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Patterns
02:58
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Patterns in the carpet
I was sinking into the floor
I was dreaming of pavement and wet skin
Ah-ah
But I didn’t know what was coming
Patterns in my brain
I was sinking into a hole
I was bleeding out
Smashing my head against the cabinets
It left a bruise, I hoped you’d notice
And I tried so hard to carve our names
into that tree at the cemetery
but the knife slipped
And I cut my hand pretty deep
Paused for a second and watched
as it started to bleed but now there’s
no scar to remind me how it felt
when I was alive
Now I’m spending my time
pretending I’m fine
But I’ve got secret footage of the future
that says otherwise
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2. |
The Knife
02:02
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I swallowed the knife
It’s pain but that’s life
I went out side
To siphon the blood
From out of my gut
The spilling vibrance
I haven’t felt the same since
Breathe deep on slow walks
My clenched teeth have loosened up
Will this be the year I finally give in
Will this be the year that I accept the knife
Another year another cut more blood I’m throwing up
Can you help me clean this mess off of the floor
This is nothing new, this has happened before
Involuntary bloodletting yeah I’m bleeding to death
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3. |
Already Peaked
02:34
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Sometimes I can still hear my sister grinding her teeth
while I’m in the next room just trying to sleep
The drugs are kicking in
and it’s probably just a dream
But I can’t shake the feeling that
I’ve already peaked
and all of my friends just pretend to like me
Reality’s sinking in and it’s not looking good for me
Shot up through the ceiling,
I was feeling sort of funny
Floating past the window
and looking back down over my body
So take me to the top where the air is hollow
and nothing seems to grow
Sometimes I wake up at 3AM and see my name
spelled out in smoke
So when the devil comes to get me,
tell him I never had a soul
‘Cause when the anger reached my heart
it hardened into a lump of coal
Am I dead?
Not yet
But sometimes I think it’d be much better than
this
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Tinnitus
02:33
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Sharp tinnitus it keeps me up at night
A siren noise for the future
For years for miles an anti-paradise
With grave complacency no one seems to care
As another day comes and goes
Warm body turns cold
Can't shake the shiver or the chiming in my head
Can’t help but think we’re all just living for the end
Or dying for some form of relief
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5. |
Sleep City
03:13
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I spent that month in the shade
of my mother’s hospital stay
A thousand hairline fractures now
When will I ever catch a break?
And clearly you’re not feeling any better
since you got home
But I play ignorant so well
that I’m starting to convince myself
I’m sinking into my mattress again
Computer screen burns holes straight through my head
She says in the next 500 years
our planet will be dead,
smoke rising from her lips
But for now we’re all saving our money
We won’t be around for that long anyhow
But our lives matter
A blip on the radar, then gone forever
I painted pupils on my eyelids
So now you’ll never know when I’m asleep
I had a dream you were dying
Your eyes were open, you were watching TV
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6. |
Bad Souvenir
03:56
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There was a glare on the TV screen
Oh, please turn the light off
Not that it matters when there’s nothing to watch
Thrifted ourselves into oblivion
but I couldn't care less
now that we're buried underneath piles of trash
Accepting the fact we're stuck here
Being alive is so weird
Really should find a career
Wouldn't you like to disappear?
How could we lose a whole year?
Fuck off into the atmosphere
My future is crystal clear
Left on the shelf like a bad souvenir
I faked my death
Or was that just some dumb dream I had?
I can't believe you don't see through me
'Cause I can't shake the urge to just throw it all away
Feeling so content to just let things slip
'Cause I don't believe I'll ever change the way I think
You shouldn't have to witness
my slow descent
So comfortable around you
Free to be myself
Well, maybe I'm just depressed,
so much rather be somebody else
Trying to be a better friend
Start checking in on you again
But as soon as they drain the canal
it's back to sleeping in
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7. |
The Fire
02:37
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Four walls in my head in flames
A mental self-immolation replay
Scratch the blood from a bed bugs kiss
It left a stain
Thrusted from REM
No sense in holding onto my head
Try to unsee the fear in my retinas and brows
Conscious floats to the clouds
As the flames take hold again
Surrender my body to the burn
Again and again
How much of my limbs will crust and turn to dust in the end
Collect my skin don't tell a soul
Compose myself no one has to know
I am so ashamed for living these nameless days
I am so ashamed for hiding away the pain
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We were children laying on the couch
Foot-to-foot, watching ghosts rise from our mother's mouth
But now it's easier to pretend it's just smoke
Scribbled lyrics on the back of an old shopping list
Wondering if there's anything that we forgot to get
I skimmed right through your notebook and I couldn't believe what I read
Secret footage of your darkest plans that I couldn't get out of my head
But sometimes I swear I can see you escape
From in between thin lips and teeth
then just fade away
There's a cloud hanging over this house
Something doesn't feel right
Birds are crashing right into the windows
I can still hear you crying at night
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9. |
Private Reel
02:18
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Can’t let anyone see my shadows
Can’t let anyone have my time
Hoard it all to myself, by myself
The flash of a spinning reel in my head
A fast flicker for my own eyes
Brightness numbs my abject devastation
Accruing consequences
The film is overexposed
A harsh example for how I live my life
Losing detail approaching Fin
But it keeps spinning, spiraling out of control
Spinning, I don’t know I just don’t know
Accruing spectators
They’re here to watch some secret footage
Sit back, relax, enjoy the show
But I’ll never know
If it dies with me, if it dies with you
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Negatively struck, positively fucked
Absolutely losing appetite
In queue
Year of the Apath (sacrifice for a dime)
Pearl clutchers telling us to stay in line
Death’s due
Watch the machine kill (with shock and awe)
Praise to the bullet that ends it all
And austerity claims its prize
Caught in a compromise crossfire
Playing blind to omnipresent pain
Humans of wrested passion
Crimes which become the fashion
I saw the light fade from your eyes
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11. |
Hangnail
03:05
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Straining my eyes against endless screens
Being alive is a strange thing
Waving like static above your head while you sleep
I could tell you were dreaming such dark things
Salt stains on your discount self-help book
It doesn't get better
Your days are still strung together
by bits of bad weather
And I know I can't subtract from your map
I tried and I failed
Those thoughts stick around like a hangnail
in the back of your head
Taming my mind
I guess I'll spend the night
wandering the house with my flashlight
Standing outside in the rain with a knife in your hand
Those words got stuck in your head again
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