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SEEING THE GLASS AS HALF BROKEN
I try, to keep my feet upon the ground
But my shoes lie.
Gravity keeps spinning me around and I,
Can’t tell which way is up or down
The truth lies.
I’ve lost all ties, this boy is breaking down.
This is the beginning to another end
This is another end to a beginning
I’m not your god damn holy man
I’m just the one with the burning hands
You know, and I know, that we never worked at all
I’m not your god damn holy man
Father, what has happened to your to you youngest son?
I guess we’ve really broke the mold on this one
Come one, come all the show has just begun
Come watch me lose myself and take on everyone one
This is the beginning to another end
This is another end to a beginning
Stop, the breathe behind your chest
Before this turns into our death
The poison leaking from your lips
Its tempting.
Just remember when we kissed
You stole all my innocence
I’ll never be the same again
I’m broken!
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You’ll cast the ashes off the ledge tonight
You wish the wind will whisk away you past mistakes
Hope left behind
By chance our lives collide
Were on the run, no place to hide,
we’ll keep on creeping through the night
We keep on creeping through the night
Through the…
You, you expect me to save you.
And you blame me
You, you expect me to save you
Your on your own.
Must be a case of the wrong place at the right time
My heartbeat speeds in time
With the passing of the pavement lines
The a.m. static serves the soundtrack to this lullaby.
To this lullaby…
The needle pushed now to the red
We’ve come this far, no looking back
Upon the actions in this mess
I don’t believe in happenstance
Which leaves us grasping at the threads
It always has come back to this
Point out the things that I would miss
I don’t believe in happiness
You, you expect me to save you.
And you blame me
You, you expect me to save you
Your on your own.
Now your, never coming back, I never wanted anything that
Was yours, except your trust and then you just striped that away
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Monster
03:53
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MONSTER
The moon is hanging low tonight
As full as can be, its staring a hole through my chest
Howls come from trees, I hear them laughing
The children of the night
I move my feet with anticipation
I’ve been here before, something’s not right
I hear the call, sends shivers down my spine.
I see the fog, rolling in we know were out of time.
Tell the zombies they can have my brains
On a silver plate cause im not using them today
So bite my neck and tear my clothes
Come sew me up with someone else’s toes
Make me a monster complete with
Compassionate stormy eyes
All the best features for the ultimate disguise
Doctors tell me lies like I’m alive
Ive got a corpse in the car,
and ive got skeletons in the closet
Ive got the wolf behind bars,
ive got the dead scratching at my legs
Tell the zombies they can have my brains
On a silver plate cause im not using them today
Tell the dead they can have my head!
It just, gets me in trouble anyway!
I think I finally understand, the guys in the masks
Cause the worst part of the killing, always looks the best
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Spider Island
04:42
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SPIDER ISLAND
We can stay for the winter
We’ll survive through the cold
You can stop with pretending
I don’t know whats real, this body is getting old
Heartbeat races and shivers
Wake up screaming
The cold sweat is burning
The smell of perfume is stale and unbearable
Its only getting worse. Tonight the dreams, they hurt.
Reach for the last open bottle
Look around at the wreck
The tv is on and reminding me
Ive been reduced, to alcohol and cigarettes
Wait for my hands to stop shaking
Pain splits my mind
Faces crumble like plaster
Not knowing whats real, leaves my subconscious terrified
Its only getting worse. Tonight the dreams, they hurt.
Is this real?
You standing right next to me?
Just a ghost,
fading with memories.
And I can hear, the sound of a ringing
I can hear, the sound of her singing
La da da la da da da da da
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TRUTH IS, WE ALL LIVE AS GHOSTS
Im sick of driving myself down
these same old dusty roads.
Gravel spit in my face
Its cutting to the bone.
These tires old and faded
Balding and wearing thin,
I’m swerving with the current
Being taken by the wind
Perfume, her fumes.
Intoxicating love through fire.
Bad news, her noose.
Affixation her desire.
The water’s brewing from the storm
Unsettling and calm (unsettling and calm)
The unforgiving lumber
The arms are so strong
The vine, it climbs and finds it’s
new resting place called home
She’s falling in slow motion
Being taken by the cold
Perfume, her fumes.
Intoxicating love through fire.
Bad news, her noose.
Affixation her desire.
This could be, the chance of our lifetime
This could be, our lives.
They say time goes by, but no.
They say time goes by, but no.
This could be, the chance of our lifetime
This could be, our lives
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Mayor Mayor; the Metro-Detroit pop rock act that brings the energy of a Warped Tour act to the local scene with their high- octane stage presence and top notch writing. Their freshman EP release "If We Don't Move, They Can't See Us" will only help to cement their standing in the local scene and help to propel them to a national level of recognition. ... more
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