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Frozen on my Lips
04:37
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Frozen on my Lips
thoughts dripping
drooling from apathy
had the strangest feeling
feeling your need
gone tripping
tripping on fights and scenes
cannot remember
under our sheets
have no way to reconcile
(fuck off, be mine)
have no guts to draw the line
my words stay frozen on my lips
i can not make you cry
who am i now? Where's my god-damn pride?
Still frozen on my lips is this last (fuck you!) good-bye
who am i now? Where's the hate i bred inside?
Keep sipping
hard as it seems
calculating losses
brain cells and dreams
keep trying
attempting to flee
bars of stealing fractures
laugh at me
inside i'm building the pressure
brick by repulsing brick
lock down in St. Pleasure
now will i ever learn to escape from this
will i ever try at my own life
is there a me without you?
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2. |
Come Clean
05:41
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Come Clean
so follow me down to the depths of unexpected clarity
in the face of predicted clumsy steps in the darkness
now it's to late to accept i'm insane
all these shreds of incidental harmony
my brain worked out in vain
i don't wanna believe that there's nothing
out here in this world to help me, no
i don't wanna believe it's not worth a try
help me out with a flashlight
to illuminate the sun-burned cave of bone
it's not my fatal sacrifice
to scrape out my head
and dispose of this shit so i can
come clean
i refuse to give up on my world
that has tended my sense of perfection
ever-since my first futile creation of thoughts
now it's to late to accept i'm a slave to this shit
this insolent necessity
my brain worked out in vain
yeah I wanna believe that I found the
shortcut to sanity
yeah I wanna believe it's worth a try
my truth feels untrue in a stranger's throat
the key is madness
for only inside lies the simplicity of twirling, twisting thoughts
only inside my own revelations thrive for existence
only inside the capacity can be filled
the failing and ever failing attempts to explain
they tire, they die
steel complex and unyielding
forced through the sieve of language
the very way of telling becomes its barrier
producing only shreds, splinters
lonely voiceless, brainless creatures
fighting for their right to exist in a lost and overwhelming battle
for no man, no engineer, much less machine
will reassemble the vague pile of shredded wisdom
born from the innermost heart
the key is madness
diving into the vast and open opportunities
embedded in a detached mind
set free from sanity and the will to relate
its shackles become engines
truth lies open
yet comprehension ever fails
help me
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3. |
Trust Destroys
07:50
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Trust Destroys
truth is a gift to the beloved
lies are the fodder of slaves
real is the meal of the exalted
betrayal is the flesh drawn from the weak and frail
I am not the innocent killer i'd like you to see
the weak in me will use the weak in you
trust destroys the need to be true
sung is the song of the desperate
wrong were the words that I chose
real were the signs of ignorance
betrayal is the flesh drawn from the weak and sure
I am not the knight in shiny skies as passion implies
the weak in me will use the weak in you
trust destroys the need to be true
I need to be under control
and I guess it serves me right
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4. |
The Splinter
05:19
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The Splinter
hold me down take yourself out the way
you're pretending conscience on display
lift me up to cut my feet away
fill my lungs to take my breath away
psychotic sight let me just pierce it all away
now I am the splinter through your eyes
go try to pull me out
now I am the splinter through your eyes
no time to pull me out
gleaming hot intruding metal straw
suck out flawed inception swallow all
singing flesh the cleansing of today
fill you up to take the blame away
see it so clearly now the pale moon rising high
now I am the splinter through your eyes
go try to pull me out
now I am the splinter through your eyes
no time to pull me out
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