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Something Good
01:41
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2. |
Something Better
05:05
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Fly the flag to signal your truth.
Don’t wait, the mobs not far from you.
So close, but no cigar or clue.
Can you win when you play to lose?
Support a cause, fame and virtue
Ignorance isn’t an excuse
For the lack of morals you pursue
Change the rules, you still play to lose.
Do what you want not what you should.
Is there something better than something good?
Wouldn’t do it right even if you could.
Is there something better than something good?
Take the thrill, only to refuse
Made up rhymes to maim and accuse.
Common sense seems to convolute...
Silly games that you aim to lose.
Cause consequence bounces off of you,
Not like rubber, more like sniffing glue.
You’re a mess, cause no one told you
How to win so you aim to lose.
Do what you want not what you should.
Is there something better than something good?
Would you do it right even if you could?
Is there something better than something good?
Do as you please and please no one you should.
Couldn’t do it right even if you would.
Is there something better than something good?
Wouldn’t look it in the eyes even if you could
I’m not a toy to act like you should
Couldn’t look me in the eyes even if you would.
Is there something better than something good?
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3. |
Do The Twitch
03:01
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While you’re asleep, I’m wide awake.
Guard your soul or it’s mine to take.
Between your legs where I break in.
I do as I please, tell me your sins.
Say one more time it will be fine.
Whatever keeps you safe at night.
Assume the position, don’t turn out the lights.
Forget the cliche, I fuckin' bite.
And you go ohhhh
Oh o oh o oh o.
Cover your eyes, turn yourself blind
To decisions you made, and now you’re mine.
Let’s get through this, and do the twitch
Cause I am life, and life’s a bitch.
Faster, and faster, and faster still.
Reach into your emotional tilt
Let’s see how deep the bottom gets.
Down to your depths then onto the next.
And you go Ohh oh ohh
Oh ohh ohh ohh
Ohh oh ohh oh ohh ohh ohh
And you go Ohh oh ohh
Oh ohh ohh ohh
Ohh oh ohh oh ohh ohh ohh
Ohh oh ohh oh ohh ohh ohh
TWITCH
TWITCH
TWITCH
TWITCH
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4. |
Rabbit Hole
03:52
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Here I go all alone,
Down this rabbit hole again.
Nothing much you can do,
Not for me, just be a friend.
In the darkest of nights,
Be the light, that I can find.
Because I know you won't go,
When it gets too messy for most.
All the blood, sweat, and tears,
Are coming to an end.
Now I'm broke,
Cause my will, has no more bend.
You always seemed so in control of your mind,
Bearing your soul.
All the things that you do,
One day soon, will take its toll.
When the world, dragged you down,
You kept your head above the ground.
But no more, you're just a shell of who you were,
See you in hell.
All the blood, sweat, and tears,
Are coming to an end.
Now I'm broke,
Cause my will, has no more bend.
It's not on you, but it's true,
You left me there for dead.
Here I go, less than whole,
Down the rabbit hole again.
There you go, take my soul,
Push me down, over the ledge.
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5. |
No One's There
03:55
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Can you feel it in the air?
It might taste sweet, but nothings there.
Like the whispers in your ear when you’re alone.
Slowly spinning down the drain,
Slipping soft like falling rain.
Brushing up against your skin drawing you back in
Can you feel it in the air?
Calling your name, but no ones there.
There’s no one left because no ones there.
There’s no one left because no ones there.
There’s no one left because no ones there.
There’s no one left because no ones there.
Can you feel it brush your cheek?
Arms are heavy, knees are weak.
Like a war against yourself, wasted time.
A stiff breeze takes you away yesterday into the fade.
Can you feel it in the air?
Calling your name but no ones there.
There’s no one left because no ones there.
There’s no one left because no ones there.
There’s no one left because no ones there.
There’s no one left because no ones there.
Now you feel it tear your skin
There’s no one left because no ones there.
There’s no one left because no ones there.
There’s no one left because no ones there.
There’s no one left because no ones there.
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6. |
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01:20
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7. |
Pictures of the Past
06:20
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Picture a day where the things that you do and you don’t
Won’t matter anymore.
What a bore it is to live in the shadows of things you could be,
But we'll see you can blur your sight to be see
What you do or you don’t want to see.
When it’s all said and done.
What will be, what matters most or not at all, it’s your call, ultimately
Cause I won’t get to know, you anymore,
I’m still sore from what you did to me.
Now, all we have are theses pictures of the past.
Picture a day where the things that you do and you don't
Will matter to only you.
Cause it’s through. You had time to fix what you eschewed
And pushed away all the feelings to a later day.
But, anyway,
Happiness is a laugh cause all we have are pictures of the past.
Picture a day where the things that you do wont matter.
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8. |
Not Sure
03:43
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Now, who the fuck do you think you are?
How'd that attitude get you so far?
You're rude and entitled, head in the sand
Now, sling that shit from the phone in your hand
Because I'm...
Not sure that I'm right,
But, I'm sure I'm sure
Not sure that I'm right
But, I'm sure you're wrong
Now with that mask glued to your face
You'll say anything to put me in my place
Your fragile psyche breaks not bends
When everything I say seems to offend you
Because I'm...
Not sure that I'm right,
But, I'm sure I'm sure
Not sure that I'm right,
But, I'm sure I'm sure
Not sure that I'm right,
But, I'm sure I'm sure
Not sure that I'm right
But, I'm sure you're wrong
You're just a sheep dressed in wolf's clothes
Hacking up your face just to spite your nose
Because I'm
Not sure that I'm right,
But, I'm sure I'm sure
Not sure that I'm right,
But, I'm sure I'm sure
Not sure that I'm right,
But, I'm sure I'm sure
Not sure that I'm right
But, I'm sure you're wrong
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9. |
La Mirada
05:12
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Come along now, there's harm to be done
Take a number and see what you won
Keep it to yourself, don't share it with me
Cause dumb luck paves the streets where even bad advice isn't free
... Isn't free, dumb luck paves the streets
Where even bad advice...
Following is easy and mindless, and fun
For the deaf, blind, or dumb, some fool errands to run
Buckle up if you want, but a little pain never hurt
Cause dumb luck paves the streets where even bad advice isn't free
... Isn't free, dumb luck paves the streets
Where even bad advice...
Long is the road when you're leading yourself
At least the hard way has taught you that being someone else...
Isn't free
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10. |
Cold Feet
10:44
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Karma Vulture Nashville, Tennessee
Loud.
As.
Fuck.
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