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theres no make believe
no hidden trees
no living god
or something to aspire
theres no make believe
no empty seas
no burning hole of hell on dark on fire
i want to go there
i want to leave
i want to need this more than anything make believe
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Impulsivity
01:22
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soft outward touch
blind intervention to things that i dont understand
lost in the movement
lost in my mind
christ i dont know how or why
i do this all the time but i hear
one by one we kill them in the thousands
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you have lungs
i see you breathing
you have eyes im sure theyre looking down
so remind so are mine
you probably get this all the time
i dont need to know your name
there will be
some sort of disappointment, disappearing strangers
i dont need the shame
i dont regard myself that way
i dont know you all that well
i dont know what you are made of
and frankly i dont know if you have guts
i dont know why
why do i do this all the time
i swear youre different
i could talk to you
30 minutes on the stairs
selling mescaline
and trading thoughts and blood with strangers
i dont care
but ill meet you on the ground i swear
i dont write songs like this that much
maybe thatll tell you something about me
tell me something about you i dont care
tell me something i dont care what it is i dont care how it sounds
tell me something and maybe ill stick around
tell me something tell me something
and maybe we'll stick around
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Tarot River
03:04
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god am i wasting my time am i wasting my time
not everyone can be a lover and somehow survive
not everyone can be the person that people despise
not everyone can see the future while closing their eyes
i am young, im afraid, i am 15 years late i am done
bitter taste unkept shade, i am always awake i am one
so i say i am melting through the curtains
so i say i am better unburdened
so i say i would hate to be like you
what if that were true
and i can see land mines and i can see lightbulbs
and i can see trumpet case keys
and i can see cushions upon which im dying
caught comforting passion with grief
if you leave i wont
if you leave i wont
if you leave i wont
push it out of my face
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maybe when i die
i will walk with some intention
maybe when i die
ill speak with divine perfection
i will lift my arms above my head
i will fall below
i will lift my arms beneath my head
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so what can i do
can i search for ancient meaning
denouncing phantoms in my bed
misquoting coleridge in my head
repeat the catchphrase i am leaving
take the 12 to uptown station
punch my leg and close my eyes
force thoughtless grapes to tear and swell
pronounce my life a living hell
repeat the catchphrase i am bleeding
and justice to the empty jar
the weeping bard
the tarot card
and the incontinence
exaltation of the open sore
the wanting more
the missing door
and my torn inheritance
i could be starving
so what can i say
can i grant an endless whining
proposing echoes from my couch
you swear youve got me figured
and leave the room complex defying
take the pistol from the mattress
put 15 holes into the wall
each one remembers me a dancer
im not the one with fucking answers
some things cant be helped at all
and silence for the empty skull
the silent pull
the blood and wool and tombstones and collision
and pious i am leaving full
of catholic cull
the charging bull protects my recognition
im so scared of dying
and now i will sink cold air
the lake and the road
the candle and dice spinning hand
the infant i sold
and now i will sink cold air
descension corrode
the life of a fist making man
the evil i hold
and now i will sink cold air
the cane and the crutch
the power of drought proof plans
the fortunate touch
and now i will sink cold air
i dont mean to cry
i know that you needed my help
im too scared to try
and now i will sink cold air
(i was born in the cradle of empty rooms)
i crave something new
(i still cradle the hope ill be living with)
in garbage collecting my lives
(in the next 15 years tell me you'll be the same)
what am i to you
and now i will sink cold air
(i was born in the cradle of hopeless fights)
prepare for the fight
(i still fight for the power to be living at night)
my knuckles collapse when i hold
(and i crush with my hand every hope that i made)
my skin towards the light
and now i will sink cold air
the circle is small
i cant do this all by myself
i cant do this at all
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Exoneration
01:58
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king of the world
handsome and mean
how i saw him last night in a dream
15 reasons i cant fall asleep im fine
king of the world
king of my heart
how the alcohol tore him apart
15 cancers and each of them start with me
trash beget trash beget trash
built upon secrets and none of them last
built upon immigrants sick of their past
none of this works like it should
like my mother said that it would
8 years old in the graveyard
my father bows his head to me
"Your grandfather died when I was 10 years old
I had to learn what to be."
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Unconditional Narcissism
01:13
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dopamine bridge to your eyes
dopamine bridge to your mouth
dopamine bridge connect us and
count down the time before i realize
dopamine bridge you are a figment
dopamine bridge you are my mind
dopamine bridge no one will fight you
dopamine bridge you are alive
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Back for the 33rd Time
03:56
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maybe i
quiet and cunning project it all
what i describe as ephemeral
what i describe as my breath
maybe i
stupid and running neglect it all
what i describe as a miracle
what i describe as the rest
life underwhelming and lonely
i am doing all i can
when im not thinking about it
i will crush it with my hand
when im not thinking about it
i am sick and i am glad
lift your hatred unto paradise
i will stare in the eye
concept fire unto sacrifice
i will live and it will die
nothing will make me not want to be hidden
nothing will make me not want to be safe
nothing will make me not want to be wonderful
i am, im in fighting shape
pure reason on the clouded floor
pure reason on the shrine
what part of sacrifice do they not understand
nothing will
i have something
maybe i
realized it wasnt impersonal
wanted to die but im strong
maybe i
wanted to see what would happen next
wanted to let you conceal my neck
maybe ive never been wrong
life underwhelming and lonely
i am doing what i know
all of the bridges surround me
one is broke and one is cold
all of the answers protect me
i will be the last to go
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HOW
02:04
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it does stand to reason
that im thawing out my chest
and it does stand to reason
that my good is not my best
and im sick of the crushing
amount of broken minds
and understand
i am sick all the time
i am breathing
the same air that i have breathed before
and it tastes like the inside of my mouth
someone has to let me out of here
sweet release from broken plaster
i dont think that my death could come faster
nobody reads it all
its common sense
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Tyrkja Gudda
04:45
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down to the carpet
tear my eyelids
sicilian something
throw me a bowl of wasted time
rest on my shoulder
tried and tested
sicilian something
crush my larynx drought defined
i want to help you want to die
out of the way
you dont need any help to recover the cold
in this one
you dont need any help to recover the spirit theyve lost
i have found
in your gut i swear ill drown
leave me hear will you
please lead me to something so ive got something to do
like i found
how i knew to control all the eyes upon your shirt
around, sweat and unraveled
like i knew
i was supposed to find this funny
i am warm and you repeat the sound
pray for the snow and pray for the daughters
pray for the moon and pray for the sons
kidnapped and torn from their families
i cant forget what ive done
saint lucy will you bury me in istanbul
i can hear my children calling from their graves
saint lucy will you bury me in iceland
i would rather be a gambler than a slave
a little foresight
a little knowledge of this
would go a long way
a little foresight
a little knowledge of this
would go a long way
the fortune teller calls my name
are you stupid or insane
15 rounds into your brain wont help at all
down to the carpet
tear my eyelids
sicilian something
throw me a bowl of wasted time
ill wear your eyes if you wear mine
rest on my shoulder
sicilian something
crush my larynx drought defined
i want to help i want to die
saint lucy will you bury me in big fork
i crave a certain pleasure from your chest
saint lucy will you bury me in pipestone
i can smell the earth you never could have guessed
claveles y rosas
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i have enough people looking down on me
i have enough people thinking you are wrong
i have enough people thinking theres something wrong with me
i have enough people looking down on me
i tried so hard to be different when i was 16
i didnt think it would bite me like this
i tried so hard to be special when i was 16
i didnt think it would come true that it would be like this
ghost of each arm that i held in mine
ghost of each arm that i held in mine
ghost of each optimistic spirit of revitalized young man that had to die
ghost of each part of me that held another part of me
lifted up like beacons to the sky
i have enough of you
i have enough of you
catchers mitt and broken hammer on the ceiling
disco ball and broken chain
empty trash can water rusting out your insides
i cant feel like this again
i am covered in the water i can feel it
it is dripping down my neck and on my skin
you are smiling i am smiling
we are nodding at each other
i am sad and you are smiling are you happy
are you happy now?
are you happy now
im not but thats ok
i dont need that much right now
or ever anyway
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Scar on my Neck
03:26
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over and over
i touch the grain
staring at staring at
over and over
i fan the flame
stopping at stopping at
i stare at the night sky i feel ashamed
i stare at my face and i look the same
i look at my head and i have no sense of pain
where is everything i trust
(somebody help me out of here somebody help)
where is everyone i trust
(somebody help me out of here)
empty head and Cassius Clay
empty fist and broken strain
tightened rope and broken fray
scar on my neck
scar on my neck
i am ashamed
scar on my neck
scar on my neck
i see where
i dangled a hundred good years a way
i look at my face
and i see every aspect of everything that i hate
looking out
i feel ashamed
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oh stolen wine
you were here with me
you lost your mind
oh cardboard shield
when our fingers touched
it wasnt real
and I try
to hold my lantern high
i was scared of imposing a will
which id rather not try
oh hanging shade
i am scared of you
dont run away
oh fire alarm
will you stay with me
i meant no harm
i belong to the band
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i dont mind it
slouching tongue
and frostbit hands
on the dissolver
i dont mind it
crimson water
ice hot fever under my skin
and where is the feeling that you said you could make
every time that i open my mouth i make a mistake
every time that i open your pages i feel i might break
oh what have i done what have i done
the sensation of losing sensation is climbing my neck
oh i love my vegetables wrapped in benign disrespect
werent you supposed to be lovely
werent you supposed to be kind
you were supposed to be human but not all the time
i dont mind it
ancient gold
and the slight tremor i feel in your laugh
i dont mind it
empty rooms
filled with the day i was born and the day i will die and i
cant respect what i lose
and where is the garden
of untouchable yield
every time that i whisper your name i cant tell if its real
every night that i spend on the floor and cant help what i feel
oh what have i done what have i done
i dont mind it
mixed emotions
i am wanting it is fine
i dont mind it
gross intentions
the smile in the mirror
the contest is mine
and where is the vortex
and where is the pain
every time that i call out the answer i call it the same
every time that you summon the sickness its me that i blame
i know what ive done i know what ive done
i know what ive done
i know what ive done
i know what ive done
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Q-pup Minneapolis, Minnesota
Q-pup was Luke Roberts
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