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The Field Where I Died
04:35
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Sweet angel stumbling through the hall
Now I won't lust after anything else
Oh, to get that feeling back, they would kill
Oh, there's talk of the apocalypse, now I'm drowning in it
All this talk of the apocalypse, now I'm drowning in it
Sweet angel stumbling through the hall, you'll pass it on to me
Oh, to get that feeling back, what a thrill
This was the field where I died, now I've come back
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Duck, Duck, Satan!
03:30
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Those goddamn heathens, they won't take your brochure
Sick of the light, sick of the day
And their devil got horns, old Morningstar has got me
The sky is falling, what's your five-year plan?
It's in my poor luck, it's in "the way you recoil when I hold your hand"
Thrift store jeans, fifth-dimensional overlord lizard fiends
From this, there is no coming back
It's in my father's death bed, and the years that it took to fill that void
It's in everything and everyone
Alright, alright, alright, calm down
Their devil got horns, and their evil is in me. Yup
Those fucking heathens, they won't take your brochure
Sick of the light, sick of the day
They're going out tonight, no plans to multiply
They're going out tonight, God's gifts are fumbled lines
And the sky is falling, what's your five-year plan?
It's in my poor luck, it's in "the way you recoil when I hold your hand"
Thrift store jeans, fifth-dimensional overlord lizard fiends
From this, there is no coming back
It's in my father's death bed, and the years that it took to fill that void
It's in everything and everyone
Alright, alright, alright, calm down
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3. |
The Somewhere After
04:03
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Can you see our sins from the somewhere after?
Some eternal place where we all go
I'm looking to trade up, I'm looking to set this right.
I'm looking to trade up
You spend half your life chasing these dreams
It's only equal to time spent grinding your teeth
I've asked winter to leave
Can you see our sins from the somewhere after?
Some eternal place where we all go?
Rapture looking to trade up. Yeah, the light will set this right
Still looking to trade up
Last night I had that same dream,
dreadful creature in a terrestrial machine
Witch's familiar trying to bury me
If everything concludes, then I guess you were everything
Keep on forcing till we're twelve-foot deep
It devoured everything beneath,
scrubbed the surface till it was godlike clean
Ring of salt ward off the coven
You spend half your life chasing these dreams
It's only equal to time spent grinding your teeth
I've asked winter to leave
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Lobr
03:39
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Vacuum up some spider's web, maybe I could take a life too
Mine or theirs, it's irrelevant. Vacuum up some spider's web
And from this dream, you can not wake
For they speak the nightmare speak too
For each life lesson learned from death,
just vacuum up some spider's web.
I'll course correct my true intent
and pray that love was just a typo and you were not yourself
See, outside of you there is a frame,
encased there within a list of lies, and lies, and lies.
And just one more flame, its embers sweet and ever glowing
Oh, morals, don't you ever turn on me again
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5. |
Finality in Couches
02:54
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And so I'll chase this all away, the thought to end this day
You'll take the sheets off of your bed,
wash out the sweat & stench of our romantic death
Exaggerated faces, trial separation
The view from down here is better than it's ever been
Imaginary need, how lucky are we? How lucky am I?
Oh, to give so much, half of which would surely rot
But you just keep talking, you're mumbling about forever
And so I'll chase this all away, the thought to end this day
While my heart was screaming 'yes',
tongue & teeth muttered 'maybe' nonetheless
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Castle without a moat, you've been compromised
It suits you just fine, and it serves me fucking right
You'll be eaten alive cause this world's not so polite
Yeah, you'll serve them just fine, that hunger won't be satisfied
Castle without a moat, couldn't we just compromise?
There's still salt to mine, but that hope has been eaten alive
And you'll be buried in time, because this world's not so polite
Yeah, you'll serve them just fine, their hunger won't be satisfied
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7. |
One More Sleep
01:03
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John the Baptist
03:56
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Do suicides still go to hell?
Hey, Mike, does your band still play?
See, I can't wrap my head around you wrapping yours up
See, I'm drowning these thoughts back to sleep
We were kids, we were growing up, running around the backyard
You the one with the heavy heart, me the know nothing at all
We were kids, no harm in growing up, runnin' round the backyard
You, the one with the heavy heart, now you feel no pain at all
As above, so below
Handfuls of hollow earth
See, I can't wrap my head around you wrapping yours up
See, I can't get your feet back on the ground
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