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thrice
03:28
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I used to spin at the wheel
Throwing glances to anyone nearby
Hoping they'd grant me three wishes
One: I'd leave this place
Two: get a new face
And save the third for a while
Can I create my own faith
And can it be true what they say that it
All gets better
If by some twist of fate
The world treats me fairly
Would it make up for the past it served me
The irony of success brought to thou sinners
Who dost proclaim their innocence
Righteous are those who stand before me
Eyes in front of their hearts, wanting for naught
I haven't got that full lips natural beauty to hide behind
All my insecurities to make up for the carcass inside
My fingers swell from all the clay
I try to excavate from my brain
Dense, but porous, it lets me play
A tidal breakdown, and it's washed away
But I fail even the righteous with my selfish pain
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veins
05:20
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Today I sliced open my vein
And no matter what I did I couldn't stop the flow of red, and I
I wondered again what I ever did to deserve this
So I went to the cemetery
Where last March we consecrated his ashes
And I saw a few cars parked there
And it made me wonder, how do we overlap
Cause I saw a few others there too
And it made me wonder, what's our hurry
Lives end and they begin again
We overlap, we stand there alone in tears, we lose our past lives
We see each other pass and then, we remember how long it's been
Since we laughed
Remember how we forget our paths
So I went to a bar tonight and I
Sang songs with my friends
And we bombed the songs we sang, but
No one noticed or they just didn't care
And it made me wonder, if I'll ever forgive myself
And it made me wonder, about your life
And I look at the moon in the blue sky
And I know one day I'll be scattered ashes here on Earth, too
I'll be ashes, here on Earth, with you
And I don't know why
It takes me so long to see
And I don't know if you would've approved of me
But I bet one day, it'll come to me
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decant
04:37
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Scour my hands, the membrane breaks again
My brain tells me it's not content until it sees red
It burns, until it feels right again
I catch my own eye in the mirror as it unfolds
Internal reflections, irrational flickers in my eyes
I put the mask on, oh, it's a monumental task
Will I, won't I, ever stop
Will I, won't I, ever stop
A slave to bacteria, my mind's a cafeteria for
Pathogen obsession, chewing on the tendrils of my amygdala
Will I, won't I, ever stop
Will I, won't I, ever stop
Cause when I tell 'em what's wrong in me
I get only one of two things
A head turned away, provincial minds that have no time for mine
Oh no
Will I, won't I, ever stop
Will I, won't I, ever stop
Washing my hands at a friend's place
Wondering if I'll decant all the soap in one take
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I was driving and Nirvana came on
Rape me, it said
And I can remember a time, I would've cried when I heard those words
And I can remember a time, I cried when I felt those words
Why did this happen to me and why does this happen (why did this happen to me and why does this happen)
Why did this happen to me and why does this happen (why did this happen to me and why does this happen)
All my life, all I've ever done is wait
I lingered for so long it became a mistake
I'm a monk, caught in a cold sweat
Remembering the present pain when I lived the words
Rape me
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rose
05:12
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If our atoms acted as if they were plants
Behaved live chlorophyll, we'd breathe in the sun
Through every pore, oh, our poor souls would see
What old cows have in store for their lives
Maybe then, you and I
Would lay, your calloused hand in mine
Basking in the rays of our very own spectral class
G2 star
What if we change the world
What if we changed the world
What if we change the world
What if we
Once I was falling asleep and I
Felt something touch me, and I
Reached out and felt the past
It ran right through me
And the future ghost of you said to me
You'll find me
Maybe then, you and I
Would lay, your calloused hand in mine
Basking in the rays of our very own spectral class
G2 star
What if we change the world
What if we changed the world
What if we change the world
What if we
But I guess by any other name
You would smell
As sweet
So maybe then, you and I
Would lay, your calloused hand in mine
Basking in the rays of our very own spectral class
G2 star
What if we change the world
What if we changed the world
What if we change the world
What if we
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blip
03:14
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Is there a word for that
Monumental time that it takes
For our brains to fill in the blank spaces
Of what's there and what's gone
The volumes of emptiness
Our lives, then you're gone without a trace
A blip, a blip, a blip
Oh
And I try to tell my mom and dad that
Money just don't pay the rent anymore
And last year I almost died and then I
I remembered that I saw a light once
So I kept on, without a trace
A blip, a blip, a blip
Oh
Mmm
A blip, a blip, a blip
Oh
A blip, a blip, a blip
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7. |
The Painter
04:48
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Can I even explain the depths of my failures to you
They're not everything, but I know they're most of me
Then, you were counting on me
And now, I can't even sleep right
Rattled air, grasping for my confidence and
Coming up short
Endlessly spinning, stuck in a vacuum of
How did I ever believe when you said I was important
So I close my eyes and don't open them
Until they reach the big blue
And my fists stay clenched when I ask Them
What's the truth
I'm just asking, cause I need to be
The Painter can't see if their hands aren't free
I'm just asking, cause I need to be
The Painter can't see if their hands aren't free
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Ohh
Isn't it okay that we're all just thinking about death
More often
Because it's happening
Cause we think it's worse than before
Worse than the billions that came before, us
Ohh
But our death is worse in a way
Because we're smart enough to prevent more lives from
Losing their shine
It's just that the powerful entities that want to provide for their families
Reside, God-like
Over the rest of us all
And so we die (and so we die)
And so we die
And so we die
Ohh
Sometimes with pride, sometimes without
Sometimes with a grin in our mouths
Knowing that currency is power
But our souls have power too
Ohh
Ohh
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9. |
lapis lazuli
04:40
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I asked if you'd come in
Or if you'd rather stay out
I told you it doesn't matter
Either way it won't change what you believe
Who is it? I ask
I hear a knock at the door
But wait, I gotta get dressed first
Who is it? But wait
I already know
They like to put on a show
The façade of my little house
I painted azure just for you
To admire, oh, can you see the lights flicker
Through the panes, through the panes
Who is it? I ask
I hear a knock at the door
But wait, I gotta get dressed first
Who is it? But wait
I already know
They like to put on a show
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10. |
monsters and the sheep
03:53
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I'm always trying to write a song
To the tempo of my own heartbeat at night
When I'm trying to catch some sleep
When I'm near the monsters and the sheep, oh
And they call, and I'm gone
I'm already gone, oh
I'm never one to lay down easy
Even after hours and a haze of drudgery
Falling down the rabbit hole is welcomed by me
All the while I'm tossing and turn, around synapses
So take a shot, right now, and you'll see
The best you could ever see of me
Pray she gets some sleep
Before the night becomes dawn and the lights leak over the horizon, before
She rises
Before the night becomes dawn and the lights leak over the horizon, before
She rises
I'm always trying to write a song
To the tempo of my own heartbeat at night
When I'm trying to catch some sleep
When I'm near the monsters and the sheep, oh
And they call, and I'm gone
I'm already gone
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Zys Bowling Green, Kentucky
rockabye folk solo project from Kentucky
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