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Ghost
03:49
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Society's a wasted dream
Opting out will set you free
I mean all of you out there
In denial about all that you're becoming
I am just a ghost now
I'm just a figure that you never see around
I can't talk anymore, I've lost all of my charm
I'll see myself out
I'm addicted to the way it feels
To be negated and eccentric
Like a psychotic joke or a voyeur
I exist as an occurence of disorder
I will haunt the dead space
And fill every peripheral hallways
I can't mess with this dream, I am some other thing
I'm an enigma
Lately I've been feeling like I'm not here
And no one seems able to pull me out
Sure, I'm passing through this life I live
But really I am somewhere else
I am just a ghost now
I am invisible and I float around
I have no silhouette, I am filled with distress
I am an island
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Good Luck
03:08
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Goodbye my friends
I'll see you again
In the house round the bend
I tried to be
The loveliest flower
But I soon shrivelled up
And fell to the ground
Farewell my friends
I'll see you again
But don't wait around
The time will come
When you'll just forget
And I hope for the best
I hope you'll be happy
(And if you're not, well, good luck)
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Conditional Daydream
03:20
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Drawn to the dead, I am closer than ever
The spirits are solvents, they're taking me in
I'm medicating and self-isolating
Losing my mind to my dreams
But I’d rather be mad than domesticated
I’d rather wear a dunce cap than watch the news
You're all going too fast, you're causing a crisis
Your boredom is a violent ruse
(Nothing’s out there)
Live a charmed life with it's sweet anesthetics
(Nothing’s changed)
Get old and be happy and live like a king
(I’m invisible)
Maybe it's fate, maybe nature's corrupted
(You can’t see)
She sings and we all fall asleep
(Always shaking)
But I stay awake watching pictures in limbo
(Always home)
And sleep through the conditional daydream
(I’m invincible)
Your life’s been wasted on the days that you’ve been wasted
(I’ll Die Alone)
I guess it's just the same
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God's in My House
04:58
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I would like to burn up your love
Watch it light up for the last time
Push it back and watch it glow
Watch it flicker out to nothing at all
Wake up from your dream and look at your kind
Look at what you’ve made and tell me it’s fine
Take your final exit and I’ll take mine
Being beside ourselves we won’t have to die
God’s in my house he’s got a bad headache
Look at you, now look at me smile
I am a child and I’m incessantly loud
Look at us we’re proud of ourselves
We’ve lost our wisdom playing dumb for days and days and days
Don’t you know we live like ghosts?
Some innocent dead, some lost drug
You will suffer for me - I’ll forget your love
Just forgive me for it, don’t make me apologize
God’s in my house, locked in the back room
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What Time Is It?
02:51
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In that day I’ll mess it up for you
When you're high and I'm coming down
I'm waiting to pass out
Hold my head, I can’t lift it alone
I don’t think I'll stay for the last word
I’m just not that smart when it comes to being dumb
I can’t deal with my friends
And the things going on in the world just take me back
When I grow up it’s going to be that bad
So I just live in the memory
See it backwards, before I made a thousand mistakes
I've become what I hate
I wish I could go back
To that time - I can’t remember what happened
There was some kind of brightness or light that was gleaming
And I just loved it
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White Lies
03:46
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I put on my Sunday best
A smile for the things I regret
I figure it’s best to wear it clean cut
Short hair and white socks
Took a dose to forget which way to go
To justify my bad manners
And deep pockets
Spending all my secrets on wise cracks
A middle finger behind my back
I’m surprised they haven’t caught on yet
I guess I’ve just got the right look
I’m just bored, I’ve got no other excuse
Whether it’s all meaningless or whatever Ecclesiastical, philosophical, crack pot ideal
I took another dose despite my black outs and bad dreams
I'm going to the doctor next week
I can't decide, should I tell the truth?
Or should I pretend that I'm still innocent?
I despise all of your friendly tricks
Just leave me alone to count my blessings
Paying full price for my selfishness
If you put me in a cage I’ll deal with that
Consider me a criminal for intentional hystericals
Put me in a white coat locked in a monestary
Spilling my blood for my bad deeds
I could never make up for the things I said
Or all the people I’ve mind fucked
But if the guard lets me go
Gives me the keys, I’d run for the hills and never look back
I settle down by a white fire
I get by telling white lies
I put my faith in a defective charm
And abide in it’s bad luck
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Limited Worth
04:17
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Some name of nothing much
Wrong about everything
Caught between versions of right
I am so very limited
Deviant and decadent
Bored with delusions of worth
Caught up in distractions
And unresolvable angst
Maybe some divine pressure
Could pull me out of existence
Shock me back into innocence
With my soul under duress
Maybe some catastrophe
Could bring about something else
Something to get God to come out
And fix my fucked up face
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You Were so Kind to Me
03:14
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You were so kind to me
You said you like the way that I talk
So naturally I fell in love
You said you wanted to hang out sometime
I said I'd like that a lot
I said why don't we go for a ride
I just got my license, I know how to drive
I looked you up on the internet
Sent a request but you didn't respond
So I think you lied to me
You said strangers are beautiful
And you told me that you love to talk
So why don't you listen to me?
I've got so many interesting things on my mind
When you put your head on my shoulder
As we talked on the subway ride home
I should've known better then
I should've known you were just playing sincere
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Wait, I can't tell if you're there
I can touch you but I can't feel
My tongue can't speak, I gain no memories that I'd like to keep
My beautiful life goes by
Days change for nothing it seems
I wait for the next dull thing
And in it's glory my fair body will be bent and awake
Defeated, revealed and clean
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Corridor
02:50
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You can take this corridor
Or you can take another way out
You can take this chesterfield
Or you take that love seat
You can take my money now
Or you can wait till it grows big
You can take my plastic house
Or you could settle for the TV
Or if you’d like you can come with me
We can sleep by the highway
You can drink up all you want
And we could dream about the lakeshore
Write a letter to the family
Let em’ know why you skipped town
Or get up early and catch the train
Let it all be a mystery
You could meet me at the candy store
You know I’m always up for something sweet
Spiral down in a sugar crash
And taste each other till we pass out
Then we could hang from the poplar tree
Swinging low till we get home
Or you can join me on the bathroom floor
Locking lips as we bleed out
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