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Hand Sanitizer for the Soul
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Save the Last Chord
03:16
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Save the Last Chord
On the tenth floor, I feel safe
From all my thoughts
And all my suffering
Above the ground and my mistakes
I watched them fall
Without a conscience
So we can save the last chord until
You realize you’re better off alone
I’m a lonely fool and you're better
We can save the last chord until
You realize that you’re better off alone
Empty cups against the pane
Bleed crimson light
On this apartment
Autumn presses on its walls
I feel her close
She bares my conscience
In spite, I’ll define life
In terms of lies and hatred
To find I’m alone
While the world keeps spinning on
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Suet Side Suicide
03:26
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Suet Side Suicide
Hold your breath don't try to kid me
I'm not scared of dying empty
Paid the rent with armchair thoughts
When I struggled to note
That this world seems incredibly close
To Hell itself
Kissed the neck of self destruction
Tastes of fruits that I'd forgotten
Wasted youth in careless times
Still, I just wanted to know
Why this world seems incredibly close
To Hell itself
Hold your breath don't try to kid me
I'm not scared of dying empty
Hope has fizzled and time has failed us
But I just wanted to know
Why this world seems incredibly close
To Hell itself
P!ss soaked homes with pristine neighbours
Gatsby floats amidst our graces
(He) Asked me once what I'd said
I said, I just wanted to know
Why this world seems incredibly close
To Hell itself
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All I Ever Cared About
03:46
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All I Ever Cared About
A vagabond, a careless slob
Shrug him off
A worthless life, a dirty man
Disregard
Or disrespect that animal
He's a wretch
He's foul and flawed
He's foul and flawed
The right time to draw lines on a mirror
Reflect on reflections of his kin
Now let’s lie in what’s left of our streets
The best time,
The right time
He's begging now
Crying hard in his hands
The dirt runs down
His skin is showing
Pale and sick
Just shrug him off
His flesh and blood isn't real
The dirt runs down
He isn't real.
The right time to write lines on a mirror
Then look past the cocaine and the pills
Reflections reflect on your complex
F. Scott Fitzgerald? Ha...
Or pointless measure?
This is all I've ever cared about.
Peacefully, he's lying there
He's asleep
A worthless life, exhausted mind
Filthy streets
So confused, so alone
Always scared
I'll never know...
I'll never know...
The wrong time to waste time in the mirror
Just walk by with closed eyes, your ideals
Reflect on his sad song, don't relate
He never matter
No, he never counted.
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Young, Dumb...
03:32
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Young, Dumb...
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