1. |
A Month to Live
02:10
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Life's purpose
is self-prescribed,
but I think I lost my prescription pad
or I lack the necessary degrees
to make a diagnosis
so my inner physician is left
in an ethical quandary
Write a script
anything to ease the suffering
Tell a lie
I can't tell the difference
Say anything
like, "you only have a month to live"
The halls here
seem endless,
dim fluorescent flickers light the way
but in the distance I can only see shadows
no sign of life
no hope
no promise of escape
Write a script
anything to ease the suffering
Tell a lie
I can't tell the difference
Say anything
like, "you only have a month to live"
'cause a month is a lot less overwhelming
than a lifetime
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2. |
So It's Over
03:01
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What's in your eyes?
I can't see them.
Is there a gleam
left for me?
So it's over
and I'm horrifically sober
and all I can wonder is:
Why?
What's in your mind?
I can't read it.
Is there a dream
of a future with me?
No,
it's over
and I'm horrifically sober
and all I can wonder is:
Why?
...to no reply
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3. |
Worthless
03:27
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worthless
worth less than a stranger
someone who looks you in the eyes
but doesn't realize
the depth and beauty that lies beneath them
worthless
worth less than the promise of a future
with me
living free
for eternity
but that's all dust and that's okay
the world keeps on spinning anyway
while I'm...
worthless:
the perfect word for me
I'm nothing, I'm garbage
lost and defeated
crying, begging
at your feet
worthless
worth less than even trying
while I'm left here dying
but that's a bit melodramatic
I'll be fine in time
in time...
it'll all turn to dust and decay and that's okay
the world keeps on spinning anyway
while I feel...
worthless
worthless to you
worthless to me
worth less to the world
worthless is all I am
and all I'll ever be
worthless:
it's my identity
I'm nothing, I'm garbage
lost and defeated
crying, begging
at your feet
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4. |
Siren Song
02:48
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Did I miss it when you said,
"I don't love you anymore"?
Was I not listening
as your footsteps led out the door?
Was I too oblivious
to your unhappy rhetoric?
Were all the signs in place
to warn me of this bitter end?
All I needed
was to hear your voice
not some siren song.
How did we get here?
So far away from shore
broken on the rocks
evermore
It seemed a dream fulfilled
when my lips first arrived at yours.
Who could have guessed it would end
a nightmare I can't stand anymore?
I'd write our history
but it would end too abruptly.
Instead I'll just pretend
our story never had an end.
All I needed
was to hear your voice
not some siren song.
How did we get here?
So far away from shore
broken on the rocks
evermore
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5. |
Antique Memory
03:48
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Everyone seems to have
an unspoken sadness
these days
or I'm just looking in the mirror
A feeling stored in dusty corners
ignored until the day
you want to say:
"I'm gonna let it go"
Spend each moment etching X's
on the calendar
until the months
and years fill up
The one thing you can depend on
is that you'll be with you until
the day you die
and all the ghosts that haunt you
are the echoes of the past
that weigh you down
until you've breathed your last
Everyone around
is trying harder every day
to kill themselves
or I'm just looking in the mirror
A poison whisper
lights a fire deep inside my brain
to burn away
the humanity
Another night spent running circles
trying to get away
collecting more
antiques to hide away
The one thing you can depend on
is that you'll be with you until
the day you die
and all the ghosts that haunt you
are the echoes of the past
that weigh you down
until you've breathed your last
And though this life continues
you can't help feeling trapped
amongst your hideous collection
of unwanted artifacts
and all the ghosts that come to haunt you
are the echoes of the past
that suffocate you endlessly
until you've breathed your last
Locked in the attic
to cobwebs and dust
I'm an addict
Surrounded by faded photographs
the memories I'd hoped would last
are shredded piles on the floor
Reflected in the fragments of a mirror
but not seeing any clearer
just how long I've been
behind this door
up in the attic
where everything
is perfectly
static
Everyone seems to be
trying to move away
to outrun the pain
of a loveless lone existence
A hope that a change of scenery
will finally show the way
to better days
without having to let it go
Everyone seems quieter
each time they're asked to say:
"I feel okay"
or I'm just standing at the mirror
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6. |
There's a Place for Me
03:19
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Looking at the hourglass
watch the sand slip away
falling away from me
fall into eternity
There's a place for me in hell
and I can't wait to take it
Staring down the ocean tides
buried up to my neck in the sand
waiting to be swept away
swept into eternity
There's a place for me in hell
and I can't wait to take it
You'll say I've thrown it all away,
but what is left to save
when all I leave are shambles
in my wake?
There's a place for me in hell
and I can't wait to take it
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7. |
Huh?
01:26
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When did it get so hard to breathe?
When did it get so hard to believe
in love?
When did it get so hard to believe?
When did it get so hard to conceive
of a world
where anything matters?
When did it get so hard to believe?
When did it get so hard to breathe?
When did it get so hard?
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8. |
You Never Understood
01:34
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You never understood
this picture I painted
You never really tried
too caught up in your own world
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9. |
3 Years
03:14
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it's been 3 years
maybe more
or maybe less
it's hard to tell
'cause in that time
i've been a god-forsaken
mess
and when i think
of all the moments
that i've wasted
i can't seem to find an end
to all the times
i've felt disgraced
in public view
and it's all for naught
and time keeps taking
everything
i ever thought i wanted
and all i've got
is a sinking feeling
this nightmare
has only just begun
it's been 3 years
since our bonds
began to break
and we blew out
our little flame
a smokey sacrifice to fate
and when i think
of all the time
we spent together
it reminds me of
this weather
getting colder
turning bitter
but it's all for naught
as time keeps taking
everything
i ever thought i wanted
and all i've got
is the notion
that the ending
won't be quite what i expected
it's been 3 years
of alcoholic binging
and reactionary cringing
to the gasoline that's dripping
down my throat
and when i try to count the blackouts
into blackouts
i lose count
and i can't recall
the last time
i wasn't
completely
fucked up
it's all for naught
time has taken
everything
i ever thought i wanted
and all i've got
is the race
to finally punctuate
this statement i can't finish
and all i've got left
is to stare
into the void
until a light
comes back along
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