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One for the Vase
04:21
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One for the Vase
Make me fold tonight, like it's what you want.
Speak so bold tonight if it's what you want.
Well, if it's what you want then send the elevator down.
Heavy down, surrender breathing. Kick the reel you'd impair leaving.
Open mast, I'd rather loosen. I'll make the choice that you can't choose to.
Keep it with a level. You know you want to lay your ladder down.
Don't focus on direction; you're climbing hills that sink into the ground.
I'm so afraid of everything, answer me 'cause I can't keep breathing when I'm buried alive.
Hard to see, getting weak 'cause you leave me breathless when I'm breathing you life.
Cut a wire the clock is ticking.
Far too late to blow this over.
I'd split the ocean to wane dissolution,
but tide makes me beg just to swim.
Doubts consume, I'll admit, but I'm still here. Don't quit.
All I need's a notion. The slightest move could make commotion.
So make your request. I'll try to digest if you’re worn by far too much for to reconcile.
The liver has lived. I'm dying again, but I'm still not dead.
(Take my hand if you love me)
Start to utilize every edge to itch my wait.
(We're at ends if you can't trust me)
The utensil lies at the end of your driveway.
(You should know every aching)
I'm no fool if I don't believe in an omen
(of my lungs can't be faking)
Must I emphasize, I'm not trying to take over.
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2. |
A Year in the Hospital
03:44
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A Year in the Hospital
Wait just one moment. Omissions aside now.
Let’s clear up the record. You’re on your own.
You’re on your own.
My mistakes were, at worst,
light bruises that you wore so well.
Yours were kept in the hearse
I was driving; kept in private.
We know, we know, we know...
because you said this all before.
We know, we know, we know...
you’re just a victim of the war.
You’re never at loss for words.
You never wait or follow through.
The plaque that’s hung up on your shelf
has blocked honesty’s view.
You never blamed this on yourself.
You nursed to anyone but me.
And this depiction of yourself’s
not what’s sewn into your seams.
Might I inquire, was I ever even sick?
Covered by alibis,
Lift your hands up; go get baptized.
Sure to never apologize.
Hide your secrets; start a new life.
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3. |
Voluntary
04:14
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Voluntary
Stiffen your stance and act like you were in control.
Cease to acknowledge what once you claimed to value most.
So you’re switching teams? Come on…
Can you look at me at all?
I heard you choke.
Collect yourself and stories told,
but God still knows.
Stay on your feet; you’re in control.
Drain me out. I seem to have lost some weight.
Try to hold me down. Depend upon density.
Worn and strung. Don’t call it giving up;
I just fought too much. I spent all my breath on you.
Honor comes through giving up for what you love.
Good thing you saved your strength.
I’m turned by what fleet you would save.
You’d have to break my arm for me to reach any lower.
To think you could throw me away.
Both gravity and charm have left me on the shoulder once again.
Footing was lost. I begged you to stop. You drove us in. (Admit it)
Time hit the dirt. You wouldn’t work. NEVER say “we.”
"You" gave up less than half of what you required.
Sat back and watched as I built a fire.
Go ahead and pretend that you never loved to feel me love you.
Stop your heart to dodge the sting.
Stop your heart; you’ll never grow.
(WE’RE ALL AFRAID)
Once again, I’m left with scratch to show.
Once again, I’ve let you hollow out my bones.
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4. |
Heavy Handed Holiday
03:32
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Heavy Handed Holiday
The closest to
pigment to feel.
But truly I’ll
Never heal.
I’d never again jest irony.
You hang from a marker.
I’ve tried over again to limn the scene
this day’s helped me harbor.
A vase filled with seeds that I’d return to boast my own.
(Contest to what I know)
A house burned to dust willing what I need most.
(Believe I’ve room to grow)
And I’m still bent on irony to thoughts of how you’ve carried me
over miles that you’ll never know. (You’ll never know)
I’ll pay you back now in the least to carry you some twenty feet.
I’d hope that you could hear me out. (Hear me now)
The bone’s losing marrow that helped me to repress.
To strip me of lining I failed to address.
Convince me, convince me. This was nothing I could help.
Forgive me, forgive me. I can’t forgive myself.
Decisions rebuilt in light of despair. Each moment I take’s a chance to repair.
My gaze has extended more than I asked. I’m setting foundation but stuck in the past.
The only mistake is the one that I repeat. The demon that writhes me has kept me on my feet.
(I’m heavy handed not to forgive myself of a mistake that I never even made
I’m moving forward, but not without regret. It’s understandable to let this hold me back)
It’s anguish to take on that I’m a better man. Wherever you are now, I hope that you can understand.
(We’re not too proud to learn. We’re not too proud.)
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While Our Eyes Were Closed
Payment to a hitman; make sure the door is locked.
Crack the window open, and wait alone in the dark.
Press’ll print to paper what’s been already ran.
The mail’s been delivered scheduled according to plan.
So line your eyes in stencil; conceal every pore.
We’ll make this accidental in ways they’d only adore,
And I promise to be gentle, though you’re as savage as a boar.
Am I the only sane man in the room?
Mark my words, we’ll be on the underside pretty soon.
Mask that’s thinner than a veil, reading signs like reading Braille.
The only predator is being victimized.
Mask that’s thinner than a veil, reading signs like reading Braille.
I refuse to pity your own suicide.
I’ll break your rib and maybe you’d think harder
Not to sacrifice yourself for pseudo-martyrs.
Hold your praise.
You’ll remain oblivious.
Change your mind; you’re wasting time waiting for nothing.
I’m not your enemy. Just trust me; I’m on your side.
Danger’s a few more miles; I’m only the warning sign.
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6. |
Gentlemen and Giants
04:03
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Gentlemen and Giants
Curse the cables.
I'm strung unable
to suit the standard
in form or manner.
I’m safer than close to menace.
Strangers finish my sentence.
Facing a blunted wire,
chasing those who inspire.
I'm not only awake.
I'm not only awake, mais je ne me couche jamais.
What if I just bite my lip too hard? Just hard enough to pierce my own skin.
What if I expose my ribs? What if I pretend to scream?
My spine is built in no one's mill, but I was build like a machine.
I'd burn you're factory to the ground if only it'd cure my disease.
Please don't. Don't make me fix this.
I won't. (I can't)
What I would give to be him. What I would give just to hear my name.
What I would give to be him. Oh, what I would give.
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7. |
The Men We Aspire to Be
03:24
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The Men We Aspire to Be
Take a breath and just compose.
Shoulders down,
and try not to stare so hard.
Attention to sound; eyes off the ground.
It’s all in composure.
My soles are soaked
with kerosene,
so won’t you walk this way
because I’d love
to know your name.
Break a vial
or a smile
Because I’m getting nauseous feeling this well.
You’d probably notice that I’m losing focus chasing after leads that left me further from the shore.
The most I could confess is that I’m tortured watching strangers whisper something I just can’t annunciate.
I can’t annunciate anything you say.
Every time I’ll tell myself the lies I want to hear.
Just say those words, those awful words.
Maybe I’ve ignored the answer.
Pressing patience, moving backward.
Searching for my love, my cancer.
Affect me, oh infect me dancer.
Affect me. Infect me.
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