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Picking through the ashes all day long.
The risk is that I'm asking, not what I'm asking about.
Catching up; the passing is all too sweet.
Racing games between you and me, yeah.
The truth is in the system, lay it out.
Got my hands all dirty, you're washing out your mouth.
Peeling back the layers, get down low.
You resign to try to keep it shallow.
And I concede the poison seeds you sow,
I find it funny.
But the grills you greet keep time on metronome.
They're peaking through,
And now the ground's gonna keep on shifting, don't you know?
I find it funny.
But now you've gone and broke my heart.
Letters are for ledgers, not for eyes.
Eyeing up the people who bring it to the light.
Light a piece of tinder - she won't mind.
Minds are what you try to keep in shadow.
And I concede the poison seeds you sow,
I find it funny.
But the grills you greet keep time on metronome.
They're peaking through,
And now the ground's gonna keep on shifting, don't you know?
You're frozen, dummy.
But now you've gone and broke my heart.
Thinking it through cause I have to.
Wishing the hints came in faster.
Slave has now turned to master,
and what do you know - no disaster.
Thinking it through cause I have to.
Wishing the hints came in faster.
Slave has now turned.
And I concede the poison seeds you sow,
I find it funny.
But the grills you greet keep time on metronome.
They're peaking through,
And now the ground's gonna keep on shifting, don't you know?
So, let's make money.
But now you've gone and broke my heart.
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Droning Out
04:20
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My bones are full of calm and water.
My bones are full of roil and fire.
My bones are brittle as a girder.
Can't break 'em so don't even try.
Collapse a house of cards.
Relapse - it's not too hard.
My skin is pulsing with a fervor.
My skin is numbing from the chill.
My skin, it glistens with a fever.
So healthy that I'm always ill.
Collapse a house of cards.
Relapse - it's not too hard.
Playing out a song that you left in my head.
Looking at a lazy seat.
Thinking of a boat ride; a walk on the hill.
Pretty girls I got to meet.
Going back and forth like a pendulum swing.
Looking for an action call.
Droning out a line as it winds through the air.
Pin me up against the wall.
My head is humming from the narrows.
My head, it understands the law.
My head is rolling with the arrows.
Keep moving or they'll get a lock.
Collapse a house of cards.
Relapse - it's not too hard.
Playing out a song that you left in my head.
Looking at a lazy seat.
Thinking of a boat ride; a walk on the hill.
Pretty girls I got to meet.
Going back and forth like a pendulum swing.
Looking for an action call.
Droning out a line as it winds through the air.
Pin me up against the wall.
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3. |
Lucid Like Lucy
03:33
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The eyes roll back, the digits quake, I'm out of bounds.
And I'd stop floating anchors but it won't allow
Me to flutter back, cause, yeah, it's true.
The pull is all too full, so I assume we've got a choice.
A pupil check, she's in the next room cuttin' rails.
So, spare it cause I knew just what it all entailed.
And people using is not nearly as real
As making sure your gun outweighs your shield, and here's the rub.
I'm running out of blue, I'm in your arms.
And when I'm coming to, the seas are calm.
The matchbook cover listens while my girl complains.
The fruit flies hover over, but I can't explain.
To Lucy all the games we play we lose.
And I'd be runnin' for cover if she knew about the truth.
I'm running out of blue, I'm in your arms.
And when I'm coming to, the seas are calm.
I'm losing plots.
Have or have-nots.
I wish to be
Lucid like Lucy.
And when they come I'll wake up
From the sleep I made up.
Smoke is clear, I'm losing.
All the same excuses.
Now I don't wanna whine, but it's all over now.
I'd love to cover Lucy but I don't know how.
I'm running out of blue, I'm in your arms.
And when I'm coming to, the seas are calm.
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4. |
Cancel Out, Counsel In
03:26
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Let's go, there's a fire brigade at the door.
Long in tooth, and to tell the truth I ignore
All advice, and I pay the price, but it's oh, so low.
All the weight's on my other leg,
Fending off the unknown.
All the shots you try not to make.
Shoulder soaked to the bone.
All the weight's on my other leg.
They won't leave us alone.
Using up all my better lines,
Just to keep you at home.
Come now, we both knew this was in the mail.
And while we toasted the bourbon, telling our tales,
You were drinking to steel yourself,
But it's oh, too late.
All the weight's on my other leg,
Fending off the unknown.
All the shots you try not to make.
Shoulder soaked to the bone.
All the weight's on my other leg.
They won't leave us alone.
Using up all my better lines,
Just to keep you at home.
Time will come in like erasers,
and blur all the hurt.
Let's go there's a fire brigade at the door.
All the weight's on my other leg,
Fending off the unknown.
All the shots you try not to make.
Shoulder soaked to the bone.
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5. |
Extra Credit
03:34
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I keep telling you, I'm dispelling the hexes you cast.
For the hell of it, I'm fortelling this vexing won't last.
Now you know it's true, when I'm feeling the way that I do.
Thoughts are far and few. There's no way in the world to get through.
Wishing for reprieve, on my knees but my exits are sound.
Kiss before I leave, misbelieving the 'what' and the 'how.'
Minus and the plus. Scandalous is a hell of a way.
Fine I'll miss the bus, it's the start of a shiny new day.
Got a little rug to beat; here's a bit of mystery.
Extra credit ain't worth a damn.
Gonna go and soak my head. Making sure the dogs are fed.
Measured habits and weathered hands.
Whatcha yelling for? I'm a'sellin' so mention a price.
Bet you're wanting more, with a calling that's ever so nice.
I'm your golden boy; why it's only a little bit more.
Trying to employ my unfolding and brick up the door.
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