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Failings for Friends
01:37
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“Failings for Friends”
Her pain doesn’t make her special
Just useless
This is not a sickness
It’s a choice
When inspiration hits, with both hands grab hold
And rend and twist
These failings her only companions
She doesn’t even bother to cover her scars
And I wish that I was that strong
Sweating out the drugs
They say everything takes time
She breaks her down, and down, and down
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Kill the Pills...
06:39
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“Kill The Pills…”
Hope is the aphrodisiac of the fool
Her lecherous hate preys upon her hurt
The possibilities so perfect before she speaks those words
Before she slits her throat
Scribbling sorrys with the hate that drains out
This push-pull turned to shove
Kill the pills with pain, she tears through the white
And she trembles at my touch and she dies in those arms
She dies in those arms [In those arms, lying next to her]
Sleeve, heart, stapled shut, she always gets it wrong
Hate, hurt, want, need, shame cut with white, mixed with bourbon, lost in perdition
Bitter not Better, she is, bitter not better
Hate, hurt, want, need, shame cut with white, mixed with bourbon, lost in perdition
She takes these pills to pass the time, robbing her of her hope but still she hates
These hands stunt her ascension, pull her down to a place she thought she could leave
But never will, she thought she could leave but never will [tearing through perdition]
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In Desperation We Reach
06:44
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“In Desperation We Reach”
Scrub the scent from her skin
Her personal apocalypse
One glimpse of perfection
Reduced to all her failings
She can’t be anything
A moment of truth crushed under its weight
Scrub the scent from her skin
The only heart she has broken is her own
In her kiss beware the taste of lies, I can recall a touch of suicide
And she said, “In desperation we reach”
In those arms that is where I died and on her kiss, a taste of suicide
And she said, “In desperation we stumble”
We stumble, we fall
And she said, she said to me…
She needs better but I am just worse
“Wounds Worn as Badges”
Skin rubbed raw, drenched in hate, there’s a lack of poetry in her prose
This hate never healed, the absence burns her throat, chokes the words
Loathe the day she’s drowning on the thoughts she can’t speak to her
Wounds worn as badges turned to weights
Such beauty only rapes
These are the nights without end, she would say she’s suffered but it has yet to begin
Drained of empathy, she feels nothing
Lie to me
We make time or make excuses still the blame slips away
This Northern hostility, her only gift to give
Past their prime but still were swallowed, she doesn’t want to be saved
In her hair a lifeless flower, in her shattered heart…
Love left to rot
The sight would rend hearts, if she could see what she has become
If she could
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Wounds Worn as Badges
04:38
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“Wounds Worn as Badges”
Skin rubbed raw, drenched in hate, there’s a lack of poetry in her prose
This hate never healed, the absence burns her throat, chokes the words
Loathe the day she’s drowning on the thoughts she can’t speak to her
Wounds worn as badges turned to weights
Such beauty only rapes
These are the nights without end, she would say she’s suffered but it has yet to begin
Drained of empathy, she feels nothing
Lie to me
We make time or make excuses still the blame slips away
This Northern hostility, her only gift to give
Past their prime but still were swallowed, she doesn’t want to be saved
In her hair a lifeless flower, in her shattered heart…
Love left to rot
The sight would rend hearts, if she could see what she has become
If she could
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Broken Not Breaking
07:25
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“Broken Not Breaking”
It’s in the ether, where her last chance for salvation went
Unsaid, unheard, like tears in the rain
She looks the part but can’t stand the reflection
Secrets fight their keeping, her hate blackened sun
She cried a river then drowned, washed away hope
Cry
She cried a river then drowned, washed away hope
Hope slips away, lost to dull grey, she doesn’t know how to be whole
Broken not breaking, she’s broke
She was warned but still she fell
Secrets fight their keeping, they desire…
She was warned but still she fell
She was warned
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