1. |
Kiss of Death
02:10
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your name on my lips
is the kiss of death i needed
can you give me this?
i could still live with myself
folded on the middle shelf
not your favorite novel
but dog-eared just the same
and i don't care about the house,
the baby, or the marriage vows
i can be the second best
if that's all that's left
chew my lips to shit
any awkwardness i could forgive
tell me about it, then!
i’m invested in your happiness
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2. |
Iron
03:32
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don't it feel good to reach out for the sun
and feel its warmth on your skin?
i wanna feel its love all the time
but the god is dead and i killed it
basked in its glow for too long
now a still snake on a boulder
i turn its blood into power
arrogance grasping at the rays
touched to the iron it only burns in the light
bright lust shining through it
it was never mine to hold in me
i wanna feel its love all the time
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3. |
The Devil With You
02:10
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thrilled to turn the last light out
and go on to see my friend
he says I can always call him
when i'm feeling bad
mesmerized by the old look in his eyes
i'll breathe a sigh and grin
'til I catch the sight of cloven hooves
peeking out from underneath
his dark-wash denim jeans
he was always good to me
but I guess I can believe in the gray parts
hidden in between our heads
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4. |
Skin Crawls
02:12
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5. |
P R I C K
02:47
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stayed up late picking holes in my face
and trying to shake off the shame
reached out in the dark for something to cling to
and found a hand but that was it
no one can placate my hatred
sweet evil nestled in between my teeth
so i'll talk some more, i’ll set the tone
and try not to think of really anything
i know i'm bad at forgiveness
no one can placate my hatred
i cleaned your blood up off the floor
can't imagine what you thought would come of this
cuz sweet evil bubbles on my tongue
no one dies from a broken heart
you'll find the shards scattered about you
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6. |
Cries From the Harpies
04:02
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splattered with mud on the side of the road
you forgot how to talk
he let you out doing eighty
walk down 40 west and you couldn't stop
so think some more but keep it in
til you make it home
til you take it off
til you make it over
to something safe in your head
he lives in my head he lives in my brain stem
i thought I was dead I thought I would never escape him
a witches' coven fouled more deep than anything
cuts deeper than skin we'll take on our sins
spit them out against him
i wish i was as cold blooded as the snakes
i dream about
warm taste of venom in my mouth
i'd spit it all out into him and watch him bleed out
i’ll unclench my legs, unfurl my great wings from the well within i'll take flight again into the black night with my brethren
three small deaths
reckless red
we're on fire
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7. |
A Swayback Mare
04:04
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a swayback mare trots along the avenue
her only complaint
with the neutral ground in bloom
is the missing, stolen patches of her hair
from where the hands
wouldn't stop grabbing at her
at the parade this afternoon
a funeral, a cracked cocoon
the plastic trash puddled below her hooves
rolls her tempered gait
a puddle an ocean a lake
makes no difference to her -
party favors or bones to break
with her chin held too high to see what
she couldn't take
she'll bow and scrape and shiver
and shake her head
and force them horse teeth into a grin
from ear to ear that splits her chin
not this time, stud
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lips to the cloth your cheeks were hot
your hands were cold enough to risk falling off
closer now than you've ever been living in sin
just like you're a real person
scrape the skin that you wanna live in
it tastes like flour and salt
just like you're a real person
dragged into the lake your feelings were fake
you only thought about how you could get out
quiet talks with your favorite mouse
you only thought about how you could get out
narrows to catch the meadows
you only thought about how you could get out
slippery slope turned you into a joke
you're always laughing now just like you had hoped
but comfort betrayed you turned into a snake
you couldn't call out with your tail in your mouth
cuz as it turns out you're not a real person
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9. |
Cold
04:42
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morning comes, with it the sun,
but I can't pick me up
from off this dirty ground.
cold but for the sick, sickly light of dawn
shimmery, shivering i wave my skinny arms around sigh at my cigarette
try not to think about it
pink and bright the light’s a knife said to slice the gray away but I can't feel it today
pale fingers on my neck honey-like hovering
or is it concentrated breath?
sigh at my cigarette
try not to think about it
try not to think about it
try not to think about it
try not to think about it
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10. |
The End of the World
03:51
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I live inside a ghost town so I can take
my shadows and all the rest and make them one again
it goes by a naked name
spelled out by the clouds
that name is nothing
nothing is all around
yeah, i'm scared a little sometimes i’m afraid
yeah, i’m scared a little
there's something in the way
i got tired of waiting for someone else to come
forgot about the blisters that other people cause
yeah, i'm scared a little sometimes i’m afraid
yeah, i'm scared a little i can't make it one again
the end of the world begins with a wall
the end of the world begins with a wall
(the end of the world begins with a wall)
i live inside a ghost town so I can shake
my shambles from all the rest
and take them on again
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having a laugh at yourself
looks like you forgot the milk
back at the store there in the cart along with your patience; some other spare parts
put the mouth to your lips, tip it back and sip
just like alex used to sing it doesn't really matter
if you want to overindulge it doesn't really matter
chug until it dribbles down your chin
it's not complicated it's cut and dry
you spilled the milk so now you'll cry
little child dry those tears
that bottle's been bad for years
slip and slide in the grocery store
now you're the puddle spreading on the floor
just like alex used to sing it doesn't really matter
If you want to overindulge it doesn't really matter
chug until it dribbles down your chin
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maybe she's still floating or
maybe she's run a-ground
hard to tell from here
either way there's sand beneath her fingernails
but never fake flowers in her hair
she keeps those on a hidden shelf
painted aqua, teal, and lavender
she pretends that, no, nothing bothers her
lies in bed and breathes so heavily
tries not to tell too much to the ceiling
that spoiled milk feeling,
the congealing disease
the real flowers died years ago
dried, pressed, into an old book
to keep them beautiful
but, Lord, look at how they've crumbled!
who could tell her what to do about it now?
digging deeper with her sandy fingernails
she can't climb so
sometimes she grows bored with the world
God only knows she's a good girl
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13. |
Wasted Wasted
04:22
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“all of that time wasted wasted wasn't wasted if
it kept you alive”
oh brother i, i'm trying
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