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Just Deserts
02:39
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Could you hold on for a minute?
What's so thrilling down the street?
I'm just as helpless now as you are
And I was hoping we could meet
Strangers beckon me to listen--
Say I should focus on my head
But why would I even bother,
When I could bother you instead?
Are you an angel in remission?
Are you the Devil in white skin?
I've got an insatiable curiosity
And I'll make you suffer for your sin
You know that beauty's temporary
I'll strip your pretty little clothes
Twelve skeletons beside you,
But it's society you loathe
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Lock and Key
03:34
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Why so silent in the dead of night?
Not a whimper or a stir
Won't you fight me? Won't you try?
Couldn't make things any worse
What have I done? Where did she go--
That frightened girl I knew?
Who are you now? What does it mean?
It seems I can't break you
Sunrise, sunset
Have you lost it?
You won't resist any longer
Screened in porches,
Clean White horses,
You're singing ever louder
You'll keep smiling
Like a doll
You'll replace your eyes with marbles
Never will I
See such a sight
Forever will I studder
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3. |
Chameleon
02:36
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Are you trying to fool me?
Sounding out from beneath
The cup beside my chair
Do you think it's beneath me
To surrender everything in turn?
When's it my turn?
How long til you forget me?
How much further should I
Ingratiate myself?
I've got room yet to grow
Into a beautiful chameleon
For you
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Is it real cold on the moon?
Are you coming back home to me soon?
And when you plunge back in the ocean,
Will you still be the same?
Is there still blue in your eyes?
Did it pass when you burst through the sky?
With darkness around you,
Do you feel it on you,
Tugging at your neck?
While you're up there spinning around
With no feet on the ground,
Through emptiness stealing your breath,
Do you think of me?
Is it too quiet tonight?
Can you recreate voices alright?
Do they rattle you,
And chill you too?
Do they drag you back down from up high?
Do bad moments pull you apart?
Or is the mission so close to your heart,
That you hold a screen
To everything
And everyone behind your mark?
Are you keeping logs every day?
Are you writing the darkness away?
Is your laughter so cheap,
And your longing too deep
To let simple thoughts stand in your way?
While you're up there spinning around
With no feet on the ground,
Through emptiness stealing your breath,
Do you think of me?
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5. |
Set a Fire
03:00
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Dodged a beam in dead of night
Flipped his lights and hung a right
Where cool cement could catch his cheek
Blackened lashes blinking hard
Shoes that kill for prescient thought
Didn't know how much he'd take
Rattled names inside his head
And though he knew he'd burned his bed
A little whiff went a long way
Toys and pictures he could see
Summoned them so readily
Kept him moving down the main
Voice small and innocent
Smoke keeps rolling over it
But they don't know what they've been spared
Voices small and distant more
Flesh and skin crawl on the floor
But they'd crawl further if they dared
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6. |
Good Boy
00:43
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Press your face to me
I won't hurt you very much
We were perfect as could be
And you've been such a good, good boy
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7. |
No More Bad Thoughts
04:00
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She thought that it was gonna hurt
More than the last time she'd turned in
She knew
Something somewhere had to work
In this circular procession she'd been in
She kept a record in her head
Of everyone she'd wronged real bad along the way
And nothing so sacred as her bed
Would ever throw another doubt into her face
She slept real comfortable at night
No premonitions threatening to eclipse her light
And bad thoughts, she never let them hurt
Cause she knew she'd never get what she deserved
She knew it wasn't gonna hurt
Though some chatter somewhere told her that it would
And she felt protected as she could
From those pathetic sobbing voices, barely heard
She slept real comfortable at night
No premonitions threatening to eclipse her light
And bad thoughts, she never let them hurt
Cause she knew she'd never get what she deserved
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8. |
2am
01:40
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Mary kept the promises
She made a year ago
With pitiful resentment,
She'd been rolling back too slow
From the rubble in her suitcase
She'd extracted everything
That she knew
But every lucid dream
Pulled her back into the weeds
And woke her up
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