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Eating Lightning Pt. I
02:52
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FROZEN, OH HOW I WISH I WAS.
THIS TIME TONIGHT COULDN'T BE ANY BETTER.
FREEZING. OH, HOW UNCERTAIN I AM.
THE PLACES, THE FACES, WHERE HAVE I GONE?
I'VE BECOME THE CONCRETE THAT
MY FEET WILL NEVER MEET.
THIS STREET GOES ON FOREVER.
SO TONIGHT MY SHEETS NEVER EXISTED.
THESE MEMORIES
OF LAUGHTER LATE AT NIGHT
WON'T BE WASTED.
NINE LIVES LIVE AS ONE
IN THE WORST OF CITIES.
NO ONE KNOWS OUR NAMES
AND OUR POCKETS ARE A PITY.
SO I'LL SCREAM EACH NIGHT
UNTIL MY THROAT RUNS DRY.
SO I'LL SCREAM UNTIL I WANNA DIE.
AND IF IT WAS SO
AND I DIED BY YOUR SIDE,
AT THAT MOMENT I'D KNOW
THAT I'D BE JUST FINE.
NOT TOO MANY GET TO LIVE THEIR LIFE LIKE MINE.
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Dramarama
02:49
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IMAGES BURNT INTO MY BRAIN.
SHARPER THAN KNIVES, THIS CAT-SCAN FEVER
CONSUMES US ALL.
THIS LUMP IN OUR
THROAT GROWS BIGGER.
SOONER OR LATER
THIS CANCER BECOMES YOU.
HATRED TOWARDS EACH OTHER
AND A SOILED FRIENDSHIP DOWN THE DRAIN.
YEARS LATER THE FEAR
OF STARTING OVER
HAS KILLED ME INSIDE.
DON'T BOTHER.
YOUR LIES BLEED TOGETHER.
WHAT YOU SAID DOESN'T MATTER.
RUMORS THAT FILL THIS ROOM.
SAVE YOUR DRAMA FOR THE SOAPS.
YOUR HEART BEATS WHEN THE BULLSHIT STARTS.
THE STORIES GROW
LIKE TUMORS INSIDE MY HEART.
YOUR WORDS ARE A SICKNESS
THAT THERE'S NO CURE FOR.
THEY HIT THE EARS OF OTHERS
AND SPREAD LIKE A VIRUS.
HOW CAN I EVER START BELIEVING
WHAT I AM HEARING?
THE GERMS TAKE YOU OVER,
THE WORDS BECOME YOUR SAVIOR.
YOU CAN'T BREATHE WITHOUT IT.
I'D LOVE TO HEAR YOU SPEAK ON YOUR OWN.
I'D LOVE TO HEAR YOU SPEAK THE TRUTH.
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Behold, The White Whore
04:51
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THE SPEAKEASY PARLOR
WAS FILLED WITH MANY
A FAIR LADY
FALLEN VICTIM
TO ANOTHER MIND RAPE
BY THEIR CHRISTIAN FATHERS
IT WAS NEVER EASY
TO SHOW THEM I LOVED THEM
HE SAID AS HE WAS
REMOVED FROM THE BOOTH
NO ONE HAD THE TIME TO LISTEN TO HIM
THEY DON'T CARE
IT WASN'T HIS THING TO TALK LIKE THAT
WAKING UP THE NEXT DAY
IN A NIGHTMARE OF A
GREY COLORED ROOM
FULL OF FRIENDS WITH NO NAMES
AND METAL AS COLD AS HELL
THIS WAS YET ANOTHER FAVORITE OF HIS
CONSCIOUS EFFORT WAS PUT INTO EVERYTHING
THAT HE DIDN'T DO
AND EVERYTHING ELSE WAS A FAILED PLAN
WHY DIDN'T THIS WORK
IF ONLY GRATITUDE COULD GET YOU SOMEWHERE
CENSOR HIS BLEEDING HANDS
BROKEN TEETH AND BLOOD RED HAIR
THIS IS HIS LOVE
KEEP IT UP
YET ANOTHER DAY
BLESSED WITH HIS PRESENCE
CONTINUE TO BEAT HIM
THIS IS HIS LOVE
COUGHING UP HIS MOTHER'S LOVE
ALL OVER A PLATE OF REFURBISHED ORGANISMS
THIS IS HIS LOVE
OH MOTHER MARY FORGIVE THEM
FOR THEY HAVE WON
THEY HAVE WON
SPOKEN FAST ENOUGH
TO SPARK A MEMORY INTO EVERYONE'S
TIRED MINDS
BUILT UPON A CROSS OF CLOTHES
AND THORNS OF WRINKLED SCARVES
AND HUNG FROM A CEILING AND SENT
TO EVERY CHILD'S LIVING ROOM
DEPICTIONS OF LIFE AS TOLD
BY A SUBDUED BODY WITHIN US ALL
WE AREN'T LOVED ANYMORE
BEHOLD, THE WHITE WHORE
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ARCHED BACK
AND A COUPLE OF SLIT WRISTS,
HOW OFTEN
CAN YOU TELL ME THAT I CAN'T LOVE YOU?
JUST MAYBE I CAN.
SOMEHOW I'LL BREAK THOSE ARMS
AND SOMEDAY I'LL BREAK THOSE ARMS.
WATCHING JESUS CHRIST EMERGE
IN THE FORM OF A FIREARM,
I SIT BACK AND RELAX.
MY WIFE OF 40 YEARS
I RAPED HER.
HE BEGAN THAT DAY LIKE ANY OTHER,
HOLDING HANDS WITH SAVORY LITTLE BEAUTIES.
LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THEM
AND TELL THEM ALL YOU WANT IS TO BE CARED FOR.
HER EYES WERE CALM
AND HER HANDS WERE COLD.
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Trophy Wives
02:14
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SHAKE. SHAKE. SHAKE LOOSE THAT SINGLE GLEAM OF HOPE LEFT IN YOUR CHEST. GONE ARE THE DAYS OF SUNSHINE, I PROMISE. BREATH-TAKING PHOTOGRAPHS OF DREAMS LONG FORGOTTEN, YOUR SHIP HAS SANK. WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME. SQUEAL ONCE MORE FOR PAPA. THIS IS NOT ABOUT MONEY, OH NO. THIS IS A SPORT. HAIR THAT SMELLS OF FEAR AND EYES THAT SCREAM SOLITUDE. COMPANIONSHIP IS JUST ANOTHER FUCKING CURSE. YOU CAN'T BUY FRIENDS LIKE THIS. BITE AND SCRATCH ALL YOU LIKE. TROPHIES OF BLACK BLUE AND RED.
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Stolen Home
03:11
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HOLD ON JUST A GODDAMN MINUTE, THIS COMMERCIAL IS YET TO BE OVER AND I CAN'T WAIT TO TRY THIS KNIFE OUT, I SERIOUSLY CAN'T WAIT. YELLOW PAINT WON'T COVER BLOODSTAINS, AND YELLOW PAINT WON'T COVER THESE RUMORS. THIS BLADE...YOUR NECK. ALL OF MY VALUES IN A LITTLE BASKET. I'VE STARTED OVER. SIT CLOSER, HONEY, I'VE TRIED MY BEST, I PROMISE. AND I CAN'T WAIT TO GET THESE CLOTHES OFF. I'M FUCKING TIRED. SWEET SKIN, CAN'T GET IT CLOSE ENOUGH TO ME, I WAN'T TO BE COVERED. RUNNING MY FINGERS STRAIGHT THROUGH HER HAIR, JUST LIKE MOTHERS, THIS IS MY NEW LIFE.
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I FELL ASLEEP ON YOUR GUN AGAIN LAST NIGHT, IT WAS WARMER THAN BEFORE. MY EYES ARE BURNING. FOR EVERY SIGH I HEAR, I’LL ROLL OVER SO YOU CAN REACH FOR THE TRIGGER. IS IT AIMED AT MY HEAD? ARE WE MAKING ANY PROGRESS? WHY ARE WE IN BED TOGETHER? DO THAT ONE MORE TIME, RIGHT WHERE I THINK MY LEGS MIGHT CONNECT. IT GETS ANNOYING BUT I’LL BEAR WITH IT THIS TIME. I DON'T TALK TO EVERY GIRL LIKE THIS. I DON'T TALK. BABY, THESE THINGS FEEL GOOD. THESE THINGS FEEL SO GOOD. THIS BED ISN’T GETTING ANY BIGGER AND THESE SHEETS DON’T KEEP ME WARM AT NIGHT.
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Bartleby
02:40
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THE TEA KETTLE CALLED IT ARSON BUT I ASSURED HIM IT WAS ONLY TREASON. BOUGHT WITH A PASSION AND SOLD FOR LESS THAN A FORTUNE. THESE GLASS EYES ONLY BREAK IF YOU CATCH THEM. THIS ALL MUST END BETWEEN THE ROCKS AND THE SEA. THIS DRINK OF KINGS ONCE PASSED OVER THIS DECK. IT WAS ALL IN GOOD HUMOR, I SWEAR. I SWEAR. I SWEAR...
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