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i traced your shape
and counted the days
and you just erased me.
i hit the ground
and i made no sound
as your heels pierced me.

i scarred my face
to conquer my pride
and you cocooned in your misery.
i plucked you up from a bed of nails
and you hung me for your salvation.

can i come down?
there’s been a mistake.
can i come down?
isn’t this what you asked of me?
you lost faith.
blinding white.

And just before my chest caved in,
i climbed back down
i caught your scent
but the wolves beat me to you.

stopped behind the place where we met.
found strands of your dress
they were all all that was left.

i dug you up the night you died
and this is what you asked me,
“when will the sun overthrow the eclipse.
i’m just waiting for this night to end.
leave me here,
just go.”

as the dusk set in.
as the sickness spread.
i took one glance behind.
and you had disappeared.
as the dusk set in.
as the sickness spread.
i took one glance behind.
and you had disappeared.

slipping
right through my fingers.
gripping
as tight as i can.
slipping
right through my hands

we can’t look back.
they’ve got the searchlights on us.
we can’t look back.
stay close
you’ll be alright.

with shadows as my guide,
i’m looking for the answer.
i will be
the one who breaks this constant midnight.

tossed.
to the swine.
i make the climb
from the abyss.

lost.
into the night.
into the abyss.

i traced your shape
to memory
i traced your shape.
eraser.

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a long shot.
the liar is the only one who spills his guts.
we all swallow your words like starving dogs.
we eat it up.

hell of a scam.
you pulled the wool over our broken eyes again
who’s in command?
hell of a scam,
you got the one armed man to tie the rope again.
who’s in command?

yeah, we’ll have your head,
we’ll have your head
we’ve been misled
we’ll have your head,
we’ll have your head
and mercy’s not something you’ll be blessed with

you’ll take a trip to the guillotine
the price of your guilty plea
you sold me (sold me)
an empty dream
now my heart’s too black for you to be redeemed

hell of a scam.
you pulled the wool over our broken eyes again
who’s in command?
hell of a scam,
you got the one armed man to tie the rope again.
who’s in command?

yeah, we’ll have your head,
we’ll have your head
we’ve been misled
we’ll have your head,
we’ll have your head
and mercy’s not something you’ll be blessed with

we broke our backs for you
we fought your wars for you
we heard your words as gospel truth
we slaved away for you
we never questioned you
we spread your words as gospel truth
we are forgotten names
the only friends you betrayed
a stop on your rise,
can’t look us in the eyes
i’d put this to bed
bu the sting remains
we’ll have your head
and lay you to waste.

yeah, we’ll have your head,
we’ll have your head
we’ve been misled
we’ll have your head,
we’ll have your head.

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And then there was one
With a sharpened grin
A home I was never meant to find
The wound was exposed and I fell in
A curse I was blessed with as a child
I spent my life waiting for this
I knew I even bore the mark around my wrist
And I feel like this could be enough
And I feel like this could be the one, this could be the one

Raise your palms to me
And let me show you where our lines collide
Graze the scalp and see
And show me where you think they placed that tracking device
It’s so contagious
You can’t escape from me, you can’t run
They’re hot on your trail
They’re hunting you down for a lock of your hair
And they shot you on the space between your wings
They tied your limbs and made you sing
What makes you so evasive?
You won’t escape from me
We’ve lost communication
These words will dissipate
I’ve scoured through this wasteland
You are a mystery
And I caught you right before you fled

If I could breathe in your air
Then I’d believe what you said
If I could see what you see
Then I would never have left

I picked apart all the clues that I found
I stood out, I stood out for you to show yourself
I picked apart all the clues that I found
I stood out, I stood out for you to show yourself
We can forget everything we’ve become
It’s not far, it’s not far until the oxygen
We can forget everything we’ve become
It’s not far, it’s not far…
Show me what’s in store
Locked beneath trap doors

For every plot unrevealed
You counted my scars and made me sing
Every note, every secret forced me back into lucidity
And you proved to us, you proved to me

If I could breathe in your air
Then I’d believe what you said
If I could see what you see
Then I would never have left

Suffer the distance between
We’ll douse our words in kerosene
Suffer, leave something for me
We’ll burn them all until we make this true
We’ll burn them all until we make this true
I’ll clip my wings and give it all to you
I’ll clip my wings and give it all to you.

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when you find me
pinned beneath the wreckage
call off your sirens
call off your search
everything is quiet on fire
everything is warm
inside the glow
with television static,
with engines purring
let me sleep.

one by one will my friends leave my side
or will my plane just drop out of the sky?

i can’t afford to sleep through
the virus hard at work.
it’s called me out.
it’s called me out.

this body will collapse.
useless to the world.
one sudden drop.

one by one as my senses fade away.
tied to machines that feed signals to my brain.

this is the end.
the doctor draws a blade.
with patient hands,
he writes his name in braille.

i can’t slow my breathing down
when i’m staring at the floor.
underneath the treat of giving in,
i give it all once more.

quietly dissolving
under lights that call me home
i can hear the voices
hear the voices trailing off.

someone is shutting me down.
someone is shoving me
underneath waves of lead.
and i wasn’t strong enough
to swim back up to the surface
to find you. (to find you)

this is how it begins
quietly counting backwards from ten,
nine. eight.
seven six five four three.
but i can’t concentrate on anything.

no one can save me,.
i’m not even here,
i am drifting from consciousness
into oblivion.
someone is shutting me down.

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battered and courageous
all eyes on you
we made you some kind of god of war
on your back awaiting
constant salivation
straight from the sniff film cutting room floor
shot by shot
cry out “i’ve had enough”
the pictures not done
till you lose a pint of blood

this is what i found in the wake
the message was scratched on the face of his grave
it goes we will find the silver lining and make this our own
it goes we will find the silver lining and make this our own

where’d that pretty smile go
you put it in a box
and left it on the side of the road

thanks for nothing
you watched the ball drop
then made a wish on
a burnt out star

when’d you lose control
you woke up on day
with swine all over your shore

we committed our army to you
fearless leader come see this through

far from prophetic
no promise came true
we lost control
we lost control

your name conjures
an image of defeat
we lost control
we lost control

this is what i found in the wake
the message was scratched on the face of his grave
it goes we will find the silver lining and make this our own
it goes we will find the silver lining and make this our own

we lost control
we lost control
we lost control
we lost control

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i made a pact not to sleep through the end.
all of the dreamers are stuck in their beds.
fight off the attraction to always play dead
i’m tortured by white noise in half hour sets.
ears ringing.
your mouth ran for miles
but hasn’t gone anywhere.
you’re lost.

i heard the word on the street and it means nothing to me,
so how do you like me now?

where’s your passion?
the renaissance man is a thing of the past.
to you it’s fashion.
dress up don’t address what keeps us from resting.
the jackals circle for the feast
i try to fight it off,
but it’s consuming me.

the rapture has only begun
(while you sleep,
they watch you breathing)
and you can bet it gets worse
when the moon crashes into the sun
(while you dream,
both ends are burning)
pray for one more chance
(they will steal the air
from your lungs)
in the back of the hearse.
overturned as your insides prolapse
(wake before
before it’s too fucking late)

everyone has a skeleton key
and everyone rots in captivity
and everyone is sleeping off the heat

you shut the blinds
as they cauterize
what lives inside.
you shut the blinds
as they cauterize
what lives inside.

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you tried to cover your tracks
but i caught on to you
they found your ear in a jar,
your bones in a bag,
in the back of the room
they pulled the snakes off your flesh,
they were hungry for more.
(hungry for more…hungry for more)

you have had your last,
all your sins are cleansed,
no reason for you to go on.
i put you to rest.

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we’ll keep on talking this out
but i’ve all ready made up your mind
i’ve been trying to gnaw through through my tongue
to stop from confessing my crimes
and this conversation is wearing me down
what did my patience prove if it’s just another bed of nails
always the silent treatment
always the easy way out alive

if there’s no further questions
i’ll be on my way back home.

and it’s just another sharp pain
and it doesn’t hurt like it used to
when i was a desperate man
when i still believed in the meaning of the word

you tried to warn me
you and your consequences
if i am outnumbered
if i am left defenseless

if i come here unarmed
in the middle of the night on my own
standing on the front lines
i will die

if you invite me down
if it’ll please the crowd
and i only go through this for your amusement
but it doesn’t hurt like it should
when you throw your stones around (throw your stones around)

now i’m alone (i am so alone)
trying to sleep it off
(but it’s hard not to shake at the sound of it breaking)
when you’re living in a house of mirrors
reflecting all of my failure
i will concede to my replacement
congratulations

it’s over and over and over again
it’s over and over and over again
i was in for the long run
when you cut me down
another sharp pain
a servant to your throne

always the one that got away apologizing
always the silent treatment
always the stubborn child
i kept my mouth shut tight
always the one that got away
always the bed of nails
i only have myself to blame

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welcome to the end of the night
where everyone reeks of stale smoke
dirty jokes.
stop me if you’ve heard this one
the ransoms over
where’s my cut? (cut, cut, cut)
skewered on an open flame
i bought you off the spit pose for me.
paws and knees
trace around the switchblade gash
we’re all born fresh.
but now we rot (rot rot rot)

i’m the bastard kid of a dead-beat town
you’re just what i need to bring me down
i’ve got enough strength for one more round
is it good for you?
well it’s good for me baby.
i’m the lucky son of a bitch you need
to keep alive your losing streak
i’ve got one more trick up my sleeve
does it work for you?
well it works for me baby.

and you can’t tear your eyes away
cuz she’s got such a pretty face
and filthy fucking mind

i will wait
outside the gates
and i won’t leave
till you show me what’s on the inside
i can’t shake
this lack of sleep
it feasts on me
till you shoe me what’s on the inside

i’m the bastard kid of a dead-beat town
you’re just what i need to bring me down
i’ve got enough strength for one more round
is it good for you?
well it’s good for me baby.

our mothers sleep with lottery dreams
our fathers built the pyramid schemes
nothing is ever what it seems
but it works for you
cuz it works for me

you just had yourself a taste
of how sweet the life could be
if you could just leave yours behind.

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collect your bones.
man did you hear the news.
the boy’s back in town and he reeks of the blues
warm welcome home
to the better truth.
so someone spiked the drinks with bad blood tonight
the venom takes control.
i’m kicking down the door.
so fuck the invite.
spare me the small-talk.
every second the price on my head grows.
i’m dodging bullets
from a gunman who everybody knows.

i can hear you calling out.
but it’s a waste of your time.
and i just can’t bring myself
to slap a mouth that never shouts.
so raise your glasses one more time.

may the best man overdose on pride.
i could destroy you,
but not in these shoes.
you lack the stones to be more than a metaphor.
i saw this coming
slow as an avalanche.
here’s advice for you
next time make sure you put at least two bullets in the head.
so make this your last mistake
this is not a cheap shot
it cost an arm and a leg.
so please give me something to shake
something to lean on
something to shatter or break.

i can hear you calling out.
but it’s a waste of your time.
and i just can’t bring myself
to slap a mouth that never shouts.

i hope that you were calling out.
but it’s a waste of your time.
may the best man overdose on pride.

so go again and say the
next time there will be no next time.
next time there will be no…
next time there will no next time.
next time there will be no…

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