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Asylum
01:50
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Lobotomy is not treating me,
so we'll fix it with shock therapy.
This institution can't agree
on what my mental state might be.
So they locked me up,
threw away the key,
I pray each day she'll come to me.
I've kissed the lips of death, you see,
she stole my beating heart and now my soul
is on its way to a better place.
I pray to god to save me.
Holding me tightly, she sings me to sleep
some sweet melody that's haunting my dreams.
Leading me closer to what I can't see
but blood in my eyes has put me to sleep.
God help my soul now that I am at ease
take me to hell, I beg and I plead.
Screaming your name as I'm falling asleep.
Screams turn to songs
you once sang to me
a lullaby of misery
to get me through.
A lost cause, a lonely place
to salvage some emotion.
Black hearts beating all together,
marching soldiers dressed in white.
I'm afraid there's no hope in sight,
we won't be remembered,
but dark angels never sleep
and they're just waiting to take me away.
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Nowhere
03:27
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The hardest part of this is
the overwhelming feeling that i get
when you walk into the room.
You're killing me and you have no idea
But I'll keep hiding 'til the time is right
like the stars hide in the ocean at night.
A letter with no intention of ever being sung to you
and my hands are shaking.
A thousand times we repeat the process
but we're going nowhere.
I think of you and in my dreams
you're holding me and we are so content.
But dreams all turn to nightmares,
panic starts setting in,
and I'm terrified of everything i see.
And when i wake up I am all alone
and I need you now more than ever.
A letter with no intention of ever being sung to you
and my hands are shaking.
A thousand times we repeat the process
but we're going nowhere.
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Knapsack
02:27
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Though I left here a long time ago for a long list of damn good reasons.
Thought to myself "I will never return."
But look at me now,
longing for nostalgic comfort.
But I can't stand some people here,
this house is not a home.
I have left a piece of myself
something lost along the road.
With a knapsack full of optimism,
dreams, and just a bit of liquor,
take the time to appreciate the scenery
it will get you there quicker.
Seven days ago, arrived into this place that I call home for now,
somewhere to track down my dreams.
But I haven't been sleeping,
'cause there's too much fucking noise out there on the outside
and I can't seem to get away.
But I can't stand some people here,
this house is not a home.
I have left a piece of myself
something lost along the road.
With a knapsack full of optimism,
dreams, and just a bit of liquor,
take the time to appreciate the scenery
it will get you there quicker.
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4. |
Piano Jams
03:10
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Perhaps you were left alone for too long
Outside in the rain
And the cold fell upon you
You were never the same
I've been thinking, that one time
Was one time too many
You should probably calm down
Talk a walk, leave this town
Things are far more difficult
When you're hallucinating
Panic attacks every hour
And falling asleep is a nightmare
Perhaps this was not the only option
But you saw it that way
You were so sick from fighting
You were never the same
I've been thinking, that one time
Was one time too many
You should probably wake up
And fall asleep somewhere else tonight
I worked so hard
you would remember
I was asleep
for 2 weeks in September
Things are far more difficult
When you're hallucinating
Panic attacks every hour
And falling asleep is a nightmare
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5. |
Science
02:44
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How many hours,
days or forever?
We are uncertain of where we stand.
Upon the tress
I have a view, immaculate indeed
and that was the last I said to you when we spoke in July.
And my days are long,
but this couch is far more comfortable,
I think I'll sink here a while.
Like a moonlit grin, a smile,
a smile to save me from working,
to permeate my brain forever
we will crash like waves together.
And the sunset, it's like fire in my eye.
Rays of light are piercing through my skull,
my head is screwed on far too tight.
A light bulb, but my light is just a bit too bright
and on these summer nights,
we raise our hands up to the sky asking,
"Where is the rain?"
And my days are long,
but this couch is far more comfortable,
I think I'll sink here a while.
Like a moonlit grin, a smile,
a smile to save me from working,
to permeate my brain forever
we will crash like waves together.
Sweet, luscious rain,
don't ever leave me.
The moisture is simple,
majestic in a particular fashion that is alien to us.
We can't understand our craving for sustenance,
but I need the love of a rain cloud
I need it, 'cause I'm so tired.
And my days are long,
but this couch is far more comfortable,
I think I'll sink here a while.
Like a moonlit grin, a smile,
a smile to save me from working,
to permeate my brain forever
we will crash like waves together.
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6. |
Moth Insurance
03:10
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If I said to you,
"Darling, I'm terrified."
Would you hold me
by your side?
Let's talk about character flaws
and sustaining longevity.
Tripping over words and my own tongue
I'm so sorry, I'm better off asleep
Before that summer night
when you held my hand.
I never thought
I'd be happy again.
Let's talk about character flaws
and sustaining longevity.
Tripping over words and my own tongue
I'm so sorry, I'm better off asleep
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7. |
Wombat
03:03
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I went for a walk one day outside
it was 45 degrees, the sun was in my eyes
but I was wearing shades
I don't need to drive an Escalade to show that I've got class,
I wear sweater vests and have a cat
and dont' like traveling very fast.
On a corner there's a liquor store,
we'll meet there in an hour.
I've got time to count my cash and maybe have myself a shower
After meeting I will be a brand new man
'cause I've got happiness dissolving in the pocket of my pants.
I will go home now to sink and dream,
when I find solace, I'll be happy as a mollusk,
I'll take a trip, but I'll be back,
you will see.
Here he comes to save the day
Wearing striped leather and a new toupee
Riding with the money shoved in his bag
Riding with them skates with that new school swag.
Down the street, just yards away
I turned around to my dismay
A man approached with questions,
but I was all out of answers.
"That's not good enough", he says.
"Put your hands behind your back!"
But I was smarter, not a martyr,
my bag's hiding safely behind a tree.
When he lets me go I leave to go retrieve
my bag of goodies beneath the bushes.
Come with me and we will be figments of imagination.
Here he comes to save the day
Wearing striped leather and a new toupee
Riding with the money shoved in his bag
Riding with them skates with that new school swag
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Heart of the forest,
we've lost our way.
This here will calm your nerves,
so don't be nervous.
Where are you now?
I can't breathe.
I'm underwater, where breathing is done much differently.
Don't follow, keep your head above the water.
So says the coelacanth with the razors in his hands.
Turn around, this is no place for you to be,
Look inside yourself, the answers that you seek,
you won't be hearing them from me.
Take my breath away, leave me shaking in the corner.
Coming to, falling through, you'll be safe until the morning.
Recollection, mind is a blur,
See your face, I hear your voice,
calling out my name, but I am lost forever.
Small white pills take all the pain away,
make me feel alive.
This here will cut me down, so don't you worry.
Where are you now?
I can't breathe.
I'm underwater, where breathing is done much differently.
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9. |
Sundrops
04:24
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Wide eyed
sun swallows horizon
and I am eaten alive.
Oh, my darling
how you've ruined me.
I let you in my bones,
but you've stolen all my marrow.
The tables turn and turn again,
all of us dying since the day we saw light.
Forgive and forget, they tell me.
I wish it were that easy
this is it, you see.
You'll be sorry someday
Wide eyed
moon devours daylight
and my knees are breaking.
Memories of younger days
set fire to the room.
Eyes shift, swift movements,
this house is swallowed whole.
Oceans spill to cities,
sky is breaking open.
This is your warning.
But arms drag like lead weights,
consciousness depleted.
Prepare for crash landing.
Wide eyed
light bringer melts to puddles
as darkness drowns colorful shapes.
An impossible cosmic journey
severs safety lines
between body and soul,
and I'm falling down the black hole.
By now I've forgotten
all about you.
But my head is still spinning.
I won't show these walls that I'm building up to hide behind from you.
So we can both forget who I am.
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10. |
I'll Stay Home Tonight
03:54
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They found me on your kitchen floor
I snuck in through your bedroom window.
Remind me of the days when I was happy without you.
They're so far gone.
And how does my blood taste,
stumbling off your lips?
If you could be my medication,
I'd drop all these pills.
Pick up all the empty bottles,
and drop them off the earth.
Evasive, like the criminal they never could catch,
and I haven't slept in weeks.
I lie awake and dream of you,
my dreams, they'll never come true.
And how does my blood taste,
stumbling off your lips?
If you could be my medication,
I'd drop all these pills.
Pick up all the empty bottles,
and drop them off the earth.
This room is spinning faster than ever before.
I'm trying to stay high.
Tell them all be quiet,
careful what they wish for.
I'm never coming down.
And how does my blood taste,
stumbling off your lips?
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