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i could float through open waters
and finally find some quiet
but then no one would listen
so all i get are open pill bottles
to salt the grounds of carthage
but it would never be enough for me
take away the rain
take away the rain
i'd love to watch the ceiling
in my place on west grace
i thought i saw god's face
he told me he's just kidding
so i could float through open air
and burn out my lungs
but who would sing this song
not you, not me, not you
take away the rain
take away the rain
i'd love to watch the ceiling
take away my brains (open pill bottles)
take away my brains (open pill bottles)
i'd love to watch the ceiling
never take my eyes
never take my eyes
i'd love to watch the ceiling
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2. |
radiator boy
02:55
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my luscious purple blood flows
my mind is all aglow
and i'm starting to feel
like nothing's real
i'm out of olive oil
and nothings happening it's all so surreal
nothing's happening its so surreal
oh i wanna be your poem
i'll be your radiator boy
my luscious purple blood flows
and nothing's happening so it goes
you can play with me just like a toy
i will be your radiator boy
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i have let myself down
and i'm too fucked to drive home
and i am sleeping by the ledge
but i've walked here all alone
and i am stumbling in the dark
for safe passage in the bricks
so i tap the city walls
beat my knuckles half to shit
but it's just a drug
it's in your system
and there's nothing you can do
it's over and done
it's in your system
you've gotta ride it out
i thank jason every night
for the paychecks he floats me
but i have crashed the fucking boat
now the 12 are mad at me
but it's just a drag
i'm in the system
and there's nothing i can do
i'm at the promised land
but they've sealed all the holes
and i cannot get through
i've started to pant
but the wall is too high
so at least i'm not alone
its driving me mad
at an impasse
but i see jericoh
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4. |
children of ignorance
04:57
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you have so many disjointed thoughts
you've filed tuhem all under your last name
no no no no no no no no no no no no
no no no no no no no no no no no no
don't even worry about
a thing i've figured it out
don't even worry about
a thing i've figured it
you've been so very disgruntled these few days
at the receding notions of fortune and fame
but if i get drunk on a wednesday night would you say i'm
forming a bad habit we're functional adolescents
and you have no idea of the things that are written in
the stars that hang above your head
that's shit you just can't comprehend
don't even worry about
a thing i've figure it out
don't even worry about
a thing i've figured it out
don't even argue with
an order that makes no sense
don't even struggle with
an existence that's pointless
find comfort in nothingness
find nothing in all of this
find comfort in nothingness
find nothing in all of this
our aspirations have died no matter we've tried
we could not bend that piercing god awful flat line
no no no no no no no no no no no
no no no no no no no no no no no no
don't even worry about
a thing i've figured it out
don't even worry about
a thing i've figured it
out
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blissful dream
03:25
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red roses wrapped up in plastic
are on the nightstand in my room
i have a hundred scarlet letters
but i only wear them when i'm alone
the water in my bath is tepid
but i don't mind going for a soak
and i am drawing all the curtains
i cast every shadow
red roses wrapped up in plastic
wilt on the nightstand in my room
i have a hundred black garments
but i don't wear them when i'm alone
the water in my bath is freezing
but i don't mind going for a soak
and i am drawing all the curtains
i cast every shadow
so don't wake me up
i'm having such a blissful dream
don't wake me up
i'm having such a blissful dream
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