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Masochist
04:43
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I open up and I revert.
Point to the song and show where it hurts;
They say it’s wrong to want the worst
News first.
I held on too long to the urge.
I saw her across the room, and she turned:
“I’ll take you home but I'll take you down first.”
I had her beat me beyond any words.
I am standing inside the body I burned,
Wondering when I’ll learn.
Thinking,
“The damage can make it work.”
I look for you in everything I love
In everyone I touch.
With empty wounds that never add up.
And surrender myself.
When you burn it’s hard to tell;
She only wanted me when there was no one else.
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Propaganda
03:36
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Another stranger was shot today
No one cares wen they're far away
Guerilla war with blinded rage
Figurehead smiles and still gets paid
Figurehead pays and always gets laid
The camera rolls, the pretend to pray
The deaf and blind and dumb obey
The tv tells me what to think and say
All talk and even more play
Broadcasting the tongue-in-cheek
The babbling, backhanded press release
Trigger happy; we keep the peace
By bombing them in their fucking sleep
Blood on your hands, soon a foot in your teeth
The walls you build, the hate you preach
Another child died in the streets
Justified by the commander-in-chief
We will remember you by the grace of a tweet
And as a child who came off his leash
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Standing At The Edge
04:36
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I was standing at the edge after I last saw you,
After I waited in vain for goodbye.
And in trying to bury the shards of our dream,
The more I have seemed to die.
I was standing at the edge after I last saw you,
Sick with nostalgia, thieved of speech.
For when your hand caught mine, and I caught the eye of
Someone just out of reach.
I was standing at the edge after I last saw you,
To descend in utter release.
Martyring remembrance, the familiar insomnia,
And an aloneness without cease.
...
In another life;
Someday, in another dream.
Dear friend, she said--
Dearest friend.
But more dear you were to me.
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Temptress
04:42
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Your body a temple I dishonor
Freedom the blessing I offer
Snakes manifested but I didn't bother
Fearing sin any longer
I could die happy lying with you
The anthem exalts the view
Fire baptizes the used
The eternal life I lose
I don't care about people anymore
I've outgrow the lily white I wore
"Say your name," I ask what for?
Does the holy forgive the whore?
I could die happy lying with you
The anthem exalts the view
Fire baptizes the used
The eternal life I lose
You are at the gate and you ring
I've turned you into a scandalous thing
Show me what you thought to bring
The nights lived on a string
There are no more words left to say or sing
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Passenger
04:00
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I am an impostor.
There was a person inside
Who felt my eyes,
And told me I wouldn’t make it back alive.
I am ineffective.
The autumn came through like
Trains passing underground.
I am late to the present;
I am late to the waking;
I am late to the person I was becoming
Before I knew I was waiting.
I am late to understanding what it takes
To love something you so long have hated.
I am outside looking in from a window
At myself like a stranger.
Who am I and what have I done?
Who am I and what would I become?
Without the knife and the night that came
Like a train
That I watched pass as I stood at the gate?
I am estranged.
You can’t love me because I'll never do the same.
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Weaponize
03:42
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The propaganda was blaring today
The tv is the direction in which we pray
The captive audience kneels to obey
They look and talk and think the same
The bad news is that the news is fake
Sensationalist and unawake
The backfire will be military grade
The machine turns, and I forsake
The pledge to bend before I break
Weaponize the fist you make
Scrutinize the hand you shake
I will burn it down if they mistake
Me for some flint and not a flame
So then burn me at the stake
To want to know is to become the snake
Beat me down to try and sway
I was going to burn it anyway
I am the sheep, I am the slave
Burt with great thought, I have broken my chains
The forbidden fruit reigns
The kingdom falls ablaze
Civil war, the unite state
Of being blinded by lies and hate
Fuck the system, fight for your sake
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Immortality
05:42
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Rock died with a needle in its vein
With a pistol in the hand of Kurt Cobain
With a love song about cocaine
With the high you couldn't sustain
Rehab, the wax and the wane
Busted flat, waiting on a train
Freedom's just another word for when you can't refrain
Chase the rabbit and wear the chain
Singing when I die, I think it will rain
Drowning in a bottle that makes you smaller
Rock died with a song about the pain
The voice went out like a glorious flame
With a mouth still full of propane
Kiss the sky, no goodbye, no one came
She died drinking up the blame
Back to black was all the same
Washed in the blood of the fame
The sun was black with disdain
I was in the garden when I heard your name
Drowning in a bottle that makes you smaller
Who do you go to for help
When all your heroes have killed themselves?
When the happiness never held?
When the happiness never held
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Hesitation Marks
04:25
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She caught me trying to fill the empty bed,
With empty people that I never kept.
The compromise that was left unsaid,
The quiet that struck when they left.
She said the hate was in my head.
I put the knife back into the wound from before;
She couldn’t touch me there anymore.
I watched her collect her things—
Waver at the door;
I didn’t have to ask what for.
I told her she could leave her keys
In the door when she left.
I told her promises were never meant to be kept.
That we were makeshift together at best.
I told her she could wring out all of the nights when she slept,
In my arms as I wept—
I drove into my skin until everything bled.
I haven’t amounted to anything yet.
I am damaged beyond what anyone can see;
She said that she can only blame me
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Thief
02:26
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Hurt me
Open wide, the eyes that abide
The fear will subside
I am running while time always flies
Hate me
The tongue tied
The blade comes down
I close my mouth
To scar aloud
Another thief came into town
--
In a car with nowhere to go
In a bed with nothing to owe
But another wound to show
Alive; afraid to say no
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Paradox
04:22
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I went off into the night again;
No one forgives me when I have sinned.
I am a paradox
Leading
The blind to believing.
They found me
Screaming
About the violent feeling.
The voice fell off like a spirit leaving;
The ash
Seeps out of my being.
Tell me something wild you did;
Tell me something you’d never miss,
If you and I weren’t caught up in this.
I was wrong to ever assume;
The darkness seduces as it bleeds through,
The stitch, the resurrected wound.
I opened up again and bled;
“Carry on,” is what they said.
I hold the gun against my head.
Tell me something wild you did;
Tell me something you’d never miss,
If you and I weren’t caught up in this.
If I could I'd do it all again.
I call out to no one again tonight,
I was wrong to ever get it right.
“Drown it out,” said the voice inside.
I don’t care anything about being alive.
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Drug Seeker
03:44
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My home is filled with the sound
Of bridges burning down
The edges that surround
The relief I never found
I was burning to the ground
And I sat there looking out
There’s nothing left here now
One pill, you can’t stay the night
Two pills, I can’t stand the sight
Three pills, I made it alive
Four pills, I became the lie
Five pills, they don’t ask why
Six pills, remove the knife
Who are they, and who am I?
I hate to ask because I hate to fight
I’ve learned the enemy is inside
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Antipsychotic
04:07
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I am god and this is my throne;
I am the heretic throwing the stone.
Swinging at the only voice I've known.
There are people after me as I lie alone.
I feel fine; I feel unwell.
How many pills to fix me from the pills themselves?
Chalk white tongue, stuck in throat,
The sleep is what I hate the most,
To wake without the glorious jolt.
I am two, never less or anywhere close.
I am a cycler, a fighter, the doctors boast.
I have died and come back in a host.
I have died and come back in a host.
I feel fine; I feel unwell.
How many pills to fix me from the pills themselves?
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Inferno
03:34
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Ocean wide, wounded, the key to the cage;
The light opens up, then blacks out like the rage.
I go to hell and back the same day,
The trouble with all the hell I pay.
Wildfire catches; let it take me away.
I want to not be broken for once.
The past behind, the demons in front.
Always asking, "What's the mood of the month?"
She said I'm burning down to the touch;
They leave me as soon as they get the hunch.
I cried when I told you you were the one.
I wish the cycling was finally done;
The warning signs and the warmth of a gun.
When I can stand again, you know I run.
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Pyrophoria Atlanta, Georgia
The one woman band from Atlanta, Georgia.
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