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Keychain Sriracha
03:18
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A sparrow flies over an open plain...
But even still;
It can't escape it's certain fate.
Riding on the winds of change,
Of space.
Every year -
It always stays the same.
Different places...
Yet, all the music;
Sounds the same
Different faces...
I don't why;
But I feel that God's to blame.
A Dolphin swims about, stuck in a local zoo...
Oblivious;
To the likes of me and you.
Being so, aren't we just captives in life's game...?
Year by year,
It always stays the same.
Different cages...
Yet, all the music;
Sounds the same
Different paces...
I don't why;
But I feel that God's to blame.
A mother cries out as the doctors -
Tell her more...
Of the life -
She had;
Still born.
Me, I see some beauty in the solemn frame...
The spark went out,
And now is all the same.
Different stages...
Yet, all the music;
Sounds the same
Different pages...
I don't why;
But I feel that God's to blame.
So be the water or the sand beneath your feet!
Be the wind,
The birds,
And the trees...
Understand that life is broken and unique.
Close your eyes...
And breathe.
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Jeffery Dahmer Plays Quidditch...!
Let's journey to a place...!
That we;
Once knew.
No point in my disgrace!
For what;
I'll do.
To you.
Your face like silver
Makes my body quiver
Soon... So soon...
I...!
I won't give up.
But it's not enough;
To cause a fuss...
And I...!
Oh, I just need...
This world to be...
Our complete;
Social symphony.
Well journey to your place!!!
Cause we...
Just knew.
Let's hope I've not misplaced
My want,
my need...
For you.
But I must warn you -
My heart adores you...
So very much... Too much!
Chorus
Soon we'll be away from here -
Don't ever look away!
How could I not see so clear?
This worlds not yours; it's my mistake arghhhhhh...
Your lips so tired
Feign my desire
My heart stays broken
As you eyes stay open...
Chorus
Oh no, no no, no...
Oh please don't go!
Were do I begin...?
Ruin this one again.
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3. |
LDC
03:32
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LDC
You with the wandering eyes
Allow me to feed you lies
Innocence to play that part
Bastardizing my whole heart...
My minds telling me
To fake it all to get us somewhere far along the way
Whisper In my ear all of the things that I should say
She said
You want her.
You need her.
You just don't.
Believe her.
What they say,
And they do
You just cannot
Get it through.
From Tuesday
To monday
In this bed
That we make
Or we rape
I'm unsure
What this is
Oh I'm missing out...
On something...
I've got you saying hey sweetie
You don't know what you do to me
But everything that's loose inside your head
Can't compete with what's inside my bed
I keep telling you
To fake it all to get us somewhere far along the way
Whisper In my ear all of the things that I should say
I said
Just take it
Or leave it
There is no
Deceiving
I don't care
Never did
You just didn't
Listen
From Tuesday
To Monday
Or maybe
Till Sunday
Well gather
And sing praise
To the lord of all our fucked up ways...
Or something...
I feel as though I've lost myself again
Heading up our lust for all the dark beneath our bed...
From the backseat to the floor boards,
Yeah, once again, yeah once more
All in all, you're still my lonely friend
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4. |
Kick the Pregnant Woman
04:28
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