1. |
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Have you ever
Tried?
The pesticides
I use in my mind
Well I try
Emotionless I’m taking apart
Take apart
The bad parts
Chorus:
Now she’s on the sidelines
She’s on the outskirts of my mind
She’s resigned
From being the worst thing in my mind
And now I’m all alone
Taking everything
I get my hands on until I feel nothing
Now the weed growth
Hides
The clarity I used to find
Yet I
Try
To clarify what used to be my mind
Bridge:
She says I’m stuck in the past
She says I’m bringing it all back
Why do I bring up the past
Is it because I want you back?
Do I want you back?
Do I want you back
Last Chorus;
Now you’re on the sidelines
You’re on the outskirts of my mind
You’ve been resigned
From being the worst thing in my mind
And now I’m all alone
Taking everything
I get my hands on until I feel nothing
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There’s an empty line
To the parking structure on the sixth floor high
And I feel so alive
Standing at the edge of a hell of night
chorus;
And everybody wants an out
To escape from these poisonous clouds
I can hardly breathe
Through cemetery smells and clouded beliefs
I found a way out
To escape from myself
I can barely see
Through dead eyes and dirt on my sleeves
She’s been raising hell
To get to where she deserves to be
Overly anxious
Her shaking hands, heart attack is a relief
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3. |
It's a Trap!
04:41
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Oh man he’s taken back alright
But does he feel okay?
The lottery is open
Winner can fly to the moon
The lots are all vacant
But he’s got no excuse
A life full of wonder
Full of lust for his soul
He can see clearly
No grip nor control
Have you ever been away for a while?
I’m starting to see
Clearly on the horizon is a place for me
And it all takes a while
To get under my toes again
Filter out the thoughts of friends
This one’s a lawyer
He’s holding his shoes
He’s going home to take care of the blues
Put them in the closet
And take the next step
Feel the rope, tighten around his neck
Have you ever felt a noose
Tightening around your neck
Grasping your last breath
And did you hear the news?
They’re coming to save us all
So line up against the wall
One by one
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There are some days
I don’t even try to stand up
I can barely sit down to speak
These broken limbs
Hanging from my body
Should I even begin to try
Try to pick up the pieces
These broken wings to fly on
When all I need is
To fix the broken lungs I shout on
And in the moments
Between drowsy sleep
I hope to find some peace
Yet the happy feelings
Only come to me
When I’m not sober and need to sleep
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Dægur San Luis Obispo, California
Dægur is the product of the world's smallest large man swimming in a pool of guitars filtered through dust particles scattered through the air of a small tiny apartment with enough room for the large man but nothing else. So here is where everything else is stored. It's tax free, gotta love that right? ... more
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