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Bliss
02:37
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The days that match my dreams are few and far between, living like outlaws in my mind while I sleep. Holding me hostage, keeping me bound, beneath the floorboards, never to be found.
I packed up everything I wish that I could be. Paid off my old ghosts in hopes of finding peace. But like a gypsy in a band of thieves, the midwest took my heart, cut my throat, left me pleading on my knees.
I raised my fingers to the sky but, regardless of how many times I tried, the reasons for my failures never added up quite right.
I screamed at every shooting star but my life just keeps on falling apart. So bury me beneath the snow, I don't think I'll ever make it home.
The open road took my soul. Offered its hand then left me all alone. Someday we'll look back and laugh, but our youth ain't coming back.
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All our heroes are dead. They compromised the truths they once promised to protect. I can't believe my heart's still beating when this city won't stop bleeding. When history won't stop repeating.
We fell forty stories, but we never hit the ground. I swore I'd save you when I couldn't save myself. We fell forty stories, but we never made a sound.
Who will help me fight my demons tonight? I still need you by my side.
With your failing lungs and broken teeth goes the only reason this place meant anything to me. I never should have put my faith in the hands of a crook. Just look at what he fucking took. Just look at what he took.
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When they fed you to the lions, did you die a peaceful death? Did you wander through the desert always hoping for the best? Sacrifice your only son to a king you've never seen? With love so unconditional I've only chased it in my dreams?
See, I've met so many just like you, born and born again, soliciting and petitioning
to cleanse the world of sin. I've met so many just like you who bear their crosses with a grin. Forcing all they wish was true on backs that just won't bend. Hearts you just can't mend.
For heaven's sake, you'll carry all of your mistakes to the grave. And your prayers will lose all meaning. Just desperate pleas cried to an empty ceiling.
How could every single hardship you've ever had to face come bundled with a silver lining and a saving grace? You see, to me you're nothing more than an orphan of your faith, always hoping that one day you'll get to see your father's face.
I've come to terms with my mistakes and I won't stop pushing forward until I find my way.
So now i'll keep my invocations to myself in hopes they'll "rot with me in hell". I don't need this as a crutch. I won't grovel for your love. When you've always let me down
faster than the setting sun.
Now I'm just waiting for the day that we'll be judged the same. No sinners. No saints. No gods. No gates. Just an even playing field. Just the ground on which we lay.
For heaven's sake, you'll carry all of your mistakes to the grave. And your prayers will lose all meaning. Just desperate pleas cried to an empty ceiling.
For 40 days and 40 nights, I searched for heaven in the sky. Sought out a sense of solace, foraged for a piece of mind. So in the six days you created, I'll destroy your fabrications, and on the seventh day I'll rest assured, forgetting everything I learned. Still waiting for the things I've earned as the tables refuse to turn. My life's no longer your concern.
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May 13th
02:02
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The sting of loss breeds bitter hearts; callous and corrupt. Rust still invades these fragile veins. Have I suffered enough?
I pour myself across these empty pages. Pushing my pain closer to an honest end. I bleed myself dry onto these blank pages. It's a war to make amends.
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Indian Giver
01:31
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You never settled for the truth since it never really seemed to favor you. Your fragile bones couldn't shoulder any blame, so your faults took root in the dirt beneath my feet.
You're not the only one afraid of owning up to your mistakes. But what would life be like if our hearts never, ever ached?
You've never been the person you claim yourself to be. Your "sincerest" of hearts
is filled with nothing but greed. Now I'm done trying to make amends. You weren't worth it in the end. You weren't worth anything.
You weren't worth a single fucking thing.
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Fuck You, I Love You
03:33
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I heard you lost your way for breaking all the rules that should never have been made. Everybody prays and prays when you're the last one who needs to be saved.
Every night, I know you still wonder why you're the only one never welcome home. Every night, you pay for someone else's crimes for never believing all the lies we've been told.
I wish that I could say that your glory days weren't generations away. But we both know, you've got a long road, so keep your hopes and dreams in tow.
Every night, I know you still wonder why you're the only one never welcome home. Every night, you pay for someone else's crimes for never believing all the lies we've been told.
Some people try with all their might to keep our world in black and white. Some people sure as hell put up a fight, but that doesn't mean they're ever right.
Winter's always colder when you have no one left to hold. But does it really matter who's the one that keeps you warm?
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