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Domino
03:25
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You watched it surrender
The evenings awry
There’s no where to turn to
But I’ll be by your side
I always lied
I brushed it aside
There’s reason we capture
Our peculiar eye
And so we’re dying with it
Our dusted memories of lint
Still came the rain
It whispered a change
Straut like your armor in a monumental way
And seep this in culture
Your name disguised as a saint
Ashes take place of me in no particular way
Right at the bottom
Beneath the case
There stood an angel
Flaunting his grace
Most of what was said
Was an otherworldly blur
Sometimes your winnings
Just leave you on the floor x2
And so we’re dying with it
Our busted memories of piss
Crawling as we ache
My hands will create a master pigeon
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2. |
Arcana
03:38
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Though it somehow escaped my mind
I'm welcomed with your arms
An embrace like fire
Measured by belief
Stupid I can hear you
Crying in the street
Fiends of the hour
Times you were born
These dreams of mine
I've been swallowed in time
Collecting your change
Bare hand
Maybe this coat will cover us both in the brash thunder
A careful manger with apps and feed
Bottles of beer shoot at the world
Carefully placed on the edge
Aiming till they spill
These dreams of mine
I've been swallowed in time
Collecting your change
Bare hand
They're gonna have to lay me down
I'm fermented with an open saw gash
Swallowing every last omen
No one to hold my childish cries
They look like your sweaty tears
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3. |
Red Needle
02:27
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I get rum from the local market
Ready and wrapped for me
It’s not an illegal substance
And how could it be?
Impressionable kid
Oooo
Oooo
I wanna talk to you
I wanna show you a thing or two
Enigmatic euphoria
With no impression of what you say to me
I’m left with an enamored scent
Just like the one before
I’ve never done this before
BRIDGE:
One more trial
You’ll be in my arms
Or at the tempted face of my god
Every shadow my body leaves me
I’m permanently at rest
Wish I could hold your memory
Right on my chest
Without there being an exit for the enterprise
I’m the impressionable kid
I run till the curtain lifts
Way down keep it within distance
There’s always enough for me
And for you that’s what’s left
For you that's what's left
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4. |
The Follies
05:54
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In the future you’ll have no luck
I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve lost
These greedy moments of lust
Betrayed with no moment of rest
Took you an hour to leave my mind
Loved you in the morning
I loved myself at night
The pillows burning like a sleepy golden storm
When our children go to sleep
I’ll remember their faces as you described them to me
Sent you a sonnet
I wrote it in ghost
The message was plain to see
It never left my mind
When I seen you walking down the street
Aim it back
Stomp your wake,
I never thought we’d meet
I think I've said this before
In the future you'll have no luck
You don't know what it feels like
You're running for the door
And you could've killed me
Right on the bed
I'm waiting for the end
Waiting till I can't breathe anymore
I felt that feeling before you were born
I'm not trying anymore
I'm not trying anymore
I'm right here
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5. |
Ratcatcher
02:40
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Wasted time
A solemn shade
Without much said
We interphase
Our love works harder than our own fate
The diamonds resent a lost reign
Our arms embrace another world
Straight and stoic
I crawl and fail
I walk beneath
All the betrayal
Dire and lone
Can't hold on to anything
Can't forget what it brings
I'm riddling with all this pain
But you don't know
We all must walk
The child in you will always watch
Be one
Sometimes it'll only be our own
The page is turned, we must move on
The rest will always be in hand
Your funeral is my trial
The lightning struck at least twice
We're aiming for a better stride
You'll always rest darling on this time
They'll never be a better side
You'll walk once more
You're still not sure
Just wait
Just wait
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