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Pitch
02:42
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Won’t be long
Fuck a theme song
I go on
Chasing my tail making bail
You weren’t wrong
I don’t belong
I hate the dawn
When the blackness is gone
I once was a Queen set upon
Not like a pawn
A card drawn
Yawn
2 am again the girl is gone
Out of bed drawn
But mislead
Sitting on the lawn
Come along
In life, her sentence Is a run-on
Dark as pitch
Few dead in a ditch
Worth another stitch
Flick the switch
Out
Burn this bitch
I write songs to let them free
Otherwise they devour me, a girl with a plea, flee, skinned knee, no I in we, no sight to see
When time comes I’ll be back in one piece
This will cease
There will be release
Broken glass centerpiece
Glock in hand but keeper of peace
I do not own these streets
Asphalt, there’s a crease
In me where I sat knowing history repeats
It sleets
I pulled out my receipts
Time fleets and beats
You
When you’re the one
Who retreats
Dark as pitch
Few dead in a ditch
Worth another stitch
Flick the switch
Out
Burn this bitch
My mind is dark like a seabed
A light comes on in my head
Dark horse dark course no remorse brute force
Longshot in the dark lead
In a jacket went through he’s dead
Not a shred
Of emotions
Blank instead
Leave everyone in the dark for what I said
Dark days are not just ahead
I’m at the tail end
of being derailed, or the ship had sailed and my coffin nailed
What’s left to defend
I’m losing my only friend
My life depends
On where and when
I don’t know where I begin
Or end
It’s dark again
I’m going back to where I’ve been
I fucking hate myself
If I could just die
No lie
no one would even ask why
Time passes by and I cry
I live in a cave and all day I save the best for come what May and invest in a life where I’d like to stay but not today
No fuck this shit
LongShot wants to spit
Because the words won’t quit
Who or what to commit
That is it
That is all folks
I hope the crowd chokes
She sits down and smokes
Dark as pitch
Few dead in a ditch
Worth another stitch
Flick the switch
Out
Burn this bitch
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2. |
BlackSheep
02:21
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Black Sheep
Mind the teeth
The pitch black in me you wouldn’t keep
A back hearted Queen down deep
I weep
Uphill is steep
Talk is cheap
You get what you reap if you count it to sleep
Sow yourself in the ground
In a dream aloud
Love won’t abound
You get kicked down
An outcast all around
Was I found
Bring the hound
I was born and raised in the south
They didn’t like my mouth
For days I went without an ounce
of sleep in the old house
For my screams and the bad dreams
The light cut out
Counting black sheep and thunder clouds
I am a villain misunderstood
The Wolf came and left with a hood
How do you know if you’re good
High above me in the sky, a redwood stood
Because it could
I am something you cannot tame
Shears for shame, who to blame, I’m not the same as in the frame, I flame, I reclaim, no name, they came,
Child’s play or over game
I’m insane, you’re the bane, wax and wane, the cracks and rain, all blacks and pain, in vain, I feign, to unchain, myself like it does not contain, a wound’s cellophane
I jump the train
Please refrain, from plain disdain
Hate me like you were inhumane
Scape goat more like sheep in exile
Hate me until you forget after while
I pick up the phone but I don’t dial
I went astray like it was ok to be wild
Shepard looked at me but not to smile
I didn’t get a trial
I am a sore thumb but numb, they are struck dumb, out I come, with an outcome, alone I hear the hum of silence like my drum, the girl that came from some sort of slum, the girl with a handgun who could outrun, was not done, in fact
She won
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3. |
Badlands
02:56
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4. |
Cellophane
02:32
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Roll me back up
Cellophane for the wound
Styrofoam cup
Sugar spooned
Plastic plate
And kitchen knife
It’s a date
I am a housewife
In this life
Sylvia Plath strife
Jumpsuit pinstriped
I’m an exhaust pipe
Every fake fruit unripe
Silicon prototype
This can’t be right, midnight, a shipwright, a building site, please send me out like a satellite
Back in hell
I can tell
Full metal shell
Sound the alarm bell
Where they can’t hear me yell
Tissue paper for the blood
Raincoat for the flood
Drag me through the mud
Fake flower bud
I laugh because you shrug
I am a heinous drug
Come unplugged
You fit like a yellow rubber glove
Easily disposed of
After I scrubbed
Whatever you rubbed
Off on the Queen you snubbed
I dubbed
You a toe I stubbed
Back in hell
I can tell
Full metal shell
Sound the alarm bell
Where they can’t hear me yell
I went back home
A soup of stone
Alone
See-through; the wound has shown
Who would’ve known
Somehow I am grown
I answer a phone
They talk after the tone
What are words when they’re just thrown
Taped up the tires that were blown
Reset my broken bone
Nothing is real anymore
I don’t feel there is a door
And if so what for
Once I was a whore
Had her on the floor
Sat her in the bathtub and swore
I wouldn’t fall for
The voice is not real I had to ignore and pour the folklore off shore
A war to end war
Shipwright from before
Was not real just the rain in store
Back in hell
I can tell
Full metal shell
Sound the alarm bell
Where they can’t hear me yell
Let’s give this a wrap
I cap, at lap number chit chat, bubble rap, went flat, cover me in that, a staged kidnap, beauty untapped, I do not adapt, in waters unmapped, I snapped, house of wax, I’m a tax, blue for blacks, see-through wound doomed, fumed like smokestacks, I am a parallax, neither here nor there nor theres and backs, cover my tracks, cement the cracks,
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5. |
House
03:18
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What did you do to me
I am not home free, but I broke free, roam free, you don’t know me, alone see
Ruin me, you and me, ambiguity to a tee, too hungry
Four years what for
At war, that back door whore, trap not enough for, here nor, therefore
This house is no home
Go home, I drove, I wrote, no hope
Nothing good came from this house
Is this how is this out, I miscount, my own amount
I cannot look to see who’s there
Shut the windows I do not care
Not who it’s where
I got lost in a stare
I moved again back to square one
Everything already packed up; already begun
I just picked up and closed shut
My baggage weighs a ton
This house is no good for anyone
Gonna drink himself to death and be done
Like father like son
One bullet one gun
The house before was my own
I called it home
I had sewn
Parts of me into its stone
The trees were all grown
I roamed
Until life was postponed
Where am I supposed to go
I am grown you know
Do show what you owe
I have nothing to reap for the sow
This house dark; a shadow
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6. |
Sound Mind
02:08
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These people outside
Watch me; the downside
No sound mind
Haven’t found mine
Sound? More like out blind
Can’t hear when it’s bout time
Brown eyed
Who lied
I watch them back with a knife
On my kitchen counter, this life
Is made of strife and I can’t hide
But it’s fine
I saw red til I went blind
Then tried
To find
Something i left behind
It turns out it was me myself and I
All three don’t understand why
This was planned by
Those people who stand by
My life a lie
The dream ran dry
I sit on the counter and cry
The light went out near my door
Not the back for the hands tied whore
Blackness but why more
Am I supposed to provide for
Is this what I die for
The thief in the night washed ashore
The voice came in time
She walked a thin line
Then came the rip tide
Which type
Stick tight
This kind
That takes the in mind
And outs and leaves you behind
Like you’ve died
Got to know her in stride
Not kind
An odd find
Spoke like a hotline
Ruined the plot line
This is not mine
The clock chimed
But it was not time
To fall back in line
Stopped at a sign
She said drive
Better if I died
Jump you are confined
I declined
Sound in my head fine
But not a sound mind
People don’t like this you know
What do I have to show
I am ok now; they don’t assume so
I am a person shoved down below
How do I grow
I am an ocean wide status quo
They don’t care though
I am feared everywhere I go
I’m just a puppet in a show
They said the end and I said no
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7. |
Butterfly
03:28
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8. |
Mockingbird
03:29
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9. |
Rusty
03:04
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Don’t remember the last time I had a crush
I live life in a rush
Like I ain’t got no hair to brush
I’m a public toilet you can’t flush
I’m like standing a on a bus
Brake and I go airborne with a thrust
I’m like doing angel dust
And walking into a suntrust
I think therefore it is thus
Nothing left to discuss
Ladies must think I’m a must
I’m covered head to toe in rust
She looks at me and I blush
She’s got a girlfriend though
I know
Where do I go
Where do I go
No I don’t shave anymore
What the fuck for
I wear my clothes from off the floor
Some girl's thong is in my drawer
Anciently a whore
Makeup in a Kroger bag that tore
Sephora will fuck you right in store
Can’t find that shit but I don’t want more
Acne I just ignore
Then I just walk out the door
She’s got a girlfriend though
I know
Where do I go
Where do I go
Today I’m brand-new
Today I used shampoo
I had lots of shit to go through
I found my lipstick, a lone shoe
I plucked until my eyebrows became two
Today I see the girl with the palm tattoo
She works at the shop I always go to
I have a crush on her, wouldn’t you
I’m single and I'm due
Girls don’t want to have fun
They want gay sex hun
You weren’t expecting that one
I want to come undone
And let someone in and run
Wild with me some
That sounds gay and it’s coming from scum
But I have a lot of songs to strum
A lot of words to hum
So I decided I was dumb
For letting myself go numb
Never lonely, like life was humdrum
Didn’t know where I was coming from
I just lived like it was fine in a slum
So rule of thumb
Go become
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10. |
Ave
02:40
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Some people don’t play nice
Awake nights
Fell from great heights
Fell in love at a price
Broken headlights
Blacks and whites
Saw the sights, the black ice, ran from searchlights, shot in gunfights, hindsight don’t suffice
Roll the dice,
Of three I am beaten twice
What’s your price
I’m a sacrifice
I’m an explosion device
I would kill a man if I could
Shoot him where he stood
Glock and a red hood
I am a villain misunderstood
I wish a fucker would
I am driftwood
I wanted to be a redwood
This is not my neighborhood
I grew up good
I grew up underfoot
Don’t know where I put
The matchbook
The storybook
For the soot
One look they took me off the hook and shook
me
Til I fought free
Woe is me
I turned out to be
Washed ashore and not a tree
No guarantee that you’ll see across the sea or find the key to free an apology
You burn to the third degree
I once knew a man who made me bleed
I followed the lead
Speed is not what I need when I have nowhere to go when freed
I’m in a cave and won’t concede
I am a poppy seed
Somniferum that I overfeed
Jamestown weed
I can’t proceed
I am aggrieved
Everyone leave
I no longer believe
I never pray
But let this be the day
I sing from a hideout far away
I cannot stay
I cannot say
Where I’ve been
Where and when
What I’ve done
To have to run
I sing to no one
One bullet one gun
One bullet one gun
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11. |
Ave Maria
01:05
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