1. |
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Put your best foot forward and you broke your leg
Never had no luck and way too proud to beg
Threw a cannonball into a wishing well
Dont know why, dont know where to begin
Took a shot in the dark and blew off my limbs
Smoked myself dumb and i did it again
Saw myself in the lights.
I looked like shit
Tried to make an excuse.
Tripped up again.
Manic depressive failsafe.
Baby watch me destruct
All alone with the screamers in my head. They've been all but persistent
Classless cretins in designer clothes.
Dipshit armada of worth and ego.
I'm a sore thumb on a skinny hand.
A bloody nose on labor day.
And you know me well from way back when.
When I still felt like myself.
And I'd hate for you to see me now.
Take a breath with me and I'll jump with you.
Let me down and I'll fucking die for you.
Tell me if I'm setting my own worth from here.
(That isn't rhetorical)
I dont believe a thing that I think nowadays
(That's not rhetorical)
You can't guess the excuses I got.
Wrote a whole book justifying a ghost.
Bet my hand on a dead horse. Never won. Never once.
Manic depressive failsafe
Manic depressive failsafe
Manic depressive failsafe
Watch me self destruct.
Take a breath with me and I'll jump with you.
Let me down and I'll fucking die for you.
Tell me if I'm setting my own worth from here.
(That isn't rhetorical)
I wont believe a thing that I think ever again
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Lapsed Catholics
04:00
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Shake the blood.
About face and watch the flood.
Kill the noise.
Eat your pills and stretch your bones.
Make yourself seem composed amidst the junkies and crows.
And I won't waste your time.
Because I'm broken inside.
Don't wait. Just go. I can be alone tonight.
I'm still at war with a better version of me.
Break the bank.
Pay the hand and go for broke.
Collect your teeth.
Smile wide and show some class.
Are we advantageous or are we just fucked?
And I won't waste your time.
Because I'm broken inside.
Don't wait. Just go. I should be alone tonight.
Lapsed catholics.
We've got no Gods.
We've got no Gods.
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3. |
Even If It Kills Us
03:06
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I’m feeling like a coffin but that’s irrelevant
I’m proud like a panic attack when you want one most.
And I’ll wear those shivers well just like my Sundays Best
And slip into something a little bit better than me.
We're going to make it out alive even if it kills us.
There's a ghost.
It haunts these halls- it beckons and it calls.
It rips the air right from my lungs.
When it scares it me half to death I’ll even out the debt
And burn this whole place to the ground
Then I’ll dance in the ashes until the sky crashes.
I wish you well.
Singing like a bottle
Tapped out into exile.
I don't want tomorrow to be so low and vile.
We're going to make it out alive even if it kills us.
I'm not crying wolf tonight.
There's nowhere to run left from here.
We're going to make it out alive.
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