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HUSH.
04:28
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i start my day with a cup full of paint
drink the swill just to wash it away
i wrote the same things yesterday
guess its all the same
//i don’t wanna sleep in this skin
just wanna separate from the flesh
that i’ve been given
oh, disposable me
guess this is living? / i fall apart at the seams
i couldn’t fit in / i’ve lost a part of me
just dip yr limbs in / sit back and watch me sink
oh,disposable me
a couple chipped teeth
a crooked smile to complement
the fact that i’m in denial
my spine it aches / i feel it bending now
my bones to break / it’s feeling heavy now
every goddamn day, its all the same, it never changes
like, id say that its waste, but i’m too blame
go ahead and take a picture
Hush…
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is it all truly a lost cause..?
in this never ending game of trading names?
like, pull the plug...
sweep it under the damn rug
all in the vein of saving face..?
//this is the worst
i've placed more knives in my own back
/ than i care to react to
i need to subtracted, gloom / stretch me across this loom
"i wish i was like you / easily amused"
a constant black cloud hangs over my head
heart broken by this world that i surrounded myself in
i try to keep this head from breaking my neck
but i can't seem to get this down off my chest
dark visions / grim religion
the room gets to spinning
i feel myself float through the ceiling
as appealing as peeling the pigment from all of my fingers, it lingers on
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its all beginning to feel so small
i’m just a fly on the wall
watching the world from afar
i know its all my fault…
i didn’t mean to set flame to this
“hope springs eternal, kid”
doused the blouse & flicked my wrist
i was drawn like a moth
can you feel it cos i can…
can you feel it under yr skin?
the things you love the most can't hold with tiny holes so you keep them afloat with cork and sheeps wool. empty to the bone, i sulk when i’m alone
we're all at "home" when the tv’s on low
dark & witty, a head full of shitty. these are the things young love is made of
dark & witty, a nose full of gritty. these are the things, these are the things…
this daisy field is low // i plucked its flowers long ago
this daisy field won’t grow // i plucked its flowers, i never let them go…
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
this daisy field is low // these aren’t the seeds from which i’ve sown
this daisy field is low // just like a moth i’m drawn to the smoke
i light the match // inhale the the smoke (the truths hard to swallow)
1-800-273-8255
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_________________
03:19
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yeah, it started with guilt
let me swallow the pill
took too much for comfort
it’s not enough for the kill
damn, the room isn’t still
i can’t feel my own two feet
like, i know that i’m ill
but the pain isn’t real
if i bottle it up in my head
with spirits and slumber
yeah i left a bad taste in yr mouth
you cleaned the house n you moved out
now theres nothing here for me now
i didn’t mean to be such a bad omen
its hopeless i know this (set me on fire)
by the end this it’ll be chrome
by the end of this, i’m just a candle burning at both ends
yeah i left a bad taste is yr mouth
went n burnt the house down the house
take a look at me now
i didn’t mean to be such a bad omen
its hopeless i know this (set me on fire)
by the end of this it’ll all be chrome
by the end of this, i’m just a candle burning at both ends
yeah i left a bad taste in yr mouth
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welcome to the church of hurt
with a little bit of patience i’ll get what i deserve
gnash yr teeth // let it leak
so it seams like i’ll never make it out
of this drought, i’m caving in
so it feels like the sky is the limit now
its coming down, just let the rain fall in
i didn’t say I was god
just that i’m playing the part
can’t you feel it folding
soaking up all the oxygen in my ribs
had i know i wasn’t the map to the world
i would have burned myself to the ground six years ago
lay with the rats and the leaches
this is what i call home
this crown of thorns that i adorn
this is my ////halo
it only hurts when you start breathe
i’d hold my breath till my face turns blue
if i knew this is where i’d be
i’d part the gates and ask myself to leave
i didn’t think this was where i’d be
heaven with a hole inside of me
just wanted to know
how far this rabbit hole goes
before i end up on the other side of the leaves
welcome to the church of hurt
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