1. |
A Man and His Fish
02:50
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Im a fish, Im a tuna, I hate birds, cause they eat him
Im a man, Im a loser, I have words, but I'll eat them
But Ill eat them
Just a man and his fish,
Holding his gills, move in and out,
Like his mother's aquarium
And they walk down the sand,
Holding his fin, in his hand,
The whole beach stares and laughs
He's a fish, with a man, they are friends, he has gills
And hands, and lungs, and they breath, one and one
One and one
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2. |
27 Leaches
02:43
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Holding the key,
The hole is in your eye
Turning the knob,
You open it one more time,
and empty all the contents...
You were all here, like a big box, christmas eve is left awake, unopened
Empty bottles, like a compass, shit always points north
Open your hands an pray, its not really your domain to say.where the soul should live
Escaping innocence, in a sense i tried my best, to put it down, now
The hole is in your eye
You opened it one last time
and snorted all the contents
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3. |
Ten Things
03:17
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Its in your head
And all you could do
Is hope it doesn't slip out again,
So clench your teeth, and bite your tongue
Dont let it slip like when you're drunk
People on the outside,
say its just a party,
Hell is just a sauna
I know, I've waited there before
Its on the ground
You let it fall,
Watch it roll away out of sight
Just like a pet,
When you were young
We're both in better places now
People on the outside,
say its just a party,
Hell is just a sauna
I know, I've waited all my life
And i know you let it burn out into grey
the same fucking shade im familer with
Just like the steps i took from this
Im struggling to breath
And i know i know i know you'll find out now,
and I dont really care,
Just like the steps to your old house
Im struggling for air
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4. |
La Chute
04:21
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If i could put, you in holes, in my palms
Then i would, sit back and laugh, clap my hands
And wish you gone
You're full of it, and i want more, that what you'll give
Anything
Could fill me now,
Im walking out, and i could cop, a better half
At least its better today,
I only dropped you
I dont talk anymore
I just ooze
And all the lies, and all the laughs, that you let fall from moistened lips
Would bend my knees, and make me fall,
And try to catch,
Every drip
At least its better today,
I watched the blood fall down
I dont talk any more,
I dont want anymore
We dont talk anymore
I just ooze
Ill watch you fall, Ill watch you fall, Ill watch you crawl
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5. |
Ripped
04:07
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She said nothing
Cause nothing would do,
We held no one cause every things loose
Tighten up
Little thread,
Brighten up, you're already dead
You're a target, You're my friend, You're what keeps me here
In this trench
Clouded eyes see the shadows on my wall
I feel safe here
I feel small
With my head back
i can see the ceiling
i feel your gift against my throat
Tighten up
Little thread
Brighten up you're already dead
You're a target, You're my friend, You're what keeps me here
In this trench
Clouded eyes see the shadows on my wall
I feel safe here
I feel small
Tighten up, tighten up, tighten up little thread
Brighten up, brighten up, brighten up you're already dead.
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6. |
Fall Babies
04:39
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Theres a girl who,
had a finger,
And a string from which i'd hang.
When i go home,
Ill probably see her
and a look of distain
And we'd frequently burn all the feelings away
Like the thoughts of our friends and the car rides,
Looking back it seems kinda shitty today,
But i guess thats alright,
I had a friend who had a garage, where we'd sit and smoke all day
He told me things that always made sense, even if he was insane,
And we'd frequently turn all the feelings to pain
let the thoughts turn to nails in our chests
Looking back it feels like it was yesterday,
and thats probably for the best
Looking back, on my own, theres nothing i would change about those days
Living month to month, with nothing, wipe away all my names
Cutting ties while a bridge was burning, I cant go back to that place
Looking back, you're face was boring, leading me to my old ways
But i feel like Im broken inside
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