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Mister Charles
06:31
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Who's going to listen to you now?
Count back from five as your voice is snuffed out.
The hand behind this pen is shaking
the the thrill of the kill is exhilarating.
Never send a man to do a little girls work
and never tell the truth if you don't want to get hurt.
Hide behind closed doors like you always do
no one will know what happened to you.
NOT.
I'll hold your memory like you held my broken heart.
I'll hold your memory like a boat, and I'll tear it apart.
I'll hold your memory like the moon holds the tides.
I'll hold your memory like you would have held mine.
A secret kept is a secret left to the wind.
At least with you it's the way it's always been.
You deserve so much less, so much less than this.
So live it up bitch, cause this is what you get.
Cause this is what you get.
Now I don't blame you for the things you said
but I sure as hell blame you for the things you did.
I tried so hard to make this right.
But you threw it back in my face that night,
Never send a man to do a little girls work
and never tell the truth if you don't want to get hurt.
Hide behind closed doors like you always do
no one will know what happened to you.
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time
so that'd I never even have to write this rhyme.
I guess that's just life, and I guess that's just fine.
But this here is where I draw the line.
In the words of dear old Freddy
Don't return if you're not ready.
Nothing you know could prepare you for this
welcome to prime time bitch.
And don't forget before you leave here,
you'll regret the things you've seen dear.
I told you that you'll lose your mind.
Go now....Run and Hide.
Never send a man to do a little girls work
and never tell the truth if you don't want to get hurt.
Hide behind closed doors like you always do
no one will know what happened to you.
NOT.
You'd think I'd let you lose and not let everybody know?
I was right and you were wrong.
I guess it just goes to show,
nothing you know could prepare you for this.
Your at home here, so never fear.
Welcome to prime time bitch.
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It's amazing the thought process of the human brain. A funny story...but honestly, who's to blame?
Your ignorance and arrogance it makes fucking sick, I honestly could careless, you choke on fucking dick.
Your selfish ways don't dare strike a chord in my sense of humor.
ha, as if nothing is your fault?
Trying to belate the date for the lies that you spew from your lips.
Why is that so many people get away with it?
Please get hit by a train
Spoiled Brats get hit with Baseball bats. I rest my fucking case.
Act like the world is against you, telling me that your worse off.
Your daddy owns a dealership, so get the fuck out of my face.
Your just the scum of the earth, It's a gracious lie.
I'm sorry, I'll thrill you with another line
Spoiled Brats get hit with Baseball bats.
I rest my fucking case.
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3. |
Innocent
04:33
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Board up the windows and lock all the doors.
You can't see what's on the inside without ripping up the floors.
Burn it down to ash and rebuild from the ground up.
Just to over exaggerate a conscious thought.
I've found a church where the floors shake, the ground rumbles, and the earth quakes.
I've found a place where my heart crumbles and my body aches.
When the weight of the world comes crashing down.
It'll rip us to pieces, it'll throw us around.
It'll take all we have, pull us to the ground. Just to make us think
There's no hope to be found.
It's possible that no one even knows my name.
It's probable that just about everyone thinks the same.
Life's just a popularity contest. I guess.
I guess I just forgot to cast my vote.
A forgetful mess I have become. A mess, but that's only half of it.
Falsify faith. Blindly walk where you can't see.
Walk with him, and spend life on your knees.
You'll spend life on your knees.
I refuse to be a brainwashed puppet for a savage child race.
Make an excuse and check it twice.
Tell yourself it's right and roll the dice.
Leave yourself to chance and take a chance to lose.
It's all a choice. And now's your time to choose.
When the weight of the world comes crashing down.
It'll rip us to pieces it'll throw us around.
It'll take all we have, pull us to the ground. Just to make us think
There's no hope to be found.
I'll say it one more time. Life's a popularity contest.
Clearly I'm just not too high in the polls.
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4. |
Jiminy Cricket
06:10
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Look through the reflection, to see an artificial mind.
Losing touch with yourself, lost in the world.
Your minutes have expired, your time has run out.
Life is just a playground, but you can't just sit there and pout.
Watch the drowning ships crash as you sink into the depth below.
Everything you know is a misconception, and you don't know any better.
Disconnect from this social network that we call a society.
Watch your step, I'll tell you where to next.
Watch your step, you'll never know what is left.
You've misplaced your identity, you're just a clone. Beauty has never been so unreal.
You're just lonely, but I'm just so alone.
I'm living in reality, you're living in a dream.
You're standing tall and here's me feeble and small, ripping apart from seam to seam.
Paint the coast with bloodshed and heartbreak.
Isolate the moon and stars to understand less and less as time goes on.
Watch the drowning ships crash as you sink into the depth below.
Vacant and withered, inside this hollow mind.
Pick up your feet, you wouldn't want to get left behind...
Would you? Would you...
Watch your step. Let me show you what's next.
Watch your step, you'll wish you were the only one left.
Dance through blizzards, skip through the scenes.
You're oblivious, don't you see what this means?
With these thoughts in your head...It's your misfortune to know, you're already dead.
Watch the drowning ships crash as you sink into the depth below.
Vacant and withered, inside your hollow mind.
Watch your step. Let me show you what's next.
Watch your step, you'll wish you were the only one left.
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5. |
Lost Count
06:02
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And the only thing I miss is knowing I'd be getting a phone call from a familiar voice.
One to ask me how I was, and to give me love. It's a mighty shame, you had to play your games...
You just had to play your games again.
Suffocate on your lies and your selfish tendencies.
Let me kiss your lungs, only to find a black hole in your chest in your mind.
See the darkness, see the light?
No matter what, you'll always be blind.
I see you in every dream, I see you in every scene to every movie, to every line in every song.
I think I just can't take it, wash the walls with my love.
Paint your walls with my tattered hope, with my tattered spirit.
I just don't know.
Suffocate on your lies and your selfish tendencies.
Let me kiss your lungs only to find a black hole in your chest, in your mind.
See the darkness, see the light?
No matter what, you'll always be blind.
I can't regret it, I can't forget it. Only you can, it's just that easy.
It's only like forgetting the grass grows.
It's only like forgetting, forgetting about me.
Toss me along like your little puppet, as you wait for the next victim.
Things have changed, not me, you.
Pick up the pieces, my shattered mirror.
Look at the pieces into my soul, you will find nothing but emptiness because this was your home.
You'll always belong here.
I wish I could forget, forget your fucking name.
I wish I could regret, regret your fucking fame.
I see you in every dream, I just wish that I could sleep.
How do you sleep at night, knowing I'm here?
How do you live with yourself...
Let me repeat myself, I wish I could forget, forget your fucking name.
Why do people throw pennies on the ground?
Because they're fucking worthless.
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6. |
Nobel Six
04:50
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I'm just knock, knock, knocking. Knocking on the window of life.
Rubbing the fog away to see what it's like on the outside.
Maybe I should just stay in my own little world, at least I'm safer there.
It never occurred to me once that everyone is just such a good actor.
It's the play of life starring me...But I never asked to be center stage.
It feels like just yesterday, I guess growing up just comes so fast.
I'm looking in the mirror and all I see is a familiar reflection fading away.
Why do I live in such a real world, with such artificial people?
Paying an arm and leg for the same thing with another title.
Something tells me I'll never know. Somethings never change.
What's the point of tomorrow, if there is no hope for today?
Everything gets better eventually, But why do I deserve to be left waiting?
It's like my whole world doesn't even revolve around me.
It never occurred to me once that everyone is just such a good actor.
It's the play of life starring me...But I never asked to be center stage.
It feels like just yesterday, I guess growing up just comes so fast.
I'm looking in the mirror and all I see is a familiar reflection fading away.
The ink never runs out on the pen of creativity.
The page of life will never rip and crumble without your consent.
If only everyone could live by there own advice
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8. |
An Unfortunate End
04:04
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Humane: Give me a word to describe myself
You're trying much too hard to be someone else.
Impossible, improbable. Selfish, and you're stubborn.
Who the fuck are you to judge? I'm only as good as you make me
A lifeless shell to a hopeless romantic.
I've fallen apart, but it's what keeps me going.
Escape my reality when I needed you the most.
Broken logic to a smaller promise. Unfinished words to undo the thought.
A friend, but it is more than I could have ever hoped for.
A son. But do I make you proud?
Who the fuck are you to judge? I'm only as good as you make me.
A lifeless shell to a hopeless romantic.
Similar names to a difference that there is no welcome written across my chest.
Leave the dirt and the cold at the door.
You don't miss me; an imperfection, but aren't we all?
Conceited and irrelevant to an existence of worthless intentions.
But I'll continue waiting.
I'll continue waiting for a person, a human being.
A promise is only worth the sickened skin of lies polluted with an unfortunate supplement.
Prescription for disappointment, the description of life.
An expression, I don't need you. No.
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9. |
Kiyoshi's Song
04:49
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I'm starting to get used to the world
that is constantly in change
and the world, that is constantly in pain
When you rearrange your veins, it's no wonder no one stays the same
We all just used to be kids, or someone other than ourselves
Now we take those people and prop them right up on the shelf
Is it comforting? Is it comforting to know
that no matter where you end up
you'll always just end up home.
I've spent far too long in the dark
and I've spent far too long with my mouth shut
cause you've been trying to prevent me from starting my ascent
you'd kick me in a ditch just to fill it with cement
I'm trying to get passed this fact the past and all these lies
you try to justify your crimes and act like I don't mind
Like I don't mind?
Is it comforting? Is it comforting to know,
that no matter where you end up, you'll just end up home.
We are just time bombs, ticking with emotion
that is just so potent it could explode at any moment
it's time to leave the nest to spread these wings, try to fly
cause this is it, this is here and now, it's time to do or die.
Kiyoshi-san, what have they done to you?
Where have the taken you, what did he put you through,
How could she do this to you?
What is this feeling, under my skin in my bones?
If this is how it is, if this is how it goes
then why did I even come home?
I'm starting to get used to the world that is constantly
Constantly in pain/
We may not be the greatest generation, but we've been set to fail
we were born to lose.
even though the lights are off and we may stumble through the dark
just because we can't see, does not mean that we
are blind.
I can't stop this feeling under my skin
that I won't be able to weather the storm
even though the lights are off, we may stumble through the dark
just because we can't see, does not mean
that we are blind.
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10. |
Mandragora
03:41
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I'm starting to get used to the world
that is constantly in change
and the world, that is constantly in pain
When you rearrange your veins, it's no wonder no one stays the same
We all just used to be kids, or someone other than ourselves
Now we take those people and prop them right up on the shelf
Is it comforting? Is it comforting to know
that no matter where you end up
you'll always just end up home.
I've spent far too long in the dark
and I've spent far too long with my mouth shut
cause you've been trying to prevent me from starting my ascent
you'd kick me in a ditch just to fill it with cement
I'm trying to get passed this fact the past and all these lies
you try to justify your crimes and act like I don't mind
Like I don't mind?
Is it comforting? Is it comforting to know,
that no matter where you end up, you'll just end up home.
We are just time bombs, ticking with emotion
that is just so potent it could explode at any moment
it's time to leave the nest to spread these wings, try to fly
cause this is it, this is here and now, it's time to do or die.
Kiyoshi-san, what have they done to you?
Where have the taken you, what did he put you through,
How could she do this to you?
What is this feeling, under my skin in my bones?
If this is how it is, if this is how it goes
then why did I even come home?
I'm starting to get used to the world that is constantly
Constantly in pain
We may not be the greatest generation, but we've been set to fail
we were born to lose.
even though the lights are off and we may stumble through the dark
just because we can't see, does not mean that we
are blind.
I can't stop this feeling under my skin
that I won't be able to weather the storm
even though the lights are off, we may stumble through the dark
just because we can't see, does not mean
that we are blind.
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