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Violet's Intervention
03:29
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Bite your lip it's so misleading
The tension breaks when it's all repeating
But I'll shrug it off, forget it,
wait until the weekend.
"She's been toying with her demons
It's just that basic..."
Pretend, pretend,
To fall for every trumped up thing he says....
You wait until the weekend to rhyme with every reason…
Splashing number five in sackcloth and ashes.
(But you don't have the guts to pass convenience)
I should have planned for the least expected
(When dealing with intemperance)
Was it worth everything you got
(Given what you got)
Was it worth everything you got?
(Given what you got)
Was it worth everything you got?
(Was it worth it?)
I'll hold this tongue and scrape along,
Painting portraits of a sequence gone wrong.
(Hints of purple and red voice the dissidence in my head)
As you’re crawling back again
you’re crawling back again.
The truth appears distant and near
When you're locking eyes with
a funhouse mirror
(It's simply so severe...)
(But you don't have the guts to pass convenience)
I should have planned for the least expected
(When dealing with intemperance)
Was it worth everything you got
(Given what you got)
Was it worth everything you got?
(Given what you got)
Was it worth everything you got?
(Was it worth it?)
Well I've been thinking...
I'm not funding you incentives
Unless you're die to come clean
Let's put this in perspective...
Stop begging, stop begging...
Was it worth everything you got?
(you don't have the guts to pass convenience)
Was it worth everything you got?
Was it worth everything you got?
(I should have planned for the least expected)
Was it worth everything you got?
Was it worth everything you?
(Given what you got?)
Was it worth everything you got?
(Given what you got?)
Was it worth it?
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Have another it can only help
I see my fears drown at the bottom of
Bottom of a well
Life never turns out the way you plan,
So just go with the cards in your hand
And play the best you can
A deep seed burns inside
The only thing keeping me alive,
Is this pint in my hand.
It takes me away to distant lands
Where I climb back up the rope
I’m not being taken as a constant joke
Your skewed occipital lobe of so long ago
My life comes together while falling apart,
I can’t sleep with the holes in my heart
I try to fill them but just confuse
I try so hard to be self-righteous
But I regret swallowing indecisiveness
From all the outside thoughts
Infused I can’t win and I can’t lose.
I lay and curse the twilight
In hopes I fall asleep tonight
A deep seed burns inside
The only thing keeping me alive
Is this pint in my hand
It takes me away to distant lands
Where I climb back up the rope
I’m not being taken as a constant joke
Your skewed occipital lobe of so long ago
I try but I just can’t find my way
Holding onto hopes for better days
A deep seed burns inside
The only thing keeping me alive
Is this pint in my hand
It takes me away to distant lands
Where I climb back up the rope
I’m not being taken as a constant joke
Your skewed occipital lobe of so long ago.
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3. |
Did You Forget?
04:40
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You’re waking, you’re stirring
The reality keeps recurring
Life moves in a rapid pace
You couldn’t, you shouldn’t
Absolutely sure you wouldn’t
in plain sight of a bullet?
Can you remember what was once crystalized?
Cut ties with everything you had in mind…
Cut ties…channel focus towards the prize.
Veins like twisting rivers wrap around your eyes.
Can you externalize want with your life?
Out of sight, out of mind for one more night.
The sun will rise eventually…eventually.
Whatcha see, whatcha see?
Anatomy rotting at the seams (I won’t forget…)
Whatcha see, whatcha see?
Desire tearing at my dreams
Whatcha see, whatcha see?
Anatomy rotting at the seams (I won’t forget…)
Whatcha see whatcha see?
Desire right in front of me
This fate’s forlorn, this fate’s forlorn
This fate’s forlorn
(What’s the bridge you’ve ever burning?)
This fate’s forlorn, this fate’s forlorn,
This fate’s forlorn
(Failed signs are everywhere you turn.)
Let it burn, let it burn,
Let it burn
Sing with me our time is now
Let the lights fade in and out.
Sing with me until you’re sleep and sound
For all out days sing
Just sing…just sing
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I'm not convinced that a washcloth smeared your lipstick.
The shadows on your mattress have a way of making sense.
Dress to impress, (tarnish Sunday's best)
Given all that you suggest, It's not so picturesque.
I can't believe just what I've seen.
I can't believe...
Woah-oh oh oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh woah-oh oh oh
I can't believe just what I've seen.
I can't believe...
Woah-oh oh oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh woah-oh oh oh
Well you've got nothing left to lose,
just keep those motivations
masqueraded by cheap perfume.
You've got nothing left to lose,
just keep those motivations
masqueraded by cheap perfume.
Oh you'd never be caught dead with bright red paint in the palm of your hands...
(How many photos will it take to develop an acquired taste for change in scenery?)
Is it still not sinking in?
Is it still not sinking in?
I can't believe just what I've seen.
I can't believe...
Woah-oh oh oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh woah-oh oh oh
I can't believe just what I've seen.
I can't believe...
Woah-oh oh oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh woah-oh oh oh
She's zero to sixty in three seconds..
Living with restless resentment.
"It's better left a well-kept secret"
Well here's to resurrecting unfinished business...
"Don't lose sleep over this or me."
I'm caught between
the Angel in your eyes and
the devil underneath.
I can't believe just what I've seen.
I can't believe...
Woah-oh oh oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh woah-oh oh oh
I can't believe just what I've seen.
I can't believe...
Woah-oh oh oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh woah-oh oh oh
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5. |
Milestones of Martyrs
03:11
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I can't rest this heavy head
When it's ravished in reflection...
Wayward winds in the vanguard are chomping at the bit.
We're vessels lost in transit,
Stranded in the heart of the Atlantic.
Feeding off distraction...
Provided by a rose-colored tint.
Cast aside the tides hinged in our eyes.
A fire burns inside, but the flame's receding.
Cast aside the tides hinged in our eyes.
Coincide with the moonlight waxing.
(Well I can't breathe with such uncertainy
Don't beg or plead-we're lost at sea).
If the vulture sings it's song,
While you're staring at the wreckage.
Just remember that I'm hanging
onto vacant conversations....
Our love's spent, you should have stayed patient...
Abandon ship, this fatal tryst in sinking to abyss.
Cast aside the tides hinged in our eyes.
A fire burns inside, but the flame's receding.
Cast aside the tides hinged in our eyes.
Coincide with a moonlight waxing.
(Well I can't breathe with such uncertainty,
Don't beg or plead-we're lost at sea).
Maybe I'll be content with this emptiness,
Only to cherish the benefits of emotions such short-lived.
Cast aside the tides hinged in our eyes.
A fire burns inside, but the flame's receding.
Cast aside the tides hinged in our eyes.
(Maybe one day I'll be content with this emptiness)
Coincide with the moonlight waxing.
(Only to cherish the benefits of emotions such short-lived.)
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6. |
Shots of Iodine
03:23
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Oh, isn't it divine that I'm feeling half alive?
You and I, let's share these shots of iodine.
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