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Ides of Aquarius
03:26
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everything i ever said i couldnt help but make it up. everything i ever did i shouldn't have and regret it now. now that i know i have to let go. why do you hold on to something that broke?
always hoping that you'll see me like i saw you. like i still do. this moment, a sickness, gets us lost inside in the blood.
i've got a stolen reflex, another motion to test. i got to, got to change the batteries inside my head. and all the times that i've sworn, that fucking thing that you wore, a tale in history i wish we'd never written at all. and all that i've ever wanted to give opposed to all the lies you've regurgitated. it was all, all that i've ever come to believe opposed to all the lies you've regurgitated out...
hey, is that your goal? misdirecting me? well, who am i to disagree with that? i'll never get out the door, i know i dont deserve more. i'll never get out that door because of your effect on me. oh, i guess we should have known this was still ending. [scream] all that i've ever wanted to give opposed to all the lies you've regurgitated. it was all, all that i've ever come to believe opposed to all the lies you've regurgitated. so what was the time? i guess we've fallen in line with all the stupid lyrics written in the name of our plight. it was just fucking dumb, i should've walked out the door. but words are said so easy when you're under the floor. i gotta change my name to harold and scream.
so that this fucking dream might go away.
gotta change my name to harold and scream "it was a fucking dream"
but it just wont leave me now. will we never ever get this close again? so far from the ridges of the ocean.
i'm undeserving of this picture that we painted you know, i want a necktie that would make this go away.
and as you twist and turn your back to me, i cannot tell if i'll be free.
from this old love or will i be burned up?
i've been waiting for the lilac lover. where she goes i know that i could never go.
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well, the love that we shared, it tore us apart. i don't feel much for the feelings we had then.
i always did my best to never wasted.
i never meant to squeeze the juice from your heart
the crush, the love, the flesh was the bomb.
four times you glistened and four times you cut me apart
i left my lock with you, i thought you were safety.
begrudgingly we let our mouths then decay.
the ants crawl up back. the honeys heavenly.
but there's only so much a frozen stone can begin to display.
you never bothered me, i gave it everything.
my insides wrenched out when you swore to disclaim
"park her on park st." cause this keeps on happening.
i ripped all the love from your chest whenever we started to play
i know i must be everything you hate so go on tell me your feelings were delayed.
don't be hasty, she's got a lot to see.
empty meaning, obtuse words and things.
simple fractions, a blob of drastic beats
i'm not sane now. kegel and glockenspiel.
it's always on me, to fix up the tragedy.
oh, you didn't want this from the start.
but it's all that i've got.
can you wait to share the sea with me?
i don't need you, you don't need me.
we're on our own, nowhere to go.
your fucking ghost keeps playing tricks on me.
you're fucked, cause...
i believe in love and things and now you live in tragedy.
she never said what she did mean, he never told her anything.
everything i ever dreamed is wasted now that you've redeemed your love for empty shallow winks, your lust is just a memory.
which leaves me bored, ho.
oh, you didn't want this from the start.
but it's all that i've got.
can you wait to share the sea with me?
i dont need you, you dont need me.
we're on our own, nowhere to go.
i'm tired,
i'm bored.
so i'm told...
so i'm told...
so tired of being green, when my neck turned blue
my eyes were bloodshot baby - i was thinking of you.
now that i'm gone you wont feel bad.
and there's a hundred thousand reasons i can't get you back.
i know you're smiling up at me (from the underground).
when there's no one around. when there's no one around.
i know you're smiling up at me (from the underground).
when there's no one around.
when there's no one around.
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Help me out, I've been running circles with the scissors out. Pointing upwards Definite -- Definitely not good as turn my back I forget all of my childhood. I've been thinking quickly about the purpose of manhood. Denying all the facts like I'm a fucking false idol. So why don't you come squat up on my waist? I got bucketful shit I wanna put on your face.
Was it worth it to you? Did you do what you wanted too?
So I back tracked and followed you along the path, to an empty gas station from a foreign past. You drank a litre of the fuel and you didn't pay. I always knew that you were weird - that's what the voices said.
Hey girl, I know you like this. Why don't you come and dance with me? Hey girl, can't you see me? I got bunch of tats and free drink cards. Hey slut, you wanna fuck this. Yeah, I know, I know, I'm sure. Hey whore, (hey you!) Hey you, whore.
I've been wasting all my time on you, when I should've been focusing my efforts elsewhere. I wake up in a bed i dont know, wondering if i should stay or just go. I never had much control; no control. Tailored sheets, they're so hard to let go and hard to break from.
Help me out, I've been running circles with the scissors out. Pointing upwards Definite -- Definitely not good as turn my back I forget all of my childhood. I've been thinking quickly about the purpose of manhood. Denying all the facts like I'm a fucking false idol. So why don't you come squat up on my waist? I got bucketful shit I wanna put on your face.
And as the sea began to swell in the distance, I remember trying to make a wave that would rival anything that the Gods could ever send. Then on a whim you decide that within the water lies your escape. So calmly rest your weary head, my dear, rest your weary head. There is naught left for us to salvage, I fear all now has gone to waste. These faltered steps are moving forward, my tongue will not forget the taste. And as the current carries out all things, I've but one message to send. Even as the ocean swallows me, I know that this is not the end.
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i hope you break your fucking collar, fall and snap your meagre neck. the lies you told are broken bottles washed up in our bed.
your personality, it lacks distinction. and i struggle to breathe; with a rope around my throat. distrust was killing me. we laid awake at night talking about all our hopes, staring at our fucking bones, i know. we have nothing left. we have no home to go to.
so come around let’s watch a movie. i feel like watching big cause that’s a good background noise for actions under sheets that we’ll explore. will you have me over next time? i feel sick, i drank too much coke – shut your mouth, do what you’re told. shut your mouth and baby just go home!
and i cannot confess to all of my crimes but i never tried to hide them from you. you said we’re gonna be fine but all this time you lied to me.
can we help our flesh out?
let my magic fingers guide you there.
you’ll never make an honest man of me. you’ll never make honest man of me. i know in time that things would be just fine but in the end...you’ll never make an honest man of me. you’ll never man an honest man of me i know in time that things would be just fine but in the end... you want to be friends. and i can’t change this. well i won't do that. no, i just can’t do that.
get me out of this town.
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Patience is a Prison
03:51
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you roped me in with a rosy thread. told me what we were and then left me for dead.
was it all just hallucinations.. did you slip on your own tongue? did you bite it then bleed out and get what you deserve?
and yet I still think that we could have been so great.
did you get what you deserve?
i stared until it hurt, until my whites had turned to grays. all reality is gone, with a film grain overlaid. i could paint a lifelike image then i'd cover her in lead. drop that fucker in the ocean, yeah, watch her sink until she's dead.
pretend you'll be just fine to keep the monsters inside. you'll keep the monsters all inside your head.
rife with passion i could never last it, i was always told that this was all we had left. never look back never back that's what i said, i ran so fast while she lay there lifeless, cold dead skin like the dark from when we were young, i ran so fast while she lay there lifeless - and it was fucking worth it.
i trusted you too easily, my stars have betrayed me.
don't tell me we wasted time, don't tell me we wasted time, i learned so much from all our failings when i look back i'm running from a ghost.
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John Weasel pt. 2
03:57
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Who were we trying to fool about this sudden dilemma? Another chance to craft this tale with ceramic hands and delude her.
I made my point clear; I'm "all-fucking-business" john.
party time, part time bitches.
party time, part time bitches.
With nothing left, while trouble brews, this potion's scent, no taste imbued. They couldn't change their past. Why was he even there? I know, it's kind of wasteful, but their mouths are the bins here.
STOP
don't feed her garbage. these people are covered in trash.
weighing me down, i'm heavy chested. my iron lung, once made with love, will crush the best of intentions.
and if my lover should punish me i know that this pain, now covered in rust, will stain my wrists. like a cut from a hot butter knife, like a key made to leave this world that traps me.
have you ever wondered why a bullet leaves a gun, do you know where the red rushed out from? its a wound, like a star through the sun. how the planets all aligned just for me.
I don't understand you.
(do you know where the sluts are?) i'm a fucking pathetic man with a warped sense of pride. i'm shallow, conceited, but I'll fuck til I die.
no, I don't get a thing at all.
so tell me, i've wondered, do you value your partners?
do you keep the shattered pieces of your morals in a box?
is the party worth the progression of your life and your profession?
will the dizzying high make your life all worthwhile?
we've thrown away our morals.
fucked our best friends ex girlfriends.
we fall on to the dust, regurgitate our lust.
find the one and say we'll keep them, but begin to dive much deeper.
cause nothings as it seems as we succumb to broken dreams.
we don't deserve the friends that we've earned,
we don't deserve the time that we've burned.
wrap your arms around me, i will carry you out safely. i will protect you, protect you from all the shit they'll pull you through.
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