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Hurrays For X-Rays
03:25
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He has leopards eyes like a priest who's a thief with no faithful beliefs, they are buried six feet along with what lies inside. He's searching for a face to hide. Help me get out of myself. Hunting my haunting memories, I've gotta get them out of me. Draining the vision, everything seems to show so clearly now. His souls chained to a sea of anchors. The current is currently feeding off of his anger. Frustration certainly kills in time. Fighting the cycle, recycled. Confined.
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Sunday Mourning
02:38
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I'm fighting the current of my sheets and this beds just begging me to leave. I whisper to an ear on sunday morning, "I've sinned. Cleanse me of my mourning." Bashful yet brave. To this day I still claim to be locked in an empty room where blankets become my grave. I whisper to an ear on sunday morning, "I've sinned. Cleanse me of my mourning." I drive myself crazy knowing that I'm crazy. And I know that I've wronged. And I know I don't belong with a blindfold so perennial in a world where all is visual. At least I have my tongue.
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Sloth
03:10
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Useless
04:02
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The Cleanest Words
03:52
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I swallowed all embalming fluids and molded into life in lieu of the joy or praise for joy or praise. I see myself in you and I lie. I am anyone, yet I am just like you. I am anyone, yet I am just like no one. I've drowned my eyes to start this line. Committed to committing crimes. I bleach my tongue, the taste is great. And I speak the cleanest words and I lie in my life.
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Damage Remedy
03:50
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I was born into a lost bouquet. Not a dozen, I'm missing parts in me. When will I be whole again? When will I be free again? I don't expect to understand. I'd just like an answer to my questions. I guess I'll let this go like I have myself. Stuck in a spiderweb that I've created. I'm trapped in my mind. I'm a dying rose cause you won't clear the clouds and let the sun unfold. When will I be warm again? When will I be seen again? I don't expect to understand. I'd just like an answer to my questions. I guess I'll let this go like I have myself. Stuck in a spiderweb that I've created. I'm trapped in my mind untangling this repetition. Silence is my remedy. My body is a prison, so set me free. I guess I'll let this go like I have myself. I guess I'll let this go. We'll all stay the same if we ignore to change. We'll all stay the same if we ignore truth.
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