1. |
paradigm lost
05:40
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feeling like a promise broken by a subtle hand
looking to the mirror hoping i can understand
tie the noose around my neck i can not help but smile
skin me, strip me, bleach my bones then throw them on the pile
wishing for conclusion when it all begins again
never-mind the lessons i'm addicted to the pain
slip your blade across my throat i'm guaranteed to bleed
just one sip of willing blood is all you'll ever need
laughing at my situation one more lonely night
cut me with your rapier wit (you never do it right)
slash me into pieces i am waiting on my knees
make them wonder how someone could do such things as these
clinging to a paradigm that's old and crumbling grey
walk the road with blinders on it's easier this way
place me in your guillotine i've come down from my throne
waiting for that quick release and i'll be heading home
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2. |
no one
05:17
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say what you mean
show no mercy
take some action
find your space
tell me who needs
what i offer?
who is waiting
in my room tonight?
no one!
guilt and baggage
all that excess
bring you flowers
mask the tension
tell me who wants
all that i am?
who is missing
all my charm tonight?
no one!
time to go now
make your own way
new life calling
will you answer?
tell me who cries
at my absense?
who is wishing
for a few more hours?
no one!
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3. |
pity
06:58
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endlessly hoping for something that's not there
ceaselessly searching for something you won't share
i've given you all yet there's still more to give
but the way that you drain me is hard to forgive
there's no resolution no ending in sight
and the core of my love is the darkness in light
tragically watching as all this falls apart
tearfully taking back pieces of my heart
devour your essence but i still want more
if my love is a vampire my lust is a whore
the names carved on bedposts just won't let me sleep
and the wounds that you've opened are starting to weep.
selfishly wishing it's me you loved the most
painfully knowing you're haunted by that ghost
and the stains on the sheets never seem to come clean
like some memory of passion now coloured obscene
you tell me you need me against your own will
and the scars on my heart ever-thickening still
pointlessly giving you all the rope you need
secretly praying that one day you'll succeed.
with the voice in my head screaming don't be naive
but i know what i felt and i need to believe
agnostic philosophy dictates the way
with a clinical logic that i must obey
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4. |
pieces
07:57
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spread the plastic on the carpet lock the bedroom door
let no one know just what your planning
make them guess the mess that's on the floor
yes they'll cry for days and days a painful inner war
they'll wonder: what's in your head boy?
is it evil is it something more?
who's crazy now?
how i wish it was me
fingers crossed
not lucky today
how i wish it was me
second sight
afflicted visions
how i wish it was me
see the view from on the rooftop make sure you're alone
there's nothing worse than unknown witnessess
to witness what you have in store
maybe if you're lucky they will call the local news
top story! this may be too graphic
recommend that you avert your eyes
who's laughing now?
how i wish it was me
sickening smile
and tortured reason
how i wish it was me
never numb but not quite feeling
how i wish it was me
master or the servant in this selfish little game
and i walk seven steps behind you am i
pushing you or following?
flawless in a word
if you only knew
i'm picking pieces off the floor again
who's sorry now?
how i wish it was me
trapped inside
this carbon prison
how i wish it was me
kingdom lost
but paradise gained
how i wish it was me
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5. |
impermanence
07:21
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shaking when you touch me
the emptiness dies screaming
and if there ever was a valid reason to live
i've found it in you
needing when you kiss me
your hands on me addicting
and if there really ever was a reason to die
i'd do it for you
and if you take a step back you will find it all true
you know in your heart what you feel
but if you ever doubt me well just look in my eyes
the answer is waiting for you
dreaming pure perfection
naked now before me
and if there is a reason not to dwell in the past
my future is you
aching when i miss you
stretching the connection
if no one understands us well what did you expect
i'm only for you (i'm only for you)
and if you ever need me then just call out my name
you know in your heart i'm the one
forever is a promise you can take to the grave
i'll move any mountain for you
growing ever close
complete assimilation
and if there is a reason to forsake all i am
i'll do it for you
hovering above you
piercing deep inside you
and if there ever was a fucking reason to love
that reason is you (that reason is you)
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6. |
(blood-free) misery
05:15
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baseless, rash mind
life's own penalty
time heals all wounds
blood-free misery
selfish future
serving cruelty
prescient insight
carefree misery
open prospect
leaving readily
suffer children
holy misery
regal funeral
failing monarchy
fools will rush in
selfish misery
no sleep, faulty
welcome lunacy
breathing vapor
inhale misery
forsight conflict
culture jealousy
my self-abuse
feeding misery
suture, closure
perceived fallacy
no blood on me
blood-free misery
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