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Rosary Beads
03:25
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I beg forgiveness that I'm wasting all your minutes,
I'm not looking for a lover, I'm just looking for a witness,
And I'm crawling for a crown that don't sit on me like an illness,
but my maladies are killing me, I'm killing all my critics,
Rosary Beads and an ego that competes,
You're in love with you, and I'm in love with me,
Conversatings harder cuz' you make yourself a target,
I'm not looking for a lover, I'm just looking for a martyr,
and your deities can die with me I drown them in the harbour,
but this whole worlds just a plaything and it's mine and yours to conquer,
It's you and me until the gallows come between,
It's you and me until the gallows come between,
It's you and me until the gallows come between,
We're just an oxytocin scheme,
Inside a serotonin dream,
Until the gallows come between
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2. |
Flatlining
05:19
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Paying in shoestring
Til all of our money runs out on us,
Pennies and Darwin’s,
Til all of our minutes run out on us,
I’ve been flatlining,
I’ve been flatlining,
When I go I’ll leave roses for you, cigarettes by your bed,
I left my last sterling for you, just to clean out your head,
I leave black tea symphonies, intravenously, placed into your veins,
I’ll be stained across your teeth, disappointingly, bittered and disdained
So I’ll take the night bus home,
And you’ll still sleep with a loaded gun,
When I go I’ll leave hemlock for you, cigarettes at their ends,
All the bleach and all the bad times for you, all the heartaches I could lend,
And you covered your sutures, the stitches and the bruises, the futures on your palms,
The screaming seems so pointless, can’t drown out all the noises, of lovers in the dark.
And I flatline til’ valentines again
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3. |
Good Morning Cynicism
05:59
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Good morning cynicism, it seems a little salty,
but it's hard to wake up smiling when your 44. is faulty,
so I make myself a garden tea, hemlock and battery acid,
and I pack up all these lucid dreams and throw myself in traffic,
Stone heart and lungs collapse,
You got your head laid down on railroad tracks,
Cigarettes and panic attacks,
Good Morning, Good Morning,
I learnt I found in time, a loss of oxytocin,
so I wrap my feet in concrete and I swim out to the ocean
with a bag of tax free cigarettes and all the stamps that I’ve collected,
post myself a message and then smoke myself to death
I survive on a, caffeine neurosis,
Hammer blows to typewriters and nicotine psychosis,
I'll get by on my caffeine neurosis,
Hammer blows to typewriters and a nicotine psychosis,
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