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It sounds like they want to come in
It's different than it was before
I hear they do a convincing harmless grin
I'm still reading up on the lore
There is no apology for ingress
It isn't progress if you know what it's for
Every cat is sipping milk
Every cat's asleep on the floor
Do you sound like you want to get out
Are you worse than you were before
Do you think anyone is buying it
Are you a demon or just a bore
If every exit is an entrance
You can never really get out
If every instinct is learned
You can never really be loved
There is no reason to keep going
There is no reason to stop anymore
There's only one way out of here
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It was not at all the best of seasons
Numbers were not numbers anymore
Alone was the same as all together
One was equals four
What keeps the muscle bound to the bone
Black telepathy, not destiny
Admit it to the forest that you've blown the whole thing for us
Bury all the poets
Bury all the kings
Bury all the useless, pretty things
Nails in the places where we want them
But that's no good
Baffled brother's paper 'til he fell back wood
We found fire in the mouth of a beautiful pout
Kept our secrets at sea 'til the sharks cast them out
Every day is fucking hilarious
Would've looked you in the eye
But I was too embarrassed
Bury all the poets
Bury all the kings
Bury all the useless, pretty things
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Vessel of Obsession
04:46
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I saw myself hammer at myself
I saw myself hammer at myself
I lost the lock to my key
But I don't worry for it
Hid my death in an egg
But now I can't recall it
I wore a mask made of mirrors
But this isn't love
Most people aren't smart enough to have bad dreams
You need a knot in your stomach
To glimpse the faces through the seams
Black waves coming for me
I see the end
Black waves coming for me
I see the end
I saw myself hammer at myself
I saw myself hammer at myself
I lost the lock to my key
But I don't worry for it
Hid my death in an egg
But now I can't recall it
Vessel of obsession
I split you open to feast on the gold inside
Together we will never die
Black waves coming for me
I see the end
Black waves coming for me
I see the end
I pray the lord my soul to keep
The wolves are hungry, the wolves they weep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
The wolves are hungry, the wolves they weep
This isn't me, this isn't me, this isn't me
This isn't me, this isn't me, this isn't me
I saw myself hammer at myself
I saw myself hammer at myself
I lost the lock to my key
But I don't worry for it
Hid my death in an egg
But now I can't recall it
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At What Cost The Night?
05:36
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Whomever's aspect you believe
There are only three things to conceive
There is no you
There is no me
The only impetus: conceive, conceive, conceive
Whichever dreamy little hell
You lost the hand of when you fell
There is no them
And no one knows
Nothing works the same in the hollow of the well
At what cost the night
At what cost the life
The knives behind your back
The pennies on your eyes
When you die, you'll stay dead
With no one to catch your hand, it's true
There's no ungetting loss
And death is the boss
And everything you've had was left you by the devil
At what cost the night
At what cost the life
The knives behind your back
The pennies on your eyes
And everything you've had was left you by the devil
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I buried myself alive today
I didn't care who saw
The heat death of the universe
Is where all anxiety comes from
Prepare yourself, or don't
The fear is going to find you
Clean yourself, or don't
The sun is going to end you
I buried myself alive today
Because I don't care what comes next
I killed the fire in my heart today
Because no one loves what comes next
Prepare yourself, or don't
The fear is going to find you
Clean yourself, or don't
The sun is going to end you
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6. |
Well Pusher
04:33
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I'm harder than the backhanded slap of time
I can't swim but I can drown just fine
I can't see but I still got caught looking
Life is just death's photography
I'm a well pusher
I'm a pincushion
I'm broken, take my things and leave me behind
I'm falling through the stained glass cracks of my mind
I can't breathe but I can not stop screaming
Life is just death's pornography
I'm a well pusher
I'm a pin cushion
The old maps say here be dragons
The new maps say no such thing
The old maps say here be dragons
The new maps say tectonic plates
Every dream I have says stop being me
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When your life has lost all meaning
When the wine has lost its taste
When you're not sure if you're a human being
When you don't recognize your face
I'll have a gift for you
I'll be the only
The only one that knew
When your soul's snuffed out like a candle
When the room finally goes black
When your lovers
They have all left you
And they're never ever coming back
The candy made from night time
It holds your breath for you
It betrays the evil sweetness
In your secret adult tooth
The candy made from night time
It holds your breath for you
The candy made from night time
Well, it is or isn't you
My best death was the one that nobody saw
And I don't want to say I'm scared
But I keep hearing an alarm
I can't find rest from the school for the deaf
That beats beneath my chest
I am alarmed
My best guess is the face that I can't take off
Every person is a picture
I can't tell what it's of
I can't find rest in the cinders I have left
That burn beneath my chest
I am alarmed
The candy made from night time
It holds your breath for you
It betrays the evil sweetness
In your secret adult tooth
The candy made from night time
It holds your breath for you
The candy made from night time
Well, it is or isn't you
To hell, it seems, I'd wager
To hell, it seems, at last
To hell, for keeps, oh wait, but I-
To hell, it seems, at last
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It sounds like they want to get out
It's different than it was before
I hear you call from somewhere else
I'm still searching for what I am searching for
In the moonlight
The shadow part of life
The cosmic rubble of our voice
The wishing something, maybe
The half-hearted lurk
Hell is doors and hallways
There is no reason to keep going
There is no reason to stop anymore
However much we really are
Could not count the cost
It's immoral to want anything
Be glad to disembark
There's only one way out of here
I'm going through the door.
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