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Poisoned Love
04:10
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Poisoned love burning through my veins
Public suicide for sale, or so they say
Hit the lights boy, take it off girl
Pay the piper for you're far too gone to care
Don't they see what they've become?
Twisted, turning inside out
But I won't let them change me
I've seen it happen all before
Skin on skin, the pleasure's worth the pain
The price to pay is worth the cost, or so they say
Take the hit boy, fall in line girl
A life of solitude is all you'll ever know
Don't they see what they've become?
Twisted, turning inside out
But I won't let them change me
I've seen it happen all before
Don't they see what they've become?
Twisted, turning inside out
But I won't let them change me
I've seen it happen all before
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A Change of Seasons
03:28
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Another summer night alone
Days grow short, the air grows colder
But it's hot as hell within the confines of this small town
Twenty-three never seemed so old
Wind is whistling through the trees that gave us shelter
Seasons change and so have I
A change of seasons brings a bittersweet reminder
Of friendships lost along the way
Colors fade, until I find my way back home
Cold wind blowing once again
Drifting forward, looking back
Dressed in black, the sun has set, we must move on now
Silence lingers through these halls
Snow is falling on the streets that gave us guidance
Lost until we find our way
A change of seasons brings a bittersweet reminder
Of friendships lost along the way
Colors fade, until I find my way back home
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Ecstasy
04:12
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I'll write myself away
Burn my eyes for you
Ecstasy is everything we need
Fame and fortune will bring you to your knees and die
Will you remember me?
When all is said and done
We spend our lives chasing what we want
Abusing love and trying to forget all we know
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Ode to Hors D'oeuvres
02:07
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Evergazing Eyes
03:35
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Take me downtown
And teach me your tricks
I'll learn quite well
And don't think too much
Make me your muse
And show me your game
I'll show you mine
But not without a trade
The sun has set, let's dance
Torture me so well
Nevermind their stares
Forever watching us again
Evergazing eyes, lead me to you know
Evergazing eyes, staring through me now
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7. |
Underground
03:29
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It's been a long year, living underground
With no place to call my own
And there's no shelter here, standing in the cold
And nobody even knows
Oh lord, you let me down
Laid my friend beneath the ground
Burn my letters, hold my calls
'Till there's nothing left at all
A week's gone by, the changes written on the wall
He was a boy about my age
He slipped and fell into a never-ending sleep
Left his stories on the page
Oh lord, you let him down
Cut him off and shut him up
How'd you like it if I played you just the same?
Oh wait, I think that I just did
It's been a long year, living underground
Hanging pictures on the wall
Won't you break me from this prison cell so cold?
And lead me down that hall
Oh lord, you let us down
Cut the cord and watch us burn
Won't you laugh it up? There's more to go around
Don't you know that it's your turn?
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Welcome home to the land of the free
Free to lose your mind
A bill of rights, but who's right to be so wrong?
Woken up again from an American Dream
Back to reality, a sad shadow of a nation long lost
Corrupt with power but not entitled to use it
Propaganda force fed to us like pigs prepared for a slaughter
While gluttonous hogs feast off our bones
If you're wrong, take it out on me
And if you're right, there's nothing left to say
And if you've won, turn your rust to gold
But if you're wrong, throw yourself away
Resurgence of the fourth reich here in America
Silently, swiftly, creepin' through your area
Hysteria
No rights left from Miranda
As she feeds us propaganda like a fuckin' cafeteria
Give us a voice just to zip up our lips
Given no choice but just to stick to the script
'Cuz improvisation is a threat to the nation
An invasion on the United States of Corporation
A stain on the image they keep tryin' to paint
The portrait of sinner, depicted as a saint
But a saint ain't meant to be one to deceive
Abuse power and cease to occupy overseas
But when we as a people occupy Wall Street
We get beaten and sprayed, cuffed and taken away
Nothing less than Marshal Law with the NDAA
They just label us as terrorists and lock us in the bay
If you're wrong, take it out on me
And if you're right, there's nothing left to say
And if you've won, turn your rust to gold
But if you're wrong, throw yourself away
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End(less)
04:21
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Visions of my past appear to me in my sleep
Thoughts long forgotten, manifest themselves
Within the depths of my mind
Reason and logic cannot explain
The happenings within my head
Insomnia is nothing new, a habit long accustomed
Hours spent pondering my interpretation
Of right and wrong
Piercing the silence of words unspoken
Desperation makes its plea
Staring blankly into a future unknown by all
Why I put myself through this endless torment?
I'll never know
Wounds heal with time, or so we're told
So what happens when time stands still?
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