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the wines gone to our heads
they're not on straight, unstable
everythings gone roses and dynamite
we've uncorked our tongues
said too much
tonight we're not afraid of our words
lets not live by all our phobias
rapturously breath it all in before its gone
we're not lovers, but friends
playing a game of Twister
when you bite down
god, you bite down hard
I won't fight back I'm not fool enough
your teeth marks say everything
lets not live by all our phobias
rapturously breath it all in before its gone
lets turn our backs on our phobias
rapturously breath it all in before its gone
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Medicated Children
04:05
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lest you forget
we were all raised on meds
now how do you suppose we care?
If no one wants the truth
you should close your eyes too
how do you propose we get out of this?
We're live denial
I don't propose that anyone follow us
we're medicated
now everything is boring to us
lest you forget
we we're all raised in debt
now how do you expect we pay?
we smelled all the roses
turned up our noses
how do you propose we get out of this?
If no one knows the truth
you should close your eyes too
but I won't forget the things we've done
when all is said and buried
we're live denial
I don't propose that anyone follow us
we're medicated
now everything is mundane to us
we're live denial
no one knows
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3. |
Black Flowers
04:06
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we don't need sleep
I'm retired
we're bruises on skin
violet fire
this is an affirmation
tired's alive
no more sleeping for us
no more real life only black flowers
we don't need sleep
wasted time
we'll dream in the day
cut that wire
this is a proposition
no more sleeping for us
no more real life only black flowers
black flowers for black hours
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4. |
Cabin Fever
05:40
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He: When I was young I found a bird with a broken wing
She: Poor little thing
He: took it inside to mend its wound
She: All with best intentions
He: It died from our disease
There are gathering moths
She: Harmless little things
He: Around my head
She: Your standing underneath the light
He: Even when I'm in the dark they wait for me
She: Whether or not your minds at ease
everyone here has said their piece
you can keep talking if you like
after I leave
He: I hear wolves outside our door
She: their far away
He: waiting to tear our flesh from our bones
She: we're better off without it anyway
He: I'm not afraid
She: then open your eyes
He: my eyes are closed so I can hear them sing
She: Whether or not your minds at ease
everyone here has said their piece
you can keep talking if you like
after I leave
After I'm gone keep lying to yourself
After I'm gone, no one else
you can keep reopening your wounds
After I'm gone keep lying to yourself
After I'm gone, no one else
you can breath a sye of relief
I'm an “empty lying thief”
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