1. |
Window Pane
02:42
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Drop four tabs onto my tongue
The television screen distorts
Movements becoming tracers
As the walls begin to waiver
Back and forth
Skin begins to interweave
Do you see it
Do you see the colors
that you've never seen before
I have taken too much this time
Do you feel it
Do you feel the glooming
that you've never felt before
All the same lessons are always learned
Parts in my head id rather not know
Everything makes me uncomfortable
Thoughts of gore circle inside my mind
Look into my eyes in the mirror
The devil is what i see in myself
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2. |
Patchouli
02:41
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3. |
Sangre
02:44
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Im on my journey home
With no fuel left to burn
Turn around dont drown
I should just have turned around
Turn around dont drown
I should just have turned around
Taking in substances
I cant fear what I want
Turn around dont drown
I should just have turned around
Turn around dont drown
I should just have turned around
No power extends my life
I follow this path no more
I am departing slowly from this world
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4. |
These Hands
01:35
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My hands they take care of me
From objects that you can see
All the things that they withstand
Thankful for my sacred hands
Pulling wire like machines
Running conduit
Place my fingers on the strings
Picking at the chords away
Calloused fingers, blistered skin
Always taking care of them
I find the cross on my palm
In the center of my hand
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5. |
Pre-malone
02:24
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If i had the world
I'd give it all away
I dont have the time
To rewind and replay
I believed I was going mad again
I've got everything I possibly need
To think that we are different
Makes us all the same
Look at the reflection
Along the path from which you came
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6. |
Ghosting
01:54
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Would you like to chill this friday night
Just me and you
I'd like to get to know you
I have some weed we can smoke too
Youd get to know me and see who I really am
In the end it all ends the same, you wont give a damn
I bet theres a lot about you
that I'll never know
Not knowing what youre wanting
Bu until then, keep on ghosting me
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7. |
This Too Shall End
03:37
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Wake up
Just another night
With the same thoughts
Running through my mind
Lay my head down
Stare at the ceiling
Darkness surrounds me
You know dreams can be deceiving
Open my eyes
Take a look around
I realize
The colors inside
Where have I been
Soul seemed foreign
Been color blind
When i'm the one painting
It finally comes to me and I see who I need to be
The demeanor is a hungry beast that we need to feed
I remember the past and what I used to believe in
All this was too good to be true now i'm just dreaming
Wonder and ponder it all and I start to think
My life is a pen and i'm the one who needs to fill the ink
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8. |
Fade Into You
03:30
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I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life, you go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go blind
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then its smiles cover your heart
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
I think it's strange you never knew
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9. |
Que Honda?
01:39
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10. |
Manipulate
01:41
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Dont let the poets lie to you
You have no hiding place down here
Eternity to know your skin
If I do not sin
He'll die for nothing again
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Zenn Angel Austin, Texas
The lessons I've learned.
The Things I've earned.
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