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Hellbent
01:49
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Make me some metaphors to decorate my tomb,
As I starve through jungles craving Viet Cong Stew.
And oh, I just received my epitaph: the one you wrote,
While I was writing you love notes.
Sing for me as if you had something left from
All of those times you left me daft in the dance hall.
I believed you! I believed you!
I believed you when you told me what you're meant for…
I was hellbent for…
I'm freezing up from all the blood that’s on my shoes,
But the warmth of the napalm feels a lot like you.
Just know I watched my brothers die in the marshes
While you made sure the hole in my heart's stripped.
Sing for me as if you had something left from
All of those times you left me daft in the dance hall.
I believed you! I believed you!
I believed you when you told me what you're meant for…
I was hellbent for…
I was hellbent for…
… You.
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2. |
IEHD
02:25
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Here's the catch; the way you talk is gonna wear me out.
I had a chance to drop you down
To where the water ripples out around.
I'm living on my own
And giving it all I’ve got.
Let’s make this city our throne,
We’ll take this house of cards and we'll call it home.
And there's a shoebox buried out in my backyard
That I found
The graying sky within; where I’ve been living to see you indebted to me.
I’m here.
The ground’s beneath me.
Here's the catch; I can't help but wonder why
The whole of the rest has died
Or will we see eye to eye
Anytime but now?
I’m giving it all I’ve got.
Let’s make this city our throne,
We’ll take this house of cards and we'll call it home
And there's a shoebox buried out in my backyard
That I found
The graying sky within; where I’ve been living to see you indebted to me.
I’m here.
The ground’s beneath me.
Here's the catch: he's everything i'm not.
Here's the catch: the way you talk is gonna wear me out.
I had a chance to drop you down
To where the water ripples out around.
I’m living on my own.
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3. |
Giraffe
02:46
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Sunrise; It bleeds at random (Across the train tracks).
The brackets and clicks (The rocks and salt).
The grout on the shoreline,
That I (Cutting into my tongue) perceive in tandem.
(The action rises). The hit on my head (The shadows hung).
The fall from your favor.
I would have left you alone. if I had only known the cost to stay here:
My greatest fear; seeing a lack of a spark in you.
I’ve been oh so patient,
Can I be all your reasons for letting him go?
Bury me here where all my senses dull.
And you’re near, where all my senses dull.
All that I take for granted (The wheels of progress).
How little I’ve learned (My broken cogs).
The road stretched and aimless.
I thought (I could inspire love) she'd be enchanted.
(In dreams of madness). The dirt on my sleeves (In strangled lungs).
The cracks in the windshield (Well, I’m breathing in deep tonight).
I would have left you alone. if I had only known the cost to stay here:
My greatest fear; seeing a lack of a spark in you.
I’ve been oh so patient,
Can I be all your reasons for letting him go?
Bury me here, where all my senses dull.
And you’re near, where all my senses dull.
Bury me here, where all my senses dull.
And you’re near, where all my senses dull.
I’ve been oh so patient,
Can I be all your reasons for letting him go?
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I shift my eyes (She catches fast)
Quickly evade, then turn them back.
I try to think of something funny, maybe I can make her laugh.
Please note the weight of time,
And the gravity of history as we enter the slime.
We stare up at the swollen sails of summer in a frame
Like two lost submarines in winter sinking down in separate ways,
(Drowning in short hallways)
Tomorrow is coming, just like a hurricane;
Soon she will lie over the devastating deep blue sea.
(She will not call and I won't sleep)
(Echo’s crash down, caress my bare feet)
(Taunted by Roman history)
I'm rusting,
Regretting days I trudged through seaweed.
Now, (Deep underwater) I attempt a heart to heart
So as we dine on broken springs found in a factory yard, (Minding the bar)
I drag the bay in search of a sunken ark,
But all I find there at the bottom are some used and broken car parts;
They rust and don't go anywhere (I’m rusting)
They rust and don't go anywhere, (I Drown with you)
We rust and don't go anywhere,
My mind is anchored deep in this despair!
(She will not call and I won't sleep)
(Echo's crash down, caress my bare feet)
(Taunted by Roman history)
I'm Rusting,
Regretting days I trudged through seaweed.
(She will not call and I won't sleep)
(Echo's crash down, caress my bare feet)
(Sinking in sand and left to freeze)
Disdained by some kind of whisper from across the sea.
… So I've been thinking about everything.
And I've been thinking about the things you never told me.
Like all those questions I never asked.
Like how you felt about the way our eyes would meet and turn to glass.
I've been thinking about you and me,
(There's a part missing from the Sistine Chapel ceiling and it's shaped just like New Jersey)
Wondering why we never developed to anything,
And how there's no address to write on this page:
Dear girl who lies over the devastating deep blue sea,
You will not call and I won't sleep,
Foreign sands fret at my granite feet
Strangled by U. S. History,
Regretting days I trudged through seaweed.
There is no arch above the sea,
Just echo’s of you spat up on the beach;
Whispers of Roman History.
Signed,
The boy who lies over the devastating deep blue sea.
(You will not call and I won’t sleep)
(Echo Crash Down, Caress my Bare Feet)
(Sinking in Sand and left to Freeze.)
(A Canvas left blank, wrapped up in seaweed.)
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How do you like your boy?
Covered in blood.
Beaten, bare feet deep, frozen in mud.
A dagger in hand. A grave to be dug.
Pretty eyes and a grave to be dug.
Do you like your boy scrambled? Sautéed?
Or sunny side up in a shallow grave?
Do you like your boy with a glass of champagne?
A Toast to the year that they forget about me!
Oh Life.
Oh, sweet Life,
You've become a foreign thing.
And lady Love, oh, sweet Love.
Stop using foreign words with me.
Cause I don't understand;
Here I stand;
Covered in blood with a dagger in hand.
Know me forever the way I am.
Remember me forever the way I am.
Screaming, "How do you like me now!”
“How do you like me now! How do you like me now!”
Screaming though the rain, "Come and take me from my name!”
How do you like me now?
How do you like me now?
How do you like me now?
Screaming though the rain.
Now watch me set the letters in flames as they're plucked from my name!
Bookended with two dates in tormenting slate.
Remember blood on this dagger and know my face.
Forever.
And when this is over,
Won’t you take me to my friends?
When this is over,
Won't you take me to my friends?
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