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I Demand Euphoria
03:24
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Too Thick like Grenadine
So glimmering
So Shimmering
out grinning
in Grenadine
I need an old reminder
Thought it through and threw away
Lost my time in the time of day
Slips the words
Downsized my brain
I'm coming for you
You'll live to fight another day
The greatest wrong you'll never pay
Art is pointless and pretend
Lips in out and overspent
Their just more bad metaphors
Pushing with my image door
I'm feeling tired I"m feeling sick
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for ya looking in
I knows the words will run away
Another voice will speak say
You lost your chance before you it began
I'm coming for ya looking in
Just take another plunge ya said
Close your eyes and grab the thread
Their not much ego left to bend
I'm coming for you looking in
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2. |
Stoic
03:50
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3. |
My Colt 45
04:40
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n a white three piece of the finest cotton
The Gambler Frequents the riverboat often
Though the games on that ship would wax and wane with fashion
The Game of five card draw remained his passion
Many a man yearned for the secret to sucess
It's a jack up the sleeve and a bullet to the breast
and if you ask about those that could not pay theirs debts
Their feeding the catsfish on the mississpi depths
Draw a jack
Spit it back
Draw the Hammer
of my colt 45
On a fevered august night a drifter boarded
with stringy red hair and a face contorted
The drifters desire was a point of assumption
he came for the root of evils consumption
In the haze of his past he followed stonewall
while his wife was on the end of a musket ball
The drifter has frequently escaped death
the black on his fingers and the scars on his
*chorus*
As fate would orchestra the two men met
in a game of five card they began to bet
The pigeons dropped off and the stakes would raise
the table came down to a two cheater game
As the devil overlooked they bet everything they got
Each man shed his soul into that cursed part
The time had come but the revealed cards were damned
Aces and Eights of the same suit in each hand
Chorus
Two colt 45 rustled from their hustlers
Fire and Lead Sang Each shooter the Composer
A charge found home in the gamblers chest
Blown off the rails he drew his last breath
You can cheat all your life but you can't cheat death
You can cheat all your life but you can't cheat death
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You said my mind is some place I'd like to stay
I said my mind is some place I can't get away
outside outside outside outside
I feel so small
Inside yellow finger prints plaster the
walls
HEY Everything I'm saying right now is worthless
Hey what you said said said wasn't worth this
Hey Wait Skip that last line
All This All This All This All this just for some ink
to write down words misinterpret what I don't not think
scratch out old methods of making concreate
crawl into lumpy dirt and admit defeat
*How do you spell redundant? Looks good*
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Building sand castles out of teeth
what kind of man do you think I am
I don't really wanna know
Duct taped to repeat
what kind of ape do I wanna be
Now I really wanna know
The colors all off beat
does that count as a poem
well you really oughtta know
well you really oughtta know
in the midsts of all the action
we forgot the interaction
in the middle of the progress
we decided to regress
Things are going normal
yet I'm feeling abnormal
in the middle the moment
I wanna leave
Shuffling shoe less feet
how low is low
well I really don't know
Building sand castles out of teeth
what kind of man do you think I am
I don't really wanna know
I don't really wanna know
As if there was enlightenment
in any line of words
my opinions are really just dirt
you go to sleep
you lie in your bed
you wake up as not you
in the end
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What you see if what you've broken
will go with what's been taking
you say your senses faking
pink green violet don't forget crimson
Textures smooth have become prickily
your tear drop holes are glossy
your safe haven is gooey
feelings feel without a jury
All you ever know will leave you
all your love will turn to hate you
the songs you sing will play without you
they'll all go on and dance without you
strongest muscle become tasteless
your face on face is faceless
all you ever knew of taste is
life within is life without this
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I think I'll lay here awhile
Pool my dreams like bile
You turn your eyes in on me
I'll give you a big toothy smile
Alright I'm going away
I think I found my Treble
I push and pull the levers
My speakers shoot fire
That's how we heat eachother
The bass is tasting sour
More Obscure by the hour
A girls priced right at twenty
But you and me together are too many
Sulking at the midway store
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8. |
Mad About You
02:58
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Feel the vibe, feel the terror, feel the pain
It’s driving me insane
I can’t fake
For God sakes why am i
Driving in the wrong lane
Trouble is my middle name
But in the end I’m not too bad
Can someone tell me if it’s wrong to be so mad about you
Mad about you
Mad
Are you the fishy wine that will give me
A headache in the morning
Or just a dark blue land mine
That’ll explode without a decent warning
Give me all your true hate
And I’ll translate it in our bed
Into never seen passion, never seen passion
That it why I am so mad about you
Mad about you
Mad about you
Mad
Trouble is your middle name
But in the end you’re not too bad
Can someone tell me if it’s wrong to be
So mad about you
Mad about you
Mad
Give me all your true hate
And I’ll translate it in your bed
Into never seen passion
That is why I am so mad about you
Mad about you
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10. |
Rabbits Run in Prides
03:20
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There are
worse things than being too late
then you realize it's too late
Everything I do is such a waste
you don't I do
You've already eaten the bait
It's two too to easy
Shut up slow down and brace
I won't you will
Sand fleas at my place
So So So Sleazy
Cut up Cut out Face
Slips out
My
Sleeve
Engine Stop and Engine Go
No No No No
And I don't even wanna go
No No No
No Shit there I was more bullets in the air
Than air
Climb down gooseneck canyon
Fall asleep and stare
Throw in Europeans
Soaking clothes and hair
Throw up all my words now
Though I doubt
you
care
No Don't follow the trail of dead Armadillos
straight to New Orleans
Making miles moments
dragged around by my chain
no Big Sir won't falter
In a tin can avalanche
If your going down there
Three dead boys
in
vain
I don't wanna go I
I don't wanna go I
I don't wanna go I
I don't wanna go I
I don't wanna go I
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11. |
On Off
03:15
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