1. |
Embalm My Heart
03:31
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Because your eyes don't hold stars anymore
And I'll spend my life bleeding out on the floor.
Well, I wish I had the time.
Oh I wish you had the time.
An open wound doesn't cure the pain.
But I hardly think I'm the one to blame.
So just for tonight,
Let's paint these walls in red.
Well I guess I could catch something.
But no one's in the morgue.
I'd go talk to the preacher but
He's not in the church.
So I'll hang out with these corpses
Blow the doors off this hearse.
No one will see this coming.
Embalm my heart and watch me burn.
The drugs aren't enough but this makes me okay
To live and die in another day.
So kiss me one last time and
Close my casket door.
The walking dead don't care much for shame
So I'll decompose and be on my way
There's no need for vanity
When there's no one to see.
Well I guess I could catch something.
But no one's in the morgue.
I'd go talk to the preacher but
He's not in the church.
So I'll hang out with these corpses
Blow the doors off this hearse.
No one will see this coming.
Embalm my heart and watch me burn.
I'm trying
I'm trying
I'm trying
I'm trying
I'm dying
I'm dying
I'm dying
I'm dying
Well I guess I could catch something.
But no one's in the morgue.
I'd go talk to the preacher but
He's not in the church.
So I'll hang out with these corpses
Blow the doors off this hearse.
No one will see this coming.
Embalm my heart and watch me burn.
Well I guess I could catch something.
But no one's in the morgue.
I'd go talk to the preacher but
He's not in the church.
So I'll hang out with these corpses
Blow the doors off this hearse.
No one will see this coming.
Embalm my heart and watch me burn.
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2. |
Baker's Dozen
03:57
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Greed is what kills us inside.
And we don't even know, what we wanted all along.
Jealousy is the bastard child of greed.
And it's what sticks inside. I forgot what I believe.
I see them all around me. I see them everywhere.
Holding hands and smiling fondly with every love and lust struck stare.
It makes me want to puke. It makes me want to bleed.
I don't want to be like that yet, here I want to be.
It doesn't make much sense. No, it doesn't work at all.
For someone socially awkward, as fucking ugly as me.
People say I'm nice. People say I'll find someone.
But they're wrong all the time. What will make them right now?
It's what we need. It's what we seek.
It seems so bleak so it's blood we leak.
The third wheel's fine until it multiplies.
Baker's Dozen, will come inevita-
-bility, it's my worst enemy.
These things I cannot change.
It's a God damn destiny. Or should I say fate?
What will become of me? Please help me.
What the future holds in-store I try to run away
Worse comes to worst get on my knees and pray.
Don't think it's gonna work. Don't think it's worth a shot.
But when you're out of options. What else is it you got?
Hope is all I have when reality hits back home.
Perhaps the only promise is the sweet release of death.
I tell myself one day that love reciprocates.
But right now I'm singled out. Envious of who I'm not.
It's what we need. It's what we seek.
It seems so bleak so it's blood we leak.
The third wheel's fine until it multiplies.
Baker's Dozen, they surround.
It's what we need. It's what we seek.
It seems so bleak so it's blood we leak.
The third wheel's fine until it multiplies.
Baker's Dozen, they surround me.
It's what we need. It's what we seek.
It seems so bleak so it's blood we leak.
The third wheel's fine until it multiplies.
Baker's Dozen, they surround me.
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3. |
Higher Education
03:03
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Go to college and get a real job.
That's what all parents say.
It's higher education or a kick out the door.
(I) think I'll die if I may.
And why do I feel so far gone?
It's 101 (1:01) let out a big fat yawn.
Does it even get better with a six figure job?
Does it even get better when I cry myself to sleep?
Does it feel so good to help the greedy at the top?
Is this the life that I really need?
Does it even get better with a six figure job?
Does it even get better when I cry myself to sleep?
Does it feel so good to help the greedy at the top?
Is this the life that I really need?
Get a giant mansion and two draining kids.
That's what all parents say.
I think about now and I think about the future..
Which one looks like day?
And why can't I enroll in the class?
That I don't even know if I'll fail or pass?
Does it even get better with a six figure job?
Does it even get better when I cry myself to sleep?
Does it feel so good to help the greedy at the top?
Is this the life that I really need?
Does it even get better with a six figure job?
Does it even get better when I cry myself to sleep?
Does it feel so good to help the greedy at the top?
Is this the life that I really need?
Does it even get better with a six figure job?
Does it even get better when I cry myself to sleep?
Does it feel so good to help the greedy at the top?
Is this the life that I really need?
Does it even get better with a six figure job?
Does it even get better when I cry myself to sleep?
Does it feel so good to help the greedy at the top?
Is this the life that I really need?
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It starts with a murmur or cry.
For something that's not there.
And I keep moving forwards.
Breathing deep this silent air.
I will feel a ghost tonight
It sucks the breath of my life
Spits it back, sharpens the knife
And again I feel alone tonight.
Doesn't matter what's in my heart
Doesn't matter what's buried deep.
I can only dream perfection.
And the life that's only in my sleep.
Real life isn't what was promised
Real life isn't what I need.
And again I'm alone tonight.
My head falls in my hands.
I will feel a ghost tonight
It sucks the breath of my life
Spits it back, sharpens the knife
And again I feel alone tonight.
The life that's only
The life that's only
The life that's only
The life that's only in my sleep.
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5. |
Boehner is a Boner
02:50
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They come and kick us when we're down.
Bring the tanks to destroy the town.
Blame us for your belligerence.
Now it's you who's going down.
Put a bullet in my head.
Five more punks where I stand.
Taking down the corrupted.
Taking down the government.
Put a bullet in my head.
Five more punks where I stand.
Taking down the aristocrats.
Taking down corporate.
Politicians lie and thieve.
Poverty grows and mothers grieve.
Congress doesn't care at all.
Career politicians need to go.
Put a bullet in my head.
Five more punks where I stand.
Taking down the corrupted.
Taking down the government.
Put a bullet in my head.
Five more punks where I stand.
Taking down the aristocrats.
Taking down corporate.
People dying in the streets.
Suits safe where they set their feet.
Another spike for stupid fines.
All they want are dollar signs.
People dying in the streets.
Suits safe where they set their feet.
Corporate is run by government and
Government is run by corporate.
The CEO you can't ignore.
He's getting ready to embezzle more.
Fifty yachts are not enough.
So overtime is off the clock.
Put a bullet in my head.
Five more punks where I stand.
Taking down the aristocrats.
Taking down the government.
You can't take us all.
Here we come.
The CEO is president
Of the puppet government.
Stolen from our working hands.
Return it to its rightful place.
Put a bullet in my head.
Five more punks where I stand.
Taking down the corrupted.
Taking down the government.
Put a bullet in my head.
Five more punks where I stand.
Taking down the aristocrats.
Taking down corporate.
People dying in the streets.
Suits safe where they set their feet.
Another spike for stupid fines.
All they want are dollar signs.
People dying in the streets.
Suits safe where they set their feet.
Corporate is run by government and
You should know by now.
You can't take us all.
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6. |
Illumination
04:57
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I,
I turn a light switch on.
Someone swoops right in and turns it off.
All that remains is my ill timed cough.
In,
In this dark infested room,
Her light fades away closing the door.
I'm an artist sculpting my arm with gore.
And I,
Could tell you of my love since long ago.
Ring around the Rosie inside my head now.
Bumble bees buzz inside my head now.
Love,
It never comes back home
Tracks for her in my heart
I can't believe we'll never start
Love,
It never comes back home
Crashing cars subconsciously
Jumping cliffs eventually.
Cling,
Onto hope with iron fists.
Finger melted, molten, and scorched.
But love is stuck; a built-in torch.
Collapse,
This room falls on me.
Piece by piece I'll move this wall.
If it means I'll ever see her at all.
And I,
Could tell you of my love since long ago.
Ring around the rosie inside my head now.
Bumble bees buzz inside my head now.
And I,
Could tell you of my love burning since long ago.
Ring around the Rosie killed my head now.
And bumble bees are stinging inside my head now.
Love,
It never comes back home
Tracks for her in my heart
I can't believe we'll never start
Love,
It never comes back home
Crashing cars subconsciously
Jumping cliffs eventually.
I'll never reach Ashley.
But forever,
forever,
forever,
I extend my arm.
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7. |
Heather Sinclair
03:36
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What the hell is wrong with me?
They'll never even glance at me?
I never could've known just.
What drama queens will always be.
It's trouble finding love when.
All you got are princesses.
There's this constant talk of playing
And you are out of her league.
All they say is that this is growing up.
We never got a chance to say.
You're a little whore and you're a fucking bitch.
I think you're dumb anyway.
High school sass is all I hear.
It echoes around these halls.
Who the fuck is Heather Sinclair?
Why should I care anyway?
Chit chat, giggle your socks off.
Oh my God look that's so cute.
I'll pretend like I didn't hear you.
Somersault down to the music room.
It's trouble finding love when
High school girls are judgemental
There's this constant talk of playing.
And there is the only league.
All they say is that this is growing up.
We never got a chance to say.
You're a little whore and you're a fucking bitch.
I think you're dumb anyway.
High school sass is all I hear.
It echoes around these halls.
Who the fuck is Heather Sinclair?
Why should I care anyway?
This is.
The last.
Of this.
Right?
It never ends, it never ends.
They're still over there at the coffee shop.
Flirting with Hunky Dave the Narc Man.
And writing off me as a living human being.
All they say is that this is growing up.
We never got a chance to say.
You're a little whore and you're a fucking bitch.
I think you're dumb anyway.
High school sass is all I hear.
It echoes around these halls.
Who the fuck is Heather Sinclair?
I don't give a shit anyway.
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