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Ode 2: Anything
03:40
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you tried again and again. wasted hours wasted heart.
for the fans, for the fame, for anything its art.
a therapeutic creation that falls apart.
you snapped your neck getting out of bed
and you'd give anything to restart.
this is an ode to anything.
you gotta pick up the pieces and move on.
you never know what nature may decide.
the tiny voice in the back of your head
could explode into something that just has to be heard again.
you gotta pick up the pieces and move on.
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Steve
03:13
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did you know when you went off alone?
did you think 'this is it?' no nothing, no goodbye.
fuck no, not alone.
it couldn't have been your night
when you walked into the woods
that bottle was a knife
and no one understood
it cut you open
your demons jumped out
you drank to death. they took you down.
demons took my uncle down.
you were ripped away at such a young age.
all alone that shitty night. and no one saved your life.
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Goiter
02:52
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its impossible to see beyond the silver glass in grey and green.
and it seems to be the case, we could choose to replace
science with a higher being.
we grind our gears and wind up in a never ending nothing.
we don't know shit.
and when you're dead you'll be underground.
worms are eating you. they seem so happy.
a happy family singing a song.
you gotta take it in stride. burnt again, waiting outside.
but the birds sound happy, singing that song.
soon they'll be eating happy worms.
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Those Swords
03:10
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drop dead? no, you never said.
those words don't mean a thing to me.
so carry on.
dope sick, will you hold my hand?
this same old shit, over again and over again.
hanging out in rooms we wish were ours.
ranting out a mantra in just 12 bars.
i wanna see a morning, free of shooting, free of warning.
where violence fucking died and no one wondered why.
i don't see what's wrong with never going over where
they're sending arrows through the air at everything they see.
no one knows where we go when we die. we're all alone.
drop dead? no, you never said.
those words don't mean a thing to me.
so carry on.
dope sick, will you hold my hand?
this same old shit, over again and over again.
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5. |
Everyone
03:28
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what's up? not again. i wanna go somewhere i've never been.
tough shit, stupefied. the lights are on but no one's inside.
i'm not against anyone. just everyone.
everyone knows the words to their favorite song.
and everyone knows to say what their heart wants.
everyone is perfect but you know that isn't true.
everyone's gone so fucking stupid over you.
oh shit, just pretend i gotta get somewhere. home again.
no chance. i'm fucked. and everyone is gone.
there are secrets to be found
in dusty tomes buried underground.
we were prophesied as king and queen with wisdom so profound.
but we lost it all away or gave it all away.
who's to say when, why, or how? everyone, the time is now.
no looking back.
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N
03:56
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where do you think we go when we die?
and what do you think our stupid prayers sound like to a god?
there is a future in front of me, its so bleak.
its hanging from a tree.
sailing off into that unknown state of nothingness forever.
you won't know much of anything anymore.
you won't feel the pain of every day and every soul.
and i know why you're so afraid.
there's a god of death at your door every day.
what do you think our stupid prayers sound like to a god?
sailing off into that unknown state of nothingness forever.
you won't know much of anything anymore.
you won't feel the pain of every day and every soul.
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