1. |
r a z o r w i r e
02:18
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Razor wire in the water
You know it's there and yet
It catches you off guard
A ripping thread
A force of convention
Coughing blood
On your black collar
Life eats in a cycle
300 years and counting
Three Sixty-One degrees
A parrot preaches the words
Of a Sightless soul
That sees god in his own
Ripples edge of a tossed stone
Three Sixty-One degrees find
When you keep waking up
To the sound of thin walls
Shivering light
And sleeping too long,
Might be time to give up
Might be time to move on
The church bells ring out
The sickening song
As a feather light
Typewriter sings calm
Might be time to give up,
Might be time to move on
Don't shoot the bell boy referee
Turn your lights off,
Dim the bleeding sleeve
You're burning oil for nothing
Don't leave the bell boy asleep
The candles alive
And lighting for no one
I think it might be time to move on
Sell it
You better sell it
Face the pathetic
Integrity-less-ness
Of your bucket list
Sell it!
You better sell it to someone,
And they better believe it
You know it's there
And yet it catches you
Off guard
Razor wire in the water
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2. |
o n l y e v e r
02:23
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I've got 74 memories
Stockpiled inside of me,
One for each method
That can't satisfy me
We cut eyes and cry
A design for new nights
That no longer hold
The fear of light at my side
This is her view
I work in her world
Salivating and making
Life on the noise floor
I've got 75 memories
Compiled inside of me,
One for each method that
Doesn't desire peace
Patriotic hands balled
Up in a landmine,
Eyes bright, wide find
You're strawberry cap in sight
This is her view
I work in her world
Salivating and making
Life on the noise floor
I've got 73 memories
Policed inside of me,
One for each method that
Doesn't confide in me
Captivate and withhold
A comprehensive rosary
Find bright, wide nights,
Ahead as far as the mind can see
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3. |
c a r r i e r
03:21
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4. |
s e c o n d s t a r
02:55
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You're looking for a second star
It's everything but a lifestyle
Well I'll sell u mine
Yes, I'll sell you mine
What are you looking for? Go long,
I'll sell you nine yards
I can hear the ocean,
It sounds like a subway
A soft hollow shell,
A displacement of space
You can find me
Upside of a notion
I love when it's cold,
Or at least soft spoken
A small gold cat waves back
So slow, like an overdue paycheck
Well I'll give u mine
Yes, I'll buy you time
To write back. Go long,
I'll lend you nine tons
I'm killing time, before its all over
I'll kill anything that rolls back, and tho
I hate to say it, well I certainly told you so
What's wrong? Go long,
I'll sell you the sun
I can hear the ocean,
it sounds like a subway
A soft hollow shell,
A displacement of space
You can find me
Upside of a notion
I love when it's cold,
Or at least soft spoken
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