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Lights are burning in my eyes
Sweat is dripping down my face
Shadows make a great disguise
For the people I can’t place
Cuz I’m one man short of a giant squid
‘Til someone says “you go get ‘em, kid”
Do it just to feel the thrill
Do it to replace the love
Do it like you wanna kill
Do it ‘til you get enough
I don’t think that day will ever come
So just do it now and have some fun
Open up the fucking pit
Smash the drums like Nazi heads
Throw everything into it
Forget you wish you were dead
Tell the world to do its fucking worst
You can’t pick me last if I go first
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2. |
Suicide is Tax Evasion
03:53
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I had a dream I was living somewhere that I had never seen
When I woke, there was something missing, I don’t know what that means
When you say that “to want is human,” is it not that for a beast?
What’s enough? Can I ever get it? What should I have at least?
Well, I don’t know
Cuz I’ve been in this frame of mind
And I am like this all the time
Should I just appreciate
Whatever little I can scrape?
Or am I right for wanting more?
Am I not worth what I can’t afford?
No, I will not accept that this
Is really all that there is
Even when love is all I have it will never fill the void
I don’t think there’s a god above and weed makes me paranoid
All my heroes died when they were the same age I am now
Does the size of a flame even matter if it will still burn out?
Well, I don’t know
Cuz I’ve been in this frame of mind
And I am like this all the time
Should I just appreciate
Whatever little I can scrape?
Or am I right for wanting more?
Am I not worth what I can’t afford?
No, I will not accept that this
Is really all that there is
Cuz I’ve been in this frame of mind
And I am like this all the time
Should I just appreciate
Whatever little I can scrape?
Or am I right for wanting more?
Am I not worth what I can’t afford?
No, I will not accept that this
Is really all that there is
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3. |
Raspberry
06:00
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Hey there, I don't think I've seen you here before
I don't really come to these things anymore
Hey, I like your t-shirt, tell me where'd you get it?
Oh yeah, and what's your name? I'll never forget it
Raspberry lip gloss, I just want a taste
Talking to you's a chance too good to waste
I'm so glad I wandered back into this place
Always good to meet another friendly face
I'm gonna need another drink
Cuz I can't tell what you think
There's still something I need to know
So I'll just ask
Do you wanna go?
You look like you wanna go
Do you wanna go?
You look like you wanna go
Hey baby, don't worry, we'll just make an appearance
I don't like it either, I just need the clearance
Here are all of my friends I ain't seen in a while
They just wanna see us, please just try to smile
Raspberry vodka, I can't even take it
How'd we used to do this? I don't wanna fake it
The party's getting crowded, the night is getting colder
Are we growing up or are we just getting older?
I really don't want another drink
And I can read what you think
We have a warm bed at home
So I'll just ask
Do you wanna go?
You look like you wanna go
Do you wanna go?
You look like you wanna go
Do you wanna go?
You look like you wanna go
Do you wanna go?
You look like you wanna go
Hey baby, I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean it
I'm just stressing out here, you know you have seen it
Why's your engine running? Why'd you pack your bags?
Why's that cigarette look like your final drag?
Raspberry perfume trails you out the door
Maybe you did mean it, you can't take anymore
One look back right at me, you want me to beg you
But all I can do is ask
Do you wanna go?
You look like you wanna go
Do you wanna go?
You look like you wanna...
Go
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4. |
Deepest, Darkest
04:02
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I thought I had everything that I could need
Then I went and gave it up for the only thing that
Took the pain away
Now it’s brought a whole new pain to stay
I’m gonna die alone
Unloved
Unwell
Above
Waiting for Hell
To take
My soul
Or what
Is left in the hole
My wife
My son
My life
Everything’s gone
Except
The pills
Keep me numb
I won’t let you see that I’m not in control
Then I’ll wonder where you are
Bury me with every choice I’ve made
Dying is not what makes me afraid
I’m gonna die alone
Unloved
Unwell
Above
Waiting for Hell
To take
My soul
Or what
Is left in the hole
My wife
My son
My life
Everything’s gone
Except
The pills
Keep me numb
Deepest, darkest
Feeling farthest
From myself
I’m haunted
‘Til I die
Deepest, darkest
Feeling farthest
From myself
I’m haunted
‘Til I die
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5. |
Fire on the Tracks
05:29
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One of these days I’ll be holding up your commute
You’ll get annoyed cuz you’re late for work or school
They’ll clear the way and the whole city will carry on
All except a boy and the girl that he proved wrong
There’s a future stuck in my brain like I’m seeing a photograph
And I feel like running away, but only if I make it back
Cuz I promised you I would stay, but it’s so hard to stick to that
I’m afraid there will be a day you hear of fire on the tracks
I really meant everything I promised to you
But I am not alone in everything I say and do
When it comes again it gets stronger every time
And when it’s grown it kills me so it can survive
There’s a future stuck in my brain like I’m seeing a photograph
And I feel like running away, but only if I make it back
Cuz I promised you I would stay, but it’s so hard to stick to that
I’m afraid there will be a day you hear of fire on the tracks
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