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Snake Oil/Honey Tongue
04:02
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What is the weight of all this worth to you
Because I'm sick of your casual drugs
How can you say it's all that you can do
when the sun was an empty promise of
the burden of being set free to deal with the consequences of existing
So bury me inside a fantasy of a world that no longer exists
Trying to escape the ocean in a desert
When I'm still starving for water or release
What purpose does any of this serve
Lying to yourself while we rip out our teeth
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The doctor told me I've been spending too much time in my thoughts
But why shouldn't I hide?
A progeny of people who couldn't be honest with themselves or with anyone else
You act like I don't know I'm sick
But the cure is worse than what I'm trying to fix
And I never had the money or the time
To reclaim the life that was supposed to be mine
So at this point an endless series of distractions is simply the only action
So we can bury me inside a fantasy of a world that no longer exists
I can't hold onto the things to pull me through one more night of getting by living like this
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Lotos
03:02
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He saw the burning of the home he loved
He watched as the sky came undone
So afraid of dying alone
But now his heart turns to stone
It sucked the air from her lungs as the streets turned stale
Staring vis a vis with the pale
He begs and begs on the curb
Just to get home from work
He'd give anything that has worth
For one second not to hurt
She can't feel her hands against her skin
Never able once to win
Every day crippled by
The help she needed to get by
He saw the world in his future before it was snatched away
Working hard for a monster that will never let him escape
All of these empty caskets for this inescapable debt
They become disposable cures while they forget who they were
The rocks welcome the broken ship
The captain absent from his post
Bodies broken, bloody lips
Cried out on a hostile coast
And from the shadows voices boast
About the artifact of fear
The opioids make living ghosts
That buried all my sick friends here
The world you made is an empty sphere
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Fifty-One Twenty
04:14
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My head my hands weigh as much as cinder blocks
A place for peace waits for no one only a spot the broken mattress outlines my empty shell that can't stomach the sulfur from out of the well
I lay alone by myself as a stranger lost inside the cavern of my bed
I lay alone
I lay alone
I lay alone inside my head
The rats and the roaches they beg me to breathe
(I'm) Starving my self while they eat away at me
Punish myself for surviving who I am
Another day, another night where nothing can
Help me see a man in the mirror and not just a husk of who I
Used to be when sinking through oceans of longing for hurt to die
There's no place I feel less at home than the place I decided to buy
So I'll still behave just like my corpse in my bed and continue to
Sink through deeper into you
Letting the numb wash over is the sweetest emptiness
I'll push through pretending life makes sense
Nevermind there's no voice there to
Help me see a man in the mirror and not just a husk of who I
Used to be when sinking through oceans of longing for hurt to die
There's no place I feel less at home than the place I decided to buy
So I'll still just make like my corpse in my bed and continue to lie
My dearest friend is the sound in the stillness keeping the skeletons bricked up in their closets without a voice in their chest, just a rattle of bone inside my house and even though I'm the only cadaver left here with half a pulse I rot away with all of your ghosts as we lie
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Holy Days
04:11
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Why does faking this calm exhaust me more
Than all the things that my dreams have in store
I'll close my eyes and relive every horrible thing
That I've endured every day since the Spring
We're all so tired the only lights out this Christmas
Are from the ambulance taking your neighbor from her house
If New Year's is any better then maybe at last
Fireworks at midnight will keep the nightmares drowned out
Asking why I seem absent makes my chest tight
I can't explain I lie awake while you sleep at night
I will apologize for existing like this
You tell me it's okay, it never is
I wish that this fake smile could become the truth
But as long as we're all sick and broke there is no use
I lie to myself that I'm lying for your sake
To say you are not strong enough to see that this is all that I can take
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