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I Am The Liquor
03:33
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mr. nervous of hands
made an effort anyway
purple demands,
"will you be eating, or bleeding me out?"
warsaw then stands,
"you've made a record anyway!"
purple demands,
"am I just shoving out wanted mouth?"
HEY!
i feel your summer of nostalgia creepin' in
OKAY!
i can't change what i did
even if i felt the need
mr. nervous of hands
caused purple's heart holocaust
offer still stands
won't she just leave me, or leave me be
oh no not that easy
HEY!
i feel your summer of nostalgia creepin' in
OKAY!
i can't change what i did
even if i felt the need
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Lillith
04:00
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it's a filthy grade of black, that cannot be defined.
simply as a shade nor as the absence of light
a cold that cuts like steel despite the current weather.
deeply lonely lovers who feel most empty when together.
you can count on this lillith, your love was meaningless
oh without that mad dog's lust that left you screaming for him.
however misguided, perhaps intentions were true he never loved you more than when he walked away from you. walked away from you.
was it the saddest day when your love began to fade?
an emptyness that turns in sleep yet twists when you’re awake.
you came to know a hopelessness forever present in your mind.
as you sat and broke your bread claiming, "this is yours and that is mine."
you can count on this lillith, your love is meaningless
oh without that mad dog's lust that left you screaming for him.
however misguided, perhaps my intentions were true i never loved you more than when I walked away from you
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Drowning Man
03:37
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So the rye hits my gut,
My tongue seems to take
An uglier wicked more serpent like shape
My heart starts to act much like my eyes
When adjusted to black, it's pained by the light.
Lord I am a drowning man, a drowning man you see.
I hold onto those closest to me and drag them to the black depths of the sea.
Sometimes life seems much
A one a.m. sky a an endless black sea only peppered with light.
The days come like waves sinking fangs into the shore
With every rush and retreat,
Things are different than before.
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Nil If By Mouth
05:05
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I think two world is nil.
Already beets in the fridge.
Display a lavish kill, show me the nearest bridge.
Your love is a time-bomb, conditional.
After all you're fabulously alone.
Perched on a window sill
Already leaks in the ridge.
Display that lavish kill.
Show me the nearest bridge.
Your love is a time-bomb, conditional.
After all you're fabulously alone
Alone, alone, alone.
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