1. |
Post-Jail
01:56
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on top surrounded by white walls
where every night the door locks
portraits of past memories
glued to the ceiling with toothpaste for me to see
laying here pretending numb
and faking this comfort as one
i may wake up in the same place
but i manage to escape
there is a place in the pit of my tar black guts
where everything pretends to be the same
tip of my tongue words linger
these arms and legs act limper
my ears hear sounds they blister
and i can never remember
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2. |
Habits
02:18
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ive been so alone lately
please be my morphine, baby
warm numb and comfort daily
warped vision my thoughts they are hazy
all the association is gone
all the colors they are wrong
all my thoughts have sunk like lead
all the association is gone
all the colors they are wrong
everything forced mute my head
ive been so alone lately
please be my morphine, baby
whispers still ooze down the walls
trickle slowly to the floor they fall
smoke cigarettes all day long
yet throughout the night all sleep is lost
and if i do sleep my dreams are all dead
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3. |
Last Call
02:20
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its real life no
its a dream again
i romanticized what i thought
was the relationship
tequila no sour
to cover the hurt
those lips have power
now which is worse
its just a dream again
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4. |
True Lies
02:42
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ill be nice to leave you peace of mind
you need to get the fuck out of my life
repeat the same mistake over and over
i fear that ill never replace the rush
i fear that nothing will ever be enough
restless rolling
face is sweating
left palm is always itching
the longer i stay the more becomes depressing
ive said it once before
im the worst youll never lose
ill say it once more
this is the end you know its true
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5. |
Walked
03:26
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its been two days and my blood feels electric
weve gone two ways and this time we stay seperate
my body needs its pill
my heart it needs to feel
its dead already so it didnt die
there is no funeral
except in my mind
the same mistake that is never forgiven
try everyday working on changing
ill take the blame for leaving you broken
and never forget just go on living
its dead already so it couldnt die
there is no funeral
except in my mind
my mouth is spitting words
but the meanings are empty
this has filled up my mind
making this head feel heavy
finally i say that enough
because ill never be ready
looks like ive been replaced
good luck pretending happy
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6. |
No Mas de No Bueno
04:14
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my palms they keep on itching
im trying to stop complaining
im sitting here im waiting
wonder giving or im taking
is this good or is it bad luck
a forward move or am i still stuck
is this real or is my mind fucked
should i care or should i give up
these positive mental attitudes
dont mix with my negative world views
cant change the past and everyone ive used
but i can work on paying up my dues
but my palms keep on itching
and superstitions im stuck thinking
is it good or is it bad luck
i cant afford again to give up
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