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Into the Catacombs
01:56
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Arrest me, won’t you? I’ve waited for some time to face the moment you’d come to take a life into the catacombs, eradicating mine. I loved you before I knew ends. Love alone, that’s hard enough.
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Some of us are gonna die faster than the other guys, ones I thought shoulda been shining my shoes. That’s how a gamble’s gamed, real until it’s razed away forcibly. Descend from ladder to chute and call that a truce.
So high, quite low, mid-range: domains you control. “Drink me,” shrink down. Make a toast to the loss, you allowed it. And if I’ve had enough of flora and fauna, then what is the drama? Hold me close til the next year’s trauma. What is the drama?
Wish I had said something but we can’t go back in time. Goons waltz in wearing shitkicking grins without reason, without cadence. So, we’re gonna die! Faster than our fathers make crime out of fiction, a silent cohesion. Less paranoia, more progress.
Haha, unknowns derange me. But I make it my own and own up, get down. This is happening cuz you allowed it. That’s enough of flora, fauna. What is the drama? You were splayed for the valet, a cap gun on ya. Now put your hands where I could see ‘em. Is there any drama?
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You’re in it for the fight, right? A voyeur for the gore who can’t keep on ice anymore. Bring it to the yard, dare to turn it off. That’s another breach from nature. The future’s looking febrile. Clear craze, polythene for poisoning is evermore the rage. Suit up.
Hysterical, you wanna see me disappear. Carve a little piece of my heart, then chop the rest for parts. You wanna see me disappear. Turn the other cheek on your mess, utter disinterest. You wanna make it disappear. Hysterical, to laugh like it’s not ammunition.
Rent another wreck. Breach an unillustrative contract. Brunch to break the union that erects your crystal prisms. You’re in it for the fight, right? You clamor for the gore - you can’t hide that lust anymore.
Clear craze, see me on a better day. Your sentimental way’s hysterical, to laugh like it’s not ammunition. I wanna see you disappear and laugh like I don’t need permission.
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Girls, come on over. I’m too loath to twist and shout. Got rose haze for the nightshade and some bubblegum for your pout. RSVP to be not going out.
Going out’s just chasing the ghost of a good time. It gets you caught up in the rewind. Chasing the ghost of a good time, you start to regress to a past life. Chasing the ghost of a good time. I got it good when I’m inside. Never go.
Red bottoms on the sofa, or party in a cabin in the woods? Trailblaze in the wildness. Wouldn’t compass there if I could. Here’s me, where I said I’d be.
Chasing the ghost of a good time gets you caught up in the rewind. Chasing the ghost of a good time, you start to regress to a past life. Chasing the ghost of a good time. I got it good when I’m inside. Let it go.
Was the crowd always so dense? Used to think I could step to it. Now I hoof to the garden, hope lilacs pop through. Heavy fog, mistook for aura, casting light not pink or blue. Traded most of my vice for botanical muses, scared but not clueless. Say, how can you thrive in this state,
creeping from vines? These debased trawls in the cooler for sling - why not stay in?
Chasing the ghost for a good time. They’re all by my side when I’m inside. So come on over.
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Lucky for me, I’m spent. Can’t overdraw a kick to the head. You may have a case, you sure know it. Just let me be one-hit-wondrous and fight no more forever. Blood red suits me better when it’s bandaged up.
What a dream when you float out of sight, dragging the haze that cloaks the morning to normalize the night. What a scream, you come back to me. Hiding in plain sight under spotlight, fixture of your fantasy.
Place your gamble on a string. What you love, you’ll renounce for any gain. Oops…! I stopped doing it. It used to cost me so much to acquiesce.
What a dream when you float out of sight, dragging the haze that cloaks the morning to normalize the night. What a scream, you sanitize me. Crouching in congress with the vampires, that’s where I aspire to be.
The profiteer’s on stake out, crying off their makeup: an obvious ploy. Portrait of a songster: young hussy crossed with cuddle core, 10,000% out for blood.
What a dream when you float out of sight, dragging the haze that cloaks the morning to decimate my life. (Lucky for me, I’m spent. It’s just another kick in the head.) What a scream, you’re coming for me! Waiting in plain sight under spotlight, what did you expect from me?
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Good Grief
03:14
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Every word you say is lost on me. Cloistered in an echo of eight weeks, avoiding answers. I picked up this time. Should I move back to our city though you don’t want me to see? You want the best for me. What gets the best of me yet: a prophetic fortune.
You gotta understand, I’m taking a loss best I can but nothing else is that important to me. Hiding from the sun as you’re falling asleep. None of it is that important without you.
Every word you say I’m writing down just to keep a record if you don’t repeat them. Repeat what’s lost to sound, remember crying through your clean shirt. Now I can’t work in the city or else I walk past our block and someone else’s home. That hurts, but I know: your love was the fortress.
You gotta understand I’m taking a loss best I can but nothing else is that important to me. It’s been a couple years. Anytime I make a big sound, that’s when I feel you. Nothing else is that important to me. Standing in the sun like you wanted to see. All of this was so important to you and to me. Good grief.
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Diagnosed with OCD today. Somebody take my metal away. I just dive into my skin, looking for proof I’m okay.
It’s the first time someone I slept with passed, half a decade since we spoke last. I can’t stop searching for his name, as if I wouldn’t do things the same.
Magic hour burning by my side. I make the bed - it’s somewhere to lie - holding a ruby in my hand, one thing in my command. I need control. Just afloat, but treading all along.
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With Baby
03:33
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“Meet me at the mall,” she whispered from the discount rack, flannel skivvies (pilfered) in her tote bag. “Then come over for Monopoly on Sunday.” I’m thinking maybe. At her door, twenty cats casing the place. Collected works of Franzen on her bookcase. That’s scary, but maybe I’m safe with baby. I can’t lie, I won’t do this with anybody else around. Gate’s locked, so crash through it. She isn’t anyone.
Kissing the hero in the photo booth - we’re gonna get the picture soon. Love’s only magic by the light of the moon and nighttime isn’t absolute. Kissing the hero in the photo booth. Telescope the star you’ve hitched onto.
If I had to see her again, it’d throw my heart out of whack, baby. Why would I lie? I won’t do that to anybody else again. Wall’s up for immurement. She isn’t anyone to me. I can’t with baby. The only kick that I want comes from a soda can. The only high that I like comes from kissing the hero.
Kissing the hero, and there’s photo proof. Telescope the star you’re hitched on ‘til you see what glitz you made up. Glitter’s only dust and glue.
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The Crow
03:06
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Another life, another voice, another heartbeat could find a happy end to tear asunder. Lonesome if you got ‘em, gagging it down. Sing another psalm, is that work enough? Oh, no.
What was it like to come of age in such a cruel place, supping on the bones of your old chaperones? Priced out since your first kiss, spotty tongued, mellifluous. Stick the landing as your fingerprints erode again. Oh no!
He’s dead, I’m trying on clothes I can’t afford. Guess I’ll totter down the boulevard, cash blown.
Courting me in effigy. Who dares claim home any place they see? Oh no, oh no, not me!
Gone from green to pink behind the courthouse bricks. Nights, I slow it down. The future just confounds me. He’s dead, I’m drinking at Taix, faint-hearted bottle blond hiding out til the smoke just passes. Menace in the mirror, who dares find joy in this terror? Oh no, oh no, oh no.
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Take Care
02:58
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Waiting for you every day puts the throb in my vein. If you must ache, could you injure me the same? ‘Cuz I'm ready to feel your pain and I'm honored to take the blame. Could it ever pan out a new way? I care, if you're ready to take care. How I wanted to take the blame.
If you must ache, could you injure me the same? I'm ready to feel your pain and I'm honored to take the blame. Could it ever pan out a new way? I care. I care, if you’re ready to take care.
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Market Hotel
01:47
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I came over on the JMZ. Dad took a car service to Mr. Kiwi and he's texting me now, "Are you playing on time?" "We're either going last or we're first out of five."
I’m working three fucking jobs, I’m too embarrassed to die. I do door here some nights, that's why we've met three or more times before. His face is blank: “Can I borrow your amp?” But he asks it to my boyfriend like I’m not in the band.
I’m just an adult dirtbag. Sneak me inside of your backpack. Take me around ‘cuz I can’t take myself. I’m playing an adult, you're just playing yourself.
I came over, I come over, and I’ll keep coming over, whatever the purpose. (Here comes no one.)
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