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Architecture
03:19
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I wonder if we’ll ever look beyond the flesh to see the soul inside
I wonder if our rights and wrongs could mesh, and we could find our stride
Hollywood, make me a machine so my gears will only turn for the dollar
Moving units, feeding bullshit-the pay is better when you make ‘em holler
Each and every one of us were architects
Taught to design a death that we could live with
The beauty and the filth, and the logic on a tilt
We must’ve measured wrong-look at this wreck we built
Creativity gets lost in the shuffle of this so called “business”
One wrong move, and your once loyal friends will disown you with a twisted quickness
By all means, you deserve a cut for giving your life to these dreams
So sad to see when spite meets the greed, and then lawyers convene
It’s not robbery, but you could’ve fooled me
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I know that you want me, haunt me deep into the tiny quiet hours of the night
Buzzin’ like a chainsaw, brain thaw, ever wonder why I never put up a fight?
I woke up on fire, slow motion dreams of you and everything you do
Sing it with the choir-I would do anything you told me to
I would do anything you told me, I would do anything
I don’t commonly melt like this when we kiss
Under a firestorm rippling through the air
I swear nothing will compare
Sweltering release, let me ignite the way of your bad behavior may it never cease
I would do anything you told me to…
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Darkside
03:37
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Well, whaddya know? Look at me go-I’m on a rampage
See I got this other wicked side and when the two collide it’s all the rage
I wonder if my thunder will be way too loud for you
Just creep a little closer to make sure you feel the boom, boom, boom
With such a sick finesse, you played me little lady like a game of chess
Although you’re no better than me, and incidentally we both deserve the agony
In between the sheets your screams resonate into the city streets
Fortunately, I think you can agree - there's nothing wrong with being lonely
It really comes as no surprise to me we got stuck on the dark side
Where all of the shine died
I think we should rip ourselves apart for fun
(Oh, just for fun)
A little self-indulgence never hurt anyone
Well, whaddya think? Twist a kink and complicate my world
As easy as you please - you can follow my lead girl
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Calendars
03:27
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Blueprints
02:58
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I guess I assumed that I had a clue, or knew how to do this
While you got sicker I was drafting up my blueprints
But as it turns out, they were of no use to me
I’ve been so lost ever since your wings found peace
This is a poor attempt at moving on
This is me reluctantly giving your death a song
In doing so, I get lifted from the low
So if only for a moment - it won’t feel like your gone
I let my regret get the better of the best memories with you
Tried drugs and liquor for a quicker happy substitute
But as it turns out, they did more harm than good
Now I spend my days in a haze, blaming it on my childhood
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Cost (ft. Nathan Hussey)
02:58
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If I could just unlock the mystics of this brain
Then I could kill the siren whispering my name
Instead, she pulls me in across a tightrope over my grave
Little does she knows that she’s fuckin’ with a soul I don’t really wanna save
Sweet oblivion, you taste so good to me
I shoulda known that you were everything but free
If I could just untie this knot that’s coming loose
Then I would quantify the squeeze for the juice
Instead, I’m out here bobbin’ on a wake of decimation I choose
Little did I know I’m already predisposed to these quicksand blues
I shoulda known it then, so I vacate your street
And I get fearful now when someone younger repeats after me:
Good God, holy hell
I revel in this turbulence-I love to hate myself
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Gallon
03:57
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I believe there’s something more to me
Another layer that my bloodshot eyes can’t see
And if I’m being honest-my faith is mainly trickery
I just need to keep repeating this
So the gallon stays within my wrist
I believe there’s something more in me
Another dimension that my tired mind can’t read
And if I’m being honest-my fate is all too plain to see
This awful feeling never ever goes away
As long as I’m breathing evil has a place to stay
Cyclical queasy, nothing is easy
I hear myself convince myself to try - yet still, I kinda wanna die
I believe there’s nothing more for me
Another way that my hope can’t pay the fee
And if I’m being honest-my faith is shameful trickery
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Akathisia
02:55
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Almost always I think that you’re disgusted by me
My muse, forsooth, I am too
Almost always I dream of breaking us free
Can you be the panacea? And help to pull me through
I wish you didn’t have to do this
Deal with all the bullshit I keep in between the crackle and the hiss
I wish you didn’t know me like this
But you do, and I am broken-crumbling to bits
Almost all day I wanna be someone else
My muse, don’t move, I can’t see
Almost all day I’m on the bottom shelf
Can you be the panacea? This final remedy
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It still feels like I’m in a dream
Ever since you anchored next to me
All our molecules were made for this entanglement
You complete my circuitry
I was so stuck until you came
Reminded me I even have a name
All our molecules were made for this entanglement
You bring my focus into frame
These convictions were see-through, till I met you
I used to be so afraid to feel anything good or remotely real
I never believed in the magical until you came along and you lit up the world
Now nothing even comes close to you, evermore I do
I believe in it cuz I want to, evermore I do
Now nothing even comes close to you, infinitely evermore I do
On the subatomic level we align
I want your ecstasy in my spine
All our molecules were made for this entanglement
Intertwine your soul with mine
These convictions were see-through, until I knew
I feel you on my left side
I feel you on my right side
I will do my part
I'll show you my heart
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10. |
Conduit
03:48
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This is an official signal out to the ether
I am but a vessel for your song
This disbelief is now somehow typical procedure
Need not be special to belong, to belong
Anyone, anything
Somewhere out there listening
Cover me in all your glow, high up over the trees
Everything in every way
Powers that be operate
I’d rather die high on my feet, than live like this on my knees
Folded over twisted in the mystery of my soul
I can’t seem to find where I go wrong
This disbelief is now somehow out of my control
Need not be perfect to be strong, to be strong
This rapid fire that we require
It’s gonna be the end for us
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