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Kayfabe
04:07
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Drunken mayor missed my baptism bloodbath
Slept as I burned the bastard cradle black
And killed every goddamn thing that stood in my path
Holding to hope for some black velvet dreams
Tension in the shift blew the faultline at the seams
Top 3 bullet of the century
This muddy river won't make me clean
Muddy river won't make me clean
All these bones hiding beneath
Can't hold as many secrets as me
I was the loneliest bastard that ever lived
Ghosts got nothin' on the glare of a lamp in the wrong circumstances
Riverside sweat ripplin' down the masses
Skinnin' me alive won't make me any deader
Make up something to make sure they remember
Cuz sometimes the myth is better
Give me your guilt and innocence, sick and insane
In all your sorrowfully reminiscent dementia
And keep your gas chambers primed for the sons of Cain
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Tombstone Tempest
05:20
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I can't tell you how many times
I've been hit by parked cars
I can't tell you how many times
I've been hit by parked cars
And let the everlasting clothesline
Bind my arms in the backyard
In my back pocket, I keep a story
That I don't and won't ever tell you
In my back pocket, I keep a story
That I don't and won't ever tell you
So pretentious, it's already bored me
I just hope it sells a copy or two
What am I to do
When what holds me together isn't glue?
I digress, my answer is yes
And I don't want a no from you
Hook, line, and sinker; bruised ocean blue
A sordid prelude to this forever
Hook, line, and sinker; bruised ocean blue
A sordid prelude to this forever
The kind you couldn't warm to
If we were martyrs together
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I slip out of the evening like a bath gone cold
It drips over my shoulders where I stand
Distant drums beat in my belly
And I breathe in the clouds obscuring the stars and exhale
Celestial shotgun to clear my mind
And a bud begins to loosen in its viridian sheath
I welcome the dark, waiting
My thoughts ascend to the sky robbed of evanescent curtains
Orion calls me by a new name
But it's always been mine
And I shiver, I scream at the infinite
Age has rearranged in me a sharp, scarring truth
With which only this particular place could have ever presented me
Age has rearranged me
I turn to you, you trace the lines on my alien face
Foreign body, the heat from your fingers and invasive reminders of
Corporeality
And I melt when touched like a glass of rotgut whiskey
In the bed of a stranger's truck
I'll stop hoping you'll come home
And start wishing on Rigel, may you have the very best of luck
The very best of luck
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I'm prepared to pay for your sins and mine
My barbed wire crown, tangled in my hair
Alone on a hill, happy to be left there to die
Nailing myself to this cross I bear
And it's a crawl, and it's a long
It's a long crawl to the city of mercy
I accept my unfortunate position
As a failed experiment in your sociology
As patron saint of the sickest sons of bitches
Unsure of where I'm gonna spend my eternity
And it's a long haul, it's a long
It's a long haul to the city of mercy
I don't care to ask why my fingers play
Music I can't fucking stand to face
Hands weren't meant to hurt like mine
I was born to divorce the grave
And when the railroad men come to retrieve their spikes
They'll raise their glasses to my palms and drink my blood like wine
I could block out the sun with the shadow I cast
Salt this patch of earth with water and blood
With arms open wide to embrace sweet hindsight at last
With regret in my heart for nothin' I've done
And it's a long fall, it's a long
It's a long fall from the city of mercy
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Scenefuck
03:34
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The only time you want my mouth open
Is when you wanna put somethin' of yours in it
You sit thinkin' that I don't have a limit
But you're wrong, you're wrong, cuz you broke it
So if you could, I just have one request
Could you remember to click a pic when you go and blow yourself?
Forget the moonlight, my dear
The doors you promised to help me open
Suddenly shut faster than my milk-white thighs did
Only the undertaker knows what you need
But I know damn well what you want
So before you roll over and let me rest
Run your frigid fingers through my hair and tell me who's the best
The only time you want my mouth open
Is when you wanna put somethin' of yours in it
You pretend that I don't have a limit
But you're wrong, and you know it
So if you could, I just have one request
Could you remember to click a pic when you go and blow yourself
To hell?
Forget the moonlight, my dear
It's too cold to hold close
There is nothing but darkness here
There is nothin' but darkness here
My dear
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He Was a Capricorn
05:07
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Was it so short ago that you held me
In my bed and you slept the sleep
Of the sweetly satisfied
Full as it were
As it were
And only the very best of seers could have told me
That this would be
Perfect, but fake,
For your face never faces my own
Was it so short ago that you pushed me
To my hands, and you slipped
The slip of the endless waterslide
Want as it were
As it were
And only the very worst of thieves could have told me
This heist would be flawless
But seamed, for what stings
Never seems to have shone
It’s just a predilection
A momentary craze
'Til the end of all our days
Was it so short ago that you kissed me
On my neck and you breathed the breath
Of the bestial vagabond
Lost as it were
As it were
And only the very brightest souls could have told me
This fire would be hotter
But dead, for we die
Never daring to drown
It’s just a predilection
A momentary craze
You planted your little seeds
In my skin, now they’ve all sprouted
And my body’s riddled
Swarming with these worms
'Til the end of all my days
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