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Copamarina
02:59
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Bread's already baked
but I'll bet we'll toast again.
Dancing on tight rope
tracing it past the demands
way past all the signs
Lights under the door
Lava's on the floor
I dare you to take more.
Or swim right back to shore
That's just what we're here for
Thought we'd take it up a notch
playing broken records and unfettering the mind
But then it came in loops
Sums of faded echos
Oscillate the chatter
Infinite voices
Dissipate through the cracks.
Feels like I'm far away but I'm here.
Take me back.
Doctor, the void keeps getting stronger.
A sleep I cannot wake from...
Wonderland comes with its own brand
of side effects. They storm and
light up my cold dead hands.
The wise have soulless eyes.
Doctor, the void keeps getting stronger...
A clusterfuck of colors...
A calm synthetic slumber...
A sleep I cannot wake from...
Thought we'd take it up a notch
playing broken records and unfettering the mind
and then it came in loops
Sums of faded echos
Oscillate the chatter
Infinite voices!
Bread's already baked
but I'll bet we'll toast again
Dancing on tight rope
tracing it, past the demands
way past all the signs
That's just what we're here for!
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They say that punk rock died
My generation killed it
Metalcore is shit according to elitists
Originality, we bleed that fucker dry
Stop beating the dead horse with a four chord structured lie
I know you think that I'm a callous murderer
a genre homicidal cannibal
"Your favorite singer? Well, I've never heard of her"
Keep your opinions to your fucking self
Modern day critics can be anyone with a phone. (You tasteless ass!)
Shut your hipster trap, choke on your scarf and leave it alone. (Leave it alone)
Oh, look! What a miracle! Everyone, gather around! It's David Bowie
whacking post-modernism with a crowbar! It's gonna be quite a show.
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Safety Net
03:01
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Mr. Velez, I need to speak to your only daughter, right now.
This shouldn't take long.
She needs to listen 'cause these are words I just can't swallow like pride.
Yeah, I should know.
Kiss me like your guilty pleasure.
A dirty secret on your patio
Every night we would hide there
That sacred ground where time stood still
Mrs. Velez, your kindness will be missed and passed on, I swear, like summer air.
Patience was my strongest virtue but I've waited long enough.
And this summer must end.
Kiss me like your guilty pleasure.
A dirty secret on your patio.
Every night we would hide there
That sacred ground where time stood still
Don't say you're my safety net.
It cheapens my sentiments.
We had a shot at happiness.
Just don't say you're my safety net.
Feed me lies, release the pressure.
Our focus turns to distant radio.
Kill the lights and find the treasure.
A subtle hit that mutes the audio
Every night we would hide there
That sacred ground where time stood still
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Mind your Meds
04:30
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I gazed through rose-colored edged glass
Never aware of all the warning red flags
Balanced my dose, two pills at most.
Working my shifts on dialysis, living life like re-runs.
Self-medication's a skill I've learned to love.
Give it a shot, you'll love it 'cause when you're inmortal
The night's for the young!
I'll let the cigarette burn itself to sleep.
My room's not a mess but it reeks of social death.
Come be my guest, smoke up my chest
You've got no experience.
Before I burn out and crash,
Before I'm dead,
Before the soberness rears it's ugly head
Weary one
The day is done
You've earned the right to rest
Honey, won't you mind your meds?
The plate's been cleared. Let's go to bed.
I'm ready to go again, there's no need to explain
Pick the weird ones, dig the slow fall
Grunting, you're a lightning storm.
Defending your story hiding behind tones.
It's clear that youth is but a waste
when you're just lying on your death bed.
Your best friends are all dead.
Self medication's a skill I'm running from
I've had enough, I need to stop, I'm not inmortal.
The night's for the dumb.
I'll let the cigarette burn my hand instead.
My feet are awake but my head's not in the game.
I'm falling deep, tried to sleep, can't go to sleep and I'm
staying behind.
Before I burn out and crash,
Before I'm dead,
Before the soberness rears it's ugly head again.
(I am Satan, lord of darkness)
(Nonsense)
Battle stats molded to perfection!
Pick the weird ones, dig the slow fall
grunting, you're a lightning storm.
Unfolding yet again with a smaller backpack for your former back,
and stuffed inside is all that was.
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Stranger Danger
03:40
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Let's go to your patio,
Away from your father's ears
Talk about your new pain, and how you'd rather be with other men
That you haven't even met
But I guess that's just the way you are
Stranger danger ain't no danger when you're learning from your scars
Mine will slowly heal so don't forget to feel how anxiety clings when you're living off the guilt trip love game
Shouting louder than I should
Scaring off your good intent
Calm me down with mix drinks
Just to reset back to harshly vent
You're getting tired of my shit
But I guess that's just the way I am
Always craving confrontation
Never starving for amends
I've always liked to be alone
Another lie, I should have known
But I'm learning how to go to the movies on my own
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