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Happy Accident
03:55
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I don't like this sense of recklessness
I promise you I will improve this prison step by step
But until then its choppy waters and chilling gusts of wind
this downward spiral, I see demons as I spin.
I'm a walking, living, breathing science experiment, but so unaware of it
You can die and resurrect and still be viewed as a derelict just due to my carelessness
They said the cause of death was a lack of common sense
Oh the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence
and here they come again, watch them bite their nails in suspense
to find out this was all a happy accident
I accidentally ingested arsenic, a part of it, a particle, a few parts loose inside my skull
A cornucopia of coping skills distorted into truth
Oh but what else can I do
What else can I do
You can't carve a hole in a conscience being
Sorry, shallow seasons greetings
When I all want is a quiet evening
All I want is a quiet evening
Quite the turn of events, its a necessary mess
And you ask for explanations of which there were various
But you obviously weren't prepared for this
Crawling out of my confines
Shooting enemies on sight
My head just isn't screwed on right
My head just isn't screwed on right
Nothing ever comes on time
It all just moves counterclockwise, Oh God.
This friendly face was a facade that I put on
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2. |
All Black Suits
04:38
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Here I go, into the sky
Blood and gore and anger do not fail to seize the eye
This time all the angels will not help the crying wives and brothers dressed in all black suits hope for the fallen lives
But I'll be dressed in white
I found love
In a house with guns
Chased the white-faced dove
Into the house of sons
When will I follow these trees
Empty nests of birds and kids that we cannot feed
Let me speak with Judas, I don't wanna be a priest
Next time I'm in church, I swear I'm not falling on my knees
When will this world know peace?
I found love
In a third world slum
Caged the flying dove
It's in a world of scum
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U.F.O.
03:46
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Positive signs that my pupils reflect right back at you
Could be a chance at salvation, perhaps its a crapshoot
Perfectly positioned, I'm a particle of matter
Take a step down off your ladder and you'll see
It doesn't matter, I'll be right here smoking shatter
Watching this world revolve around me
This world doesn't revolve around me
I revolve around it all day
We're all surrounded, a floating axis
We don't exist, it's anaphylactic shock
Riding on a terrible train of thought
When I should just be riding away
Pedaling backwards right through heaven's gates
But please don't pray, 'cause I don't believe in the bible
Killing for god's so ballistic and tribal
We're all chanting in tounges
Dying beneath the hot African sun
And I don't belong
Yeah I'm taking my garments and facepaint off
And all hope is lost
Humans are sacrificed, these days we're all on the cross
Without scars, without surgery
We all lie here together, worthless human beings
Are we all worthless human beings
What does it mean to be worth anything
A white wall asylum, a gold wedding ring
People aspire to be many things
I'm choking on asphalt, I'm ashing a joint
We don't have much time left so get to the point
No, I'm not an anarchist, I'm just annoyed
I overanalyze, I can't enjoy
No, I can't enjoy
The tale has been told before
We're puppets on strings
We're feeble and frightened, feeling ashamed
It's a fallout
I'll float off to space, have an oxygen drought over time
And die out
I'll be an unidentified flying object, I'll make a mess
A constellation of my consciousness
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