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Hands
03:51
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cuz you're a winner, you're a friend
you always do the things I pretend I do for you
cuz you're a thief, you always see
the things I do, I do for me, no one else
don't look inside, you will find something wrong
cuz you're the best I always say
it's been so long but I just don't know who I am, what it is I found
why do I stay so far away?
I look to you but I just see through your skin, your eyes
but don't look inside, you will find something wrong
cuz your hands they're on my face, they're in my mind
and I will forget them one at a time
cuz your hands they're on my face, they're in my mind
and I will forget them one at a time
and if the blood is on your hands wash them clean
then rinse out all you've seen
and when i'm in your head don't forget that i'm gone
i'm gone for good
cuz your hands they're on my face, they're in my mind
and I will forget them one at a time
cuz your hands they're on my face, they're in my mind
and I will forget them one at a time
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Interstate (Median)
05:12
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The line of cars extending
Past where the white lines meet
This road is never ending
Eyes glued to the concrete ahead of me
And i know
One wrong twitch will set me free
I veer onto the shoulder
Just inches from the wall
My fingers getting colder
Left mirror scrapes and sparks light up and fall
And i know
The median won’t care at all
Don’t expect me to slow down
When i’m already going
Six feet underneath the fucking ground
Today i found a way
On the interstate
At 90 miles an hour
You don’t control your fate
Hands off the steering wheel
Just close your eyes and wait to hear the sound
Shattered glass
And metal folding all around
Don’t expect me to slow down
When i’m already going
Six feet underneath the fucking ground
Today i found a way
On the interstate
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3. |
Small
05:18
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when i'm cold, when i'm small, the statue stands tall
when i'm cold, when i'm small, the statue stands tall
when i'm cold, when i'm small, the statue stands tall
when i'm cold, when i'm small, i promise i'll fall
twice a night I slip away to a soiled place that I built from shame
this house of bodies keeps me in my place
the wicked bore the restless, I taste your disaffection
no aim, no aim, no aim, no aim
twice a night you slip away, when you feel empty you feel safe
you feel safe
i'm small enough, your touch is rough, rot turns to rust
but I still walk in his line
do you feel this sweet regression? I cave at every mention of his name
his name, his name, his name
twist the knife to feel your heaven, your vicious pose in each direction
it's his blade, his blade, his blade, his blade
pleased to meet you and your blessings, shatter me i'll learn my lesson
i'll learn my
i'm small enough, your touch is rough, rot turns to rust
but I still walk in his line, i'll open up this time
there's nothing left for me
the pain, the swollen apathy
don't put it in my veins, i'll put it in my veins
catch me as I fall in
please catch me as I fall in
catch me as I fall in
please catch me as I fall in
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4. |
Honey
06:40
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hello, i'll take my place, i'll stick to plans that we once made
and you'll find me around the bend with wild crooked arms, my jagged limbs
and you'll ask me "well where'd you go?"
to find out why i'm still alone
cuz your honey it sticks to me, whenever I decide to leave
why do I go?
so honey come look with me
I burned that bridge for all to see
and im sorry that I walked out through the back door of everything we knew
your honey drips out the inside, out my breath from down below
I can't wait to see you and to tell you to leave me alone
don't wait for me it's much too long, oh i'm sorry I chose my own
I twist away from touch and I take myself out your arms and in my shell
so don't take it all away from me, i'll give in and then you'll see
cuz your honey, it sticks to me whenever I leave
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