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Black Holes
03:34
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Drive far out of this town
Waste another one of these hours together
To be amongst the smokers and strangers
So no one will ever know the things that
We’ve done to each other
Good God, her mind is a black hole
Good God, her mind is a black hole
Two lives and quickly running out of ground
I’m sick and tired of all these fuckers and dangers
No one ever heard me say it would last forever
I wish we could have remained back in September
Good God, his mind is a black hole
Good God, his mind is a black hole
Taking all my time
But don’t forget my face
I’m not leaving alone
But i know that this isn't my place
Taking all my time
But don’t forget my face
I’m not leaving alone
But i know that this isn't my place
Good God, her mind is a black hole
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Daydreaming
03:31
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Laugh lines and the ghostly porcelain
The blood and the cartilage
Some bad luck and some bitter love
Running out of oxygen
Slow down, deep breath, and hold my hand
Surviving is more than I can stand
Some bad blood and mostly adoring boys
The good are just dying men
Some bad love and some broken homes
Running out of oxygen
Slow down, deep breath, and hold my hand
Surviving is more than I can stand
Reenacting polaroids, and we’re off all paranoid
I’m so annoyed
Pretty lights and dirty nights
She was filling up her void
Her void
With daydreaming
She’s daydreaming
Daydreaming (daydreaming)
Hopeless feeling
Daydreaming
Hopeless feeling
Silent screaming
She’s daydreaming
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No God (Cult of Hate)
02:40
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gotta keep it morbid digging up these corpses
of my own denial twist
keep their eyes a-gleamin’
dirty eyes a-dreamin’
from the thrones of an iron fist
skeletons of bastards sons of paranoia
living in a dead-end state
fatherless disasters
motherless, the bastards
orphans of? of the cult of hate
We ain’t got no God
we live off your blood
don’t test me little man
we shoot first to kill and fake the answers later
thoughts and things discordant
chaos burning torches
broken lists and tied up wrists
skeletons of bastards
motherless disasters
orphans of? of the cult of hate
We ain’t got no God
we live off your blood
don’t test me little man
we shoot first to kill and fake the answers later
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Cycles
04:02
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Cycling the seasons
Holding hands with inner demons
Picture- perfect portrait
If I lived in a different city
You’re hiding in your daydreaming
Silent movies but inside screaming
Torture circuit, never forfeit
We love and lose but we never pity
When we were kids, it was simpler
Chalk lines and maps in our palms
Radio FM simple songs
Now we’re swimming through the darkness again
You’re hiding in your daydreaming
Silent movies but inside screaming
Torture circuit, never forfeit
We love and lose but we never pity
When we were kids, it was simpler
Chalk lines and maps in our palms
Radio FM simple songs
Now we’re swimming through the darkness again
Will you catch me when I fall?
Would you catch me when I fall?
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Strangers
04:18
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Your starry eyes mixtape
The songs that made us feel
I keep playing back the tapes
To try to prove you were real
Dreaming to the sound of you
Of a house up on a hill
A fool for you that lost the line
But if I try I can feel you still
Feel you like I could
Hand in hand
On a path with you
I thought I saw your face
But it’s him who’s in my place
My memory has been erased
But if I try I can feel you still
Feel you like I could
Hand in hand
On a path with you
I thought I’d been here once before
Can’t find the path to the door
Did you find what you were looking for?
I can feel you, I can feel you still
Feel you like I could
Hand in hand
On a path with you
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framed but it ain’t
a pretty looking picture
bloody nails from
scraping coffin doors
an alibi’s a crucial fixture
I’m a bad guy
but this happens often
so crucify me, shove you in the coffin
a graphic thriller, six-gun loaded
there is only a single victor
morph into alter ego
slip on my trusted jumpsuit
nobody is safe here
there is nowhere to run to
choke on your credo
evil knows what we’re up to
you say that you’re the savior
well, let the devil come and find you
I’m a bad guy but this happens often
so crucify me, shove me in the coffin
a graphic thriller, six-gun loaded
there is only a single victor
I am denial, my mind is on the trial
the killing never went “out of style”
Don’t count the odds, count the bodies
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When You Were
05:06
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If there was ever a place
Before you were born
I would give this all away
For a moment or two
Alone with you
In the morning
When you leave me
Promise me you won’t wake
Golden Slumbers
Take you lightly
Go in peace, little one
Go in peace, little one
Silent in the universal womb
Underneath the golden light
You are never quite alone
I will always be with you
In the morning
When you leave me
Promise me you won’t wake
Golden Slumbers
Take you lightly
Go in peace, little one
Go in peace, little one
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Tyler
04:15
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Gunpowder lingers
On the left hand middle finger
Daddy wanted a man
And mama sang me to sleep
One last time
Conduct the choir singers
Harmonize to the .357 ringers
Daddy taught me to kill
But mama sang me to sleep
One last time
My feelings trail on curious
And my thoughts they are so furious
In the darkness of survival
The flashing lights are glorious
The flashing lights are glorious
Oh, the flashing lights are glorious
Whoa, the flashing lights are glorious
The flashing…
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Gun
03:03
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the devil's in the details
hide between the lead, liquor, razorblades
the complications are fatal
we're fighting demons in spare spades
Shotgun, go bulletproof
heart, call the operator
The devil's in the details
we'll find a new religion
in intertwining legs of lovers
a place only you and I will know
we'll find God in between the covers
shotgun, blindfold menagerie
three on the line fire squad of anarchy
bullet holes, empty shells
products from a factory
chemical prodigy, bottom line trajectory
the devil's in the details
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you don't know why
I should have told you
your love's unfolding
your fear has been creeping
Why do you cry?
I would have held you
your love's so owning
my anxiety isn't sleeping in
the world still turns
it'll turn for ages
you lived your life
rip out the pages
I'm aging quickly
but I've been keeping pretty busy
they keep saying I've got plenty
of time to kill
they keep passing me with no hesitation
with no signal of their relinquish
you're only getting more broken
I'm only getting older
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The Ephinjis Denver, Colorado
|| Ivan || Alex || Christian ||
Denver rock n' roll.
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