1. |
The Big Nothing
04:13
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Leave nothing behind,
All life is a gift,
Taken for granted,
I was born bored stiff.
What didn't kill me only made me try harder,
Desire tore through me like a forest fire,
My moral compass is all bent out of shape,
Only the devil would show me the way.
Big. Nothing.
No voice will speak my tomes,
No priest will bless my bones.
And if all the world is a slave then all hail, to the new magistrates,
Well I've sipped pennyroyal tea with Adam and Eve,
Even dined with kings and Queens.
Mortality hit me like a tonne of brick,
Place coins on my eyelids so I can cross the sticks.
I pissed my fortunes away in back alleyways,
I had the appetite of waifs and strays.
Big. Nothing.
No voice will speak my tomes,
No priest will bless my bones.
And if all the world is a slave then all hail, to the new magistrates,
Well I've sipped pennyroyal tea with Adam and Eve,
Even dined with kings and Queens.
If you are all the lambs of god...
Then I am the eternal wolf.
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2. |
Grin And Bear It
03:01
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I can see we're gonna have a problem here,
You see right through me with that thousand yard stare,
Speak up, speak up it's hard to hear,
when you're speaking through clenched fists.
Oh how it feels, to have fallen from grace,
But she never really loved me anyway.
Trophy scars have more than proved their worth,
Thank you, sweet concubine.
And it's hard to stay tied down,
When you're champing at the anchor line.
Oh how it feels, to have fallen from grace,
But that bitch never loved me anyway.
Trophy scars have more than proved their worth,
Thank you, sweet concubine.
And it's hard to stay tied down,
When you're champing at the anchor line.
I can see we're gonna have a problem here.
Hey! Maniac! Manipulate me!
If lying is your finest art, then just try to tear us apart.
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3. |
Vultures
03:17
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If I told you the things I've done,
Lord knows you'd bite your tongue.
Just let me drown for now.
If I told you the things I've done,
We might start having fun.
Just let me drown for now.
Out of sight, out of mind.
You can't make waves without changing the tide.
We'll rot from the inside out.
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4. |
Uncomfortably Numb
03:06
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A stopped clock's right twice a day,
I wish I felt the same.
We charm the paint from the walls,
With opinions, worth their weight in gold.
We carelessly, throw caution to the wind,
What I would give, just to feel anything.
Some night's I can't sleep, but when I do,
It's a re-occurring nightmare of me and you.
We carelessly, throw caution to the wind,
What I would give, just to feel anything.
When they found me I was swimming in a lake of fire,
With my fingers raised to the sky.
We carelessly, throw ourselves to the wind,
What I would give, just to feel a fucking thing.
Self destruction's all I know.
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5. |
Hindsight
02:47
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Here we go again, another song of reminiscence.
Glory to the halcyon days, remembering the old names.
Don't let your past define you,
Try your hand at something new.
Same old faces,
Same old places.
It's so unlikely,
'cos hindsight is a hell of a thing.
Visitors in the night, favourite ghosts of past mistakes,
Chalk me up in torment, I'm just a blank slate.
Don't let your past define you,
Try your hand at something new.
Same old faces,
Same old places.
It's so unlikely,
'cos hindsight is a hell of a thing.
Same old faces,
Same old places.
It's so unlikely,
'cos I heard that hindsight is a son of a bitch.
Time spent, digging up old graves,
Pissing in the ashes of old flames.
Tear open, a healed scar,
A painful reminder of who you were.
Well I hear hindsight is a hell of a thing.
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6. |
In Your Name
03:34
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I've been biding my time for far too long,
Keep my forked tongue behind my crooked teeth,
As I throw another coin in the fountain of disbelief.
You deny yourself a chance to be one of the hive,
There is no fortunes that favour the brave.
As the sun beats down, we burn our backs,
Searching for someone else's shadow to hide in.
Put me in a shallow grave,
So no-one remembers my name.
You deny yourself a chance to be one of the hive,
There is no fortunes that favour the brave.
Bury me face down,
So I can stare the Devil in the eyes,
When I arrive.
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7. |
Down Not Out
03:34
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I feel like the spring's been stolen from my step.
Lightning never strikes the same place twice,
But I've been lovestruck one too many times,
Well I guess third time's a charm.
Give me some time,
Forgive me sometimes,
There's still some life left,
We're not dead yet.
Fuck dragons I'm chasing a white whale.
A glimpse of hope without promise.
I wanna lay on greener grasses,
Un-obscured by a rose tinted view.
Put me down.
Stop the press, there's still a three legged horse in this race,
But this mare's in a sad and sorry state.
Give me some time,
Forgive me sometimes,
There's still some life left,
We're not dead yet.
Fuck dragons I'm chasing a white whale.
A glimpse of hope, without promise.
I wanna lay on greener grasses,
Un-obscured by a rose tinted view.
Put me down.
I wanna lay on greener grasses.
Just put me out to pasture.
Just me out to pasture,
(Just put me out)
I'm done.
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