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Medusa
02:20
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I'll take a, laid back, panic attack
some Xanax mixed with, a tonic and Jack
two and one makes three, keep your eyes on me
20mg of Sertraline
I'll take one for the anger and one for fatigue,
one for the restlessness, and one just to sleep,
and if after half the bottle, your symptoms increase,
don't you worry too much, just call me.
I'm a master of trade,
spit in my face
and if you don't mind feeling numb half the time
the Prozac will offset the pain
Medusa! Destroy me, my love forevermore
the most beautiful thing I will see,
Medusa turn me to stone
I have to regulate serotonin intake,
so I don't lose my mind
I've been beat down, I've shopped around,
I've packed my bags, I'm leaving town,
you don't have to tell me twice
I'll take one for the loneliness and one for the grief,
one to stop this headache and another to sleep
cause if half my mind if normal, than the rest is diseased
and that thought don't bother me.
I'm a master of trade,
spit in my face
and if you don't mind feeling numb half the time
the Prozac will offset the pain
Medusa! Destroy me, my love forevermore
the most beautiful thing I will see,
Medusa turn me to stone
oh Medusa, leave me alone!
There ain't no cure
there ain't no easy way out
stone gaze like ice
I only take what I can give, you only give it for a price
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Ulcer
04:10
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My body is a broken home
empty promises keep the place filled with black mold
look into the pillars that grow strong with defeat
this foundation is old but kept warm with deceit
My body is a broken home
the echoes sound angry, they belong to the ghosts
through the windows come drafts, of secrets long-kept
mark these halls as the arms covered up with scar beds
and the carpet was torn up
to serve as a shortcut
for people who'd rather have an easy way out
and the faucets are all rusted, don't try them, just trust me
the last living occupants died from the drought
no grass grows here,
cause the land can't be fertile when watered with beer
and the tree branches above
were cut down when they died from neglect and no love
My body is a broken home
break the bread, epitaph, now we'll all make a toast
cause the high-beams run crooked, like muscles grow weak
and they moan with the wind, so you never get sleep
My body is a broken home
and I'm sorry if I'm not the very best host
I've had no chance to clean, since all my friends left
they destroyed the front yard, left the whole place a mess
and the parking lot's vacant, just empty space wasted
or loneliness just dying to find its way out
and my heart's just an ulcer, not a furnace, an imposter
I spend my time hoping that the pilot goes out
leave me alone,
cause I'd rather live sad then be struck with your stones
send a notice to evict
lets demolish the house of this sick little kid
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I'm trying to be strong mama
like the trees we planted when I was young
the same girl, who passed a graveyard,
and said a prayer for the skeletons
I'm trying to keep my chin up old man
you told me to never let em see me cry
the same girl who knew how to cope
when 'Hello' meant the last goodbye
Oooh (x2)
I just need to stay off of that street
at least until I'm strong enough to not sink to my knees
But every heartbreak song, like the falling leaves
are drifting through the branches of the very same trees
of this rotten town, this rotten old temple
I said I'd keep away if only I was able
But every heartbreak song, like the falling leaves
are drifting through the branches of the very same trees
Oooh (x2)
(Cinderblock)
I'm trying to be strong baby,
unlike the bones that refuse to fuse
or heal back crooked and awkward
say a prayer for the pulverized
I'm trying to remain standing
in the plot of toppled tombstones,
the same bones that held me upright,
clinking in the trees up above like wind chimes
Oooh (x2)
I just need to stay off of that street
at least until I'm strong enough to not sink to my knees
But every heartbreak song, like the falling leaves
are drifting through the branches of the very same trees
of this rotten town, this rotten old temple
I said I'd keep away if only I was able
But every heartbreak song, like the falling leaves
are drifting through the branches of the very same trees
Oooh (x2)
(Cinderblock)
I couldn't resurrect incinerated timber
but I tell you that it wasn't for a lack of trying
tears hiss, as they hit the hot embers,
I challenge you to do the same without crying
care hands digging through hot, burning ashes
desperate to find a molten locket or ring
a tree could sway and sigh, as if it knew passion
but even blackened branches green up in Spring
I just need to stay off of that street
at least until I'm strong enough to not sink to my knees
But every heartbreak song, like the falling leaves
are drifting through the branches of the very same trees
of this rotten town, this rotten old temple
I said I'd keep away if only I was able
But every heartbreak song, like the falling leaves
are drifting through the branches of the very same trees
Oooh (into outro)
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I could lose myself in you
(Do you really have to go)
But is that what I should do?
(Ask myself what am I doing)
I already feel the pull
(That first kiss, pulled me to you)
And the rest was my undoing
(It's like gravity for sure)
I could lose myself, lose myself, lose myself
I could lose myself, lose myself, lose myself
I could lose myself
I could plumb the depths of you
(depths of you)
Dive into the cloudy blue
(cloudy blue)
Try to swim up for one breath
(just one breath)
It's as sure as my hearts death
(my hearts death)
I could lose myself, lose myself, lose myself
I could lose myself, lose myself, lose myself
I could lose myself
Do you really have to go?
(I could lose myself in you)
Ask myself what I am doing
(But is that what I should do?)
That first kiss pulled me to you
(I already feel the pull)
And the rest was my undoing
(It's like gravity for sure)
I could lose myself, lose myself, lose myself
I could lose myself, lose myself, lose myself
I could lose myself
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5. |
Destroy
02:01
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I'm too short minded, to remember the bad things, that I've done this time
and I'm too long winded, the be the voice of reason that eases up your mind
Where are we going?
You lost the directions
The gas tank is empty
Cursed unspoken hexes
This road is a dead end and these miles are wasted
these acknowledged secrets that we've never tasted
Take it all away from here!
Etch designs on my bones in tar
Ghost of my former approaching me near
Shadows cast grow dark and far
I took a walk with you, cause you told me the same thing wouldn't happen this time
and I'm too hung up on you to listen to the rationale of my mind
I'm tired of hiking,
This landscape is vacant
I wish you'd forgive me
Cause I fucking hate this
The end of the road, yeah, we've tied both the nooses
unless you'll have mercy AND JUST FUCKING SHOOT US
I cannot touch what does not grow
Hypothermia burns my toes
Give me a sign that's conducive to Spring
Unless it's too late and I've destroyed everything
It's too late, I've destroyed everything
It' too late, I destroy everything
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Fallen
03:08
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Tell me not to worry about it when I'm young,
Now that I'm older, tell we what have I done?
Dare I deviate from the plan of my father's trembling hand?
For am I his ungrateful son?
Now take beauty, try and keep it on the shelf
Find comfort, trust nobody but yourself
Yes, it's safe and it's warm,
Eye of a fucking shitstorm
Just before the locust come in for the kill
Fallen dreams
Yes, the seasons, they change,
Lies grow old, with mothers age
The harvest calls Persephone home
Now I'm left with these scars that will not heal
The pain it devastates, but tell me, is it real?
Sworn to a creed, their tired old motif
But this is not my cross to bear
Trust in conflict, learn to give yourself a break.
Your heart won't put you though much more than it can take
You can forgive, you can forget
The River Styx has been crossed yet,
by men whose broken souls you could not save
Fallen dreams
Yes, the seasons, they change,
Lies grow old, with mothers age
The harvest calls Persephone home
Fallen dreams
Yes, the seasons, they change,
Lies grow old, with mothers age
The harvest calls Persephone home
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Echoes
03:11
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No sleep tonight, this bed was made for lovers
This couch feels alright, if we cannot touch one another
Tonight, tonight
A smoke screen was raised, we could not smudge one another
with no time to waste, how easy are foes found in lovers
Tonight, tonight
Echoes in the halls of heartbreak
I'm giving you an answer cause I think that this is more than I can take
But please just sing to me so I don't have to hear
The echoes in the hallways my dear
I walked away, so deep now in the ether,
Your face hid the pain, or my pride just disguised your demeanor
Oh! The lives that we live!
Oh! The plans that we made!
I could give you a list!
I could ruin your day!
I could stand here transfixed, in the same spot!
I could bleed myself dry! I could live here to rot!
To rot!
Echoes in the halls of heartbreak
I'm giving you an answer cause I think that this is more than I can take
But please just sing to me so I don't have to hear
The echoes in the hallways my dear
These lullabies, they cast just like a spell
I wish you'd release me, cause this is hell
so defeated by the cause
These corridors, they stretch for far too long
I should've stopped sooner, knew I was wrong
so completed by the loss,
the loss,
the loss
Echoes in the halls of heartbreak
I'm giving you an answer cause I KNOW that this is more than I can take
But please just sing to me so I NEVER have to hear
The echoes in the hallways
The echoes in the hallways,
The echoes in the hallways my dear
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8. |
Splinter
02:37
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Oh girl, he's just a splinter, his eyes whisper just a glimmer
of the story you once told of gold in him
The black pot couldn't handle, getting called out by the kettle
And lately girl, you're looking rather thin
So I'm begging with them please, pretty, pretty please
Tell me I can be enough for anybody else
So I'm begging with them please, oh pretty, pretty please
Cause I was so much happier when I could love myself
Roses of red, a gift for the dead
Laid down with generosity to calm the ghost in me
These demons in me head, ever hungry, never fed
A mutiny has taken place, now I can't get no rest
So I'm begging with them please, pretty, pretty please
I'll cut my loss, I'll have a shot, I'm crawling on my knees
So I'm begging with them please, oh pretty, pretty please
Because this is my cross to bear, you sow just what you reap
Oooh, it's like a needle in my eye
and I'm losing my sight,
in the confines of my mind
And it whispers,
Girl, you're just a splinter, not an echo, just a whimper
in the battle you once fought, thinking you'd win
The two chambers in your heart, beg for mercy in the dark
Now you've stained your lips with berry juice to LEAVE YOUR FUCKING MARK
So I'm begging with them please, pretty, pretty please
I'll cut my loss, I'll have a shot, I'm crawling on my knees
So I'm begging with them please, oh pretty, fucking please
Because this is my cross to bear, you sow just what you reap
Please, tell me I can be enough for anybody else
Please, cause I was so much happier when I could love myself
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Waiting at a bar, for someone you hope don't show
Feeling lonely and exhausted, no plans, nowhere to go
Hope my friends don't pass by and see me all alone
I bit the bullet, no dice, I'm going home
I'm going home, I'm going home
Woah! I bit the bullet, no dice, I'm going home
I wrote 'I miss you' in your notebook, cause most days I do
And I don't wanna see you, but it's all I'm looking forward to
I remember drinking whiskey, making love, and making plans
I guess I'll never be the stronger man
One day I hope to see you in the same place as me,
The old bar, Wednesday night, staving off sleep
And if we meet eyes, will you raise your drink to me
I won't wait up, I won't hold back, I'll let you be
I'll let you be, I'll let you be
Woah! I won't wait up, I won't hold back, I'll let you be
As purple fades to pink, to break a day, to break a vein
As rose fades to reality, another time, another way
Other days on different planets, rife with scatterings of ashes,
I'll never be the stronger man
I wrote 'I miss you' in your notebook, cause most days I do
And I don't wanna see you, but it's all I'm looking forward to
I remember drinking whiskey, making love, and making plans
I guess I'll never be the stronger man
I guess I'll never be the stronger man
oh, I guess I'll never be the stronger man
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10. |
Cheerleaders Smoke Crack
03:46
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I watched myself burn out on the wrong side of the tracks,
I hitched a ride back, then watched myself fall off the wagon
It's no use, I've tried, to hide in plain sight
This weight in my heart makes me try
a suicide attempt 26 stiches wide
Punk rockers, they never survive
They either burn out young or they change their mind
Not a safe place to be, for you or me
And junkies, they never grow old,
They either clean up their act or they overdose
But I guess, as long as they're happy, I don't mind
You try to explain, relapse to replace,
The weight of the day, the weight of your brain
And I can't help you pick up all the pieces
These little lies we tell ourselves,
Like we're gonna get sober or get ourselves help
It waxes and wanes, these phases of pain
And I'm just too tired to keep playing these games
Oh squatters will never get hired,
Cause as long as there's trains, there's a constant reminder
Of a wanderlust so thick, they can't resist
And cutters will never do more, than bust open a vein
and bleed out on the floor,
But if that's how you wanna go, don't let me stop you
I watched myself fuck up, it's the only thing I seem to do well enough,
And I try to act surprised, but these days it's hard
There's no lookin back, that road is a mess,
If you want to change, you're gonna have to forget
And I can't be your voice of reason
Alcoholics, truth be told,
They only see their future in a bottle of Skol
And I don't wanna know those fools no more,
I don't wanna know those fools no more,
I don't wanna be that fool no more
And you scared me nearly half to death,
You don't look the same since you've been smoking meth,
But we all have different ways that we lose sleep.
We all have different ways that we lose sleep
We all have different ways that we lose...
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11. |
Disturbia Suburbia
03:40
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Leave it to me to be alone,
in a town I hardly recognize without you by my side.
Lord I wish these memories would flee,
and take with them, the pain of remembering,
but I know, today is not that day.
I saw a sunflower tree in the middle of the yard and tore every flower from it 'fore I got back in my car and drove off,
Cheers to you, Cheers to us.
An old friend killed himself before the start of Spring,
I wonder if he left the weight of the world or if the weight of the world just left him hanging.
And who, could stand to lose another wink of sleep?
If the body bags there, it means somebody cares, and if somebody cares, then I guess you must be thinking of me.
Leave it to me to get strung out,
and freak everybody out then say, 'I won't do that again'
These days there's nobody here,
it feels surreal, so many years spent with kids I don't even think I know, do they know me?
Such addiction in this sickness, makes it hard just to exist,
when I can hear the words they do not say,
they HATE ME! HATE ME! HATE ME! LITTLE GIRL!
THEY THINK I'M JUST A LITTLE GIRL.
An old friend killed himself before the start of Spring,
I wonder if he left the weight of the world or if the weight of the world just left him hanging.
And who could stand to lose another wink of sleep?
If the body bags there, it means somebody cares, and if somebody cares then I guess you must be thinking of me.
I guess you must be thinking of me.
Disturbia Suburbia,
And I hope we all get out, and I hope we all feel free.
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Erin Incoherent Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Punk rock singer-songwriter in South Philadelphia.
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