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Survivor's Guilt
04:08
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Whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Then scream it
So pave your way to hell with good intentions
And tell me how you're gonna save my soul
You said that life is meaningless without the right direction
But the one you put me on is getting old
I just want to fly away, I'll be on the next plane home
And you can tell all of your friends how I left you, ever so alone
I'll waste away till then, watch the waves beat on the shore
The ocean floor is where you'll find me, and you'll never have to hear my voice again
Cloudy minds fathoming existence
So terraform my heart, and I will watch you from a distance
Hide your lies behind that bright white smile
And love me only when I serve my penance
I just want to fly away, I'll be on the next plane home
And you can tell all of your friends how I left you, ever so alone
I'll waste away till then, watch the waves beat on the shore
The ocean floor is where you'll find me, and you'll never have to hear my voice again
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2. |
Ext(i)nct
03:39
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So I put the pen to page
I drive the car away
From the scene of this disaster
And i don't know what it means
I guess I'll see you in the fall
When you start your next semester
I always knew that you were somebody's daughter
I've got a lie tattooed on my side
It says I'll stay strong
Watch me as I eat myself alive
And you swore you'd never forget me
But it's there in your eyes
I can see how hard you've tried
Nine months feels like an eternity
When you're seventeen
But it's nothing in reality
And I know that I should leave you alone
But I'll always be your B-side
And you're still my second hand smoke
Named it after my father
I've got a lie tattooed on my side
It says I'll stay strong
Watch me as I eat myself alive
And you swore you'd never forget me
But it's there in your eyes
I can see how hard you've tried
So write it in red (Write it in red)
The first thing I remember was the last thing that you said
So write it in red (Write it in red)
No conversations, no options left
I've got a lie tattooed on my side
It says I'll stay strong
Watch me as I eat myself alive
And you swore you'd never forget me
But it's there in your eyes
I can see how hard you've tried
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3. |
Johnny's Back Yard
02:37
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It's 4:45 and the closing shift approaches slowly, biding our time
Smoking cigs in the parking lot, laughing 'bout how it oughtta be
It all came so naturally
Order Up! He said cheerfully, but wearing a frown
He was talking so vividly of how life could be, if he just had the courage to pack up and get out of town
He's sure that could be a movie star someday, but that's what they all say
And believe me we'd all love to pack up, get out and move far away
But where could we stay?
We make pizzas and heartbreaks and lie to ourselves
We watch football and baseball on our way straight to hell
And we don't take shit from anyone, that's just how we are
That's how it is in Johnny's Back Yard
Well a man named Tracey came in here last night
He'd had too much to drink, he was wound up so tight
And we all got a laugh from his antics, it all felt so right
Damnnnnnnnnnnnnn......
He said stumbling I'm too drunk to drive
And the cab I called hours back failed to arrive
So I guess I'll be leaving, I'll walk in the darkness tonight
We'll take you home there Trace, it's really alright
We make pizzas and heartbreaks and lie to ourselves
We watch football and baseball on our way straight to hell
We take care of our own and that's everyone, that's just how we are
That's how it is in Johnny's Back Yard.
And we're 0-3 in Johnny's back yard!
(0-4 in Johnny's Back Yard)
(0-5 in Johnny's Back Yard!)
Oh thank God for Johnny's Back.... Yard.
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4. |
Wires
02:52
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My face is red
From screaming into nothing, you could never understand
It's all the same
I feel the zoloft wearing off it's wired to my brain
Well I have to kill my hero's because they're just no good for me
I am the dying child, you're my terminal disease
The walls are whispering to me, they tell me I have to stay
I've never seen the world so distantly
My face is red
From screaming into nothing, you could never understand
It's all the same
I feel the zoloft wearing off it's wired to my brain
But I can not burn my idols because they mean too much to me
It seems that i've been distant, i've been buried out at sea
But the walls are out to get me, so listen
My face is red
From screaming into nothing, you could never understand
It's all the same
I feel the zoloft wearing off it's wired to my brain
My face is...
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5. |
Northern Lights
03:20
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I slide in, sidle up to the bar
It's last call again and I'm a bit too far
To get myself home, I'm all on my own
And the cabs won't stop for me
Well there's this cute little thing with her drinks in a stack
She's had six too many, there's no going back
She's got this look in her eyes that says, she's not too hard to please
She doesn't know my name
She says it's all the same
She keeps staring at me, she keeps staring at me
Doesn't know the way
Am I to blame?
For the way she would love me, the way she would love me
Well we've got a situation, a minor complication
I'd take a step aside to avoid the conversation
The confrontation is out of control and i just can't fight it
Cause in the back of my mind, I feel like she invited it
She doesn't know my name
She says it's all the same
She keeps staring at me, she keeps staring at me
Doesn't know the way
Am I to blame?
For the way she would love me, the way she would love me
So we step outside, we get in the cab and we're on our way
And then she takes me to her place, it's at the corner of 3rd and broadway
And then we arrive, at the scene of the crime
She wakes up again at half past ten
Lets out a sigh, oh god it happened again
she asks how long i've been up, and exactly what happened?
Well not a thing, not a Goddam thing
It turns out I'm not the man you thought I would be
I brought you home and tucked you in, been on the couch since half past three
And now she knows my name
She says it's not the same
She kept staring at me, she kept staring at me
Doesn't know the way
She says that I'm to blame
For the way that she loves me, the way that she loves me
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6. |
Hinges
04:13
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Our fragile future isn't over
The voices calling to me, they're asking me please
Where did we come from? And where do we go?
I pointed her west, said stay out of the dark
She's checking my chest for possession of her heart
I wonder if I played my part?
Focus, but relax. Sit back and enjoy the,
Show me your demons, You know I, I just want to see them
We're on a permanent voyage to the places we'll never see
Between the man in the moon and the sand on the dunes
Our bodies are all that we need
The ice isn't thick, no we're falling right through
I know that it's awful what they've done to you
The hinges are rusted, and ready to snap.
We've been walking this line, for such a long time
Would I cut off the hand to save the mind?
We bend until we break ourselves in half
The empowered, the holy
You wouldn't believe what they told me
They said that time is the poison we need
(They said that time is the poison we need)
Focus, but relax. Sit back and enjoy the,
Show me your demons, You know I, I just want to see them
We're on a permanent voyage to the places we'll never see
Between the man in the moon and the sand on the dunes
Our bodies are all that we need
The ice isn't thick, no we're falling right through
I know that it's awful what they've done to you
The hinges are rusted, and ready to snap.
We've been walking this line, for such a long time
Would I cut off the hand to save the mind?
We bend until we break ourselves in half
I used to hang you on the walls, the shadow my adulteress
I know I used to think my body was a fortress
It's there in the mirror, right there behind me
The shadow of a ghost, or the animal inside me?
(I know I used to think, I know, I know I used to think but I was wrong.)
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