your fragile frame
They sent you their best wishes and forgot your name
That's the funny thing about your breathing days
Tepid appreciation only comes in waves
Quiet heart
I'm trying to atone
For the person that I was
The burdened, shaking child
Barely made of dust
Sympathy cards
Taped to my wall
Broken hearts
Taped to my skull
And who the fuck do you think you are?
Plastic apology, bullshit heart
Do I need to die
For you to apologize?
You disgust me
You disgust me
Sitting in your car
Intimations of our own mortality
I stopped calling eventually
In the Earth, beautiful dirt
Free from hurt of unchecked worth
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