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The Whores of Stardom
02:36
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The Whores of Stardom
Move or be trodden upon / By the skeletons / You fleshed out yourselves / Tried your best / And I guess / Got too impressed / To conceive we'd ever reach epiphany / Who's ever thought we'd get to play in the woods / But we did… / Learned the hard way / Run-offs we've been fed / Aren't quite the thing / Hold back your anger / You had us trying / To slip away from the asphalt coated skin of indifference / For too long / Far too fucking long / While you were dipping your tongues / In the jars of ambrosia / Our lips been cracking / Saliva boiling but… / Good things come to those who wait / So why take the first bait and give it all.../ … Away / Applaud yourselves / For you made this happen / All yer scornful grins / Fueled and drove this passion / Catharsis at its best / Now move or be trodden upon / We ain't buying / This fame that reeks of piss / Opinionated, contagious complacency / You had us trying / To slip away from the asphalt coated skin of indifference / For too long / Too long / While you were dipping your tongues / In the jars of ambrosia / Our lips been cracking / Saliva boiling / Countless times we've been told not to play in the woods / But we did, we loved it and still we do / Applaud yourselves / Catharsis at its best / Now move or be trodden upon.
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7-0-2
04:29
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7-0-2
And the circus leaves town /Clown’s time’s elapsed / Seconds of glory drowned in hours of tears / A verdict that stirs bitterness / Reminds of the times one could have second guessed / One surely would have second guessed / Had he only known / That your mind’s one fucking… / …Mess… / Oh God, confess!!! / Don’t you worry / You’ll be fine, my one and only porcupine / Don’t you draw that line / Drop your coat of spines / Let the sunlight heal the tainted heart / ‘Cuz’ all you leave is … / …Mess… / Ms. Self-obsessed!!! / Don’t you worry / You’ll be fine, we’re keeping it all clandestine / Don’t you draw that line / Drop your coat of spines / Let the sunlight heal the tainted heart / So hard when meaning always comes apart / And all you leave is mess / Starved for affection / I came to you / With sound of your “fuck off” / I swore I’d never return / But you knew / I’ll be back to beg you keep / Offering your arms to feed / This downright defeat / On this rotten deck of a sinking ship / I’ll be counting days till I’m fathoms deep / I guess we’ll never find out whose fault it is / Go help yourself / Blame it all on me / I’ll be counting days till I’m fathoms deep / ‘Cuz’ the shore’s too distant / And you won’t listen / But as odd as I am / You bet I do comprehend that / Some things are better thought than said / All in all, this conversation…/ This conversation's over / You never mean what you say and never say what you mean anyway / End in itself / Never a means to one / But as odd as I am /
I do comprehend / Some things are better thought / They’re better thought / And left unsaid!!!
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Ain’t No Weight Young Lad Can’t Take
Let us resign on / Counting breaths we're taking / Tonight, matter only those we hold /
Matter only those we hold / Caught somewhere in between? / Looped scenes run over and over? Are you in? Listening? / 1-2-3-4 / I’m on strike somehow, with both “forever” and “just for now”/ Words of a semi-hedonist / Asking the thousandth time / Is it? / Is it all there is to this? / Is it all? / Is it all there is to this? Is it all there is to this feeble imitation? / That’s all but giving / Gnaws like acid the moment you give in / Was it all just a little thrill? / Or being a part of this awful joke? / What if I couldn't find hands apart from mine to wrap around and squeeze your throat? / Razors running up and down your spine sealed your fate / Now the weight was something young lad couldn't take / So we keep marching to these corporate anthems of today / And then snap, all mouths go agape/ As gravity rids another of his aches / Could somebody please give us a break / (or) Anything… / ...Anything that would break the curse / Cleanse my life of/ ‘needs’ /and ‘wants’/ so at the end /of days/ the man / drops dead /with more/ gains to match the loss / Bear witness to the greatest man's defeat / Inherent urges that he ought to feed / Are you ready for more? / More sweat, strained tendons / Soiled teeth, bruised ribs beneath your ragged clothes / Let us resign on counting breaths we're taking / Tonight matter only those we hold / Does it ring a bell now, does it strike a chord?
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Rhetoric of a Bitter Man
03:18
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Rhetoric of a Bitter Man
I've grown tired of sifting sighs you make / With every word I utter / Seeing your eyes flip in disdain / Over feelings from the gutter / Now with a soul the size of needle's eye / I come to tie down / To have your ears for a while… / And you got him there/ Pale face, blank stare but the lips won't fucking part / Tries to gather the threads of a tangled speech he's woven for so long / Now none of the scabs seem to fit his wounds / And the words bring no relief / And all he says is: "I do, Oh I do not regret a single second of being yer thief" / The rain of thoughts keeps pouring down / And I know this matters as much as a grain of sand does / To a desert plain / One life out of billion / I dare to say / And I know I matter / As much as a grain of sand does / To a desert plain / Being "one out of billion” / Draw the curtains ‘round me / Conceal the scene of crime / The story's over now / The story's over / Can't reconcile, and rectify / The harms of past / The guilt-soaked repentances won’t do this time / And I know this matters as much as a grain of sand does / To a desert plain / And I know I matter / As much as a grain of sand does / To a desert plain / I dare to say / Draw the curtains ‘round me / The story's over now.
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The Two of Us
02:57
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The Two of Us (Hand in Hand, Leaving Footprints in the Sand)
This ain’t no fake baby / This is as real as it gets / I travelled seven seas / To please this queen on neglect / Let's make this heartache cease / Put an end to our spleen / Behold, the match of the year / Oh yes we are, oh yes indeed! / Bring on some friction Cinderella / Did this proposal make you stutter? / Well then I got the street name right / So, why the fuck you think I walked the extra mile? / Don’t you stand there in denial of what you knew I knew too was a matter of time / Shame’s a thing not worth a thought / When the urges play the prime / C’mon and fuck Ms.Pride / Right into her face / This place's witnessed thousand feasts at least / Of the wretched and diseased / Quit acting mean / I'm bored with 'in-betweens' / ‘Cuz’ clean means lonely / Do us a favor / Leave your self-esteem at the door / At the door- step in and be all mine / And be all mine / This time it's clear honey / We’re going anywhere but home /
I bet the same scenes flicker / In our heads alone / Hand in hand, leaving footprints in the sand we approach the sea / And then I take a leave / And I’m out of here / Can’t you see? / We’re constant victims of our false ideals.
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