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Torn in two
A stupid game
We have to play
It's not the same
An internal dragging crisis
Blurring lines
Where's the art?
And what's the catch?
I'd rather you didn't listen
There's clearly not a compromise
I expected nothing anyways
Running in circles
Reaching for something
Stop at nothing
Makes sense to me
No we don't wanna be happy
Oh I guess we're existing
Why don't you look inside?
And why don't you criticize?
Look backwards
You'll see
Your friends hate your friends
Just a simple means to an end
Humans hate humans
If you look at the history
You'll realize
That all of our problems were caused by ourselves
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Mad
04:59
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Friends
What fucking friends?
It just doesn't feel that way
When you barely see a face
Words barely spoken
What fucking friends?
I wouldn't recognize you
No I couldn't
It's hilarious (Ha Ha Ha)
The story can flip
It can always be flipped
It depends who you ask
I'm mad at myself
And I'm mad by myself
And I'm mad at you
Yea it's you
It's so easy to do
Just what you want to
When no one's listening
Why should they listen?
Oh I'm mad at myself
And I'm mad at you
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Collide-O-Scope
05:46
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Flying into space
Eyelids blink in time
A metronome of hate
Pounding through my brain
The thoughts, they come in waves
I'm staring into space
Waiting for that day...
But it's all vague and bland
Maybe it's all in my head
As I lay down in space
Colliding into shapes
My mind lay back on Earth
Frozen, withered birth
My mind lay interspersed
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Sentiments they flood your mind
The pine trees grow
And in your heart you know
The rivers flow down the bend
A couple of people you thought you could call your friends
Run away
Run away, freight train dreams
The insects, worms, they crawl beneath the cream
It lays inside your bones you'll find
It's not the same, you'll never find the time
Run away
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5. |
Quilt
04:04
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I'm sick!
I'm sick of being here
Nothing ever happens
Nothing ever happens
And the days
Stick together
Weekends only get in the way
When you do
The same things
Everyday
Forget the days
That I spend
Simply waiting
When I'm home
I just want to leave
And when I'm out
I just wanna go home
Back to the place where I stare at the mirror
At the mirror
I need to get out
There's nothing I can do
Please let me go
Everything is ending
When hope runs dry
What do you do?
Who brought me here?
I'm still trying to get out
I'm so sick
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6. |
Garden Dreams
07:53
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Listen to myself
You can't dream
It's in your eyes when you stare
I hear your thoughts
They're in your mind
When you say okay
No it's just not me
Not just me
Just not me
Yea you were there
Waiting for me
By the garden across the lake
Hidden in the shade
So I'll never see your face again
One more time is all it takes
We'll shake
Just blink and we will bend
Back in time
Oh yea
I'm dreaming
Your brain, your eyes, your tongue
Fell right out of your head
My eyes were colored and changing into outer space
The stars you could see
Planets spinning around
I know it's not for me to see
I'm dreamin'
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Mr. Softee Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania
Casting doubt into the void.
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