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The House Always Wins
04:37
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Here's to the paralysis.
Here's to hoping I'll never understand.
Curiosity kills, I'll wait it out in the shelter.
My silver lining outlived Certain Death,
now he'll have a chance to steal
the next time I get something wrong.
This monument you see is just rubble to me
but if you want to get down on one knee, feel free.
I am accustomed:
the doorman for the absurd.
My realm is a state of disarray but I find my way.
This monument you see is just rubble to me
but if you want to get down on one knee, feel free.
Who am I to judge? I've not a foot to stand.
I won't even budge; a traveller in quick-sand.
Send my love to the plans I had
to make plans to make something of myself.
The house always wins.
Even the sanctity of clauses A - Z
can't stop my hope from descending.
Six feet beyond headache, one inch from reset.
If there is no resolution where do I keep my resolve?
This monument you see is just rubble to me
but if you want to get down on one knee, feel free.
Who am I to judge? I've not a foot to stand.
I won't even budge; a traveller in quick-sand.
Send my love to the plans I had
to make plans to make something of myself.
The house always wins.
It’s better if this monument goes ignored.
The house always wins.
The foundation will say:
“The house always wins.”
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I see through ill eyes all my allies trading sicknesses for pickaxes.
They’ve motivated all their motives and joined the functional masses.
I seek the irony of life.
I am the superior child.
You were never meant to see this.
I built a home of straw and a hen’s tooth.
You didn’t read the fine-print.
I built my own rock bottom
and dragged her willingly to the end.
I am the second loudest voice in my head.
Wind it up and watch it go.
Where do I find the answer to the age old question;
why do I persist to exist?
I’m waiting for the bomb, cutting wires to pass the time.
The undead and I have taken our last ten paces.
My failures stalk me.
My successes haunt you.
You’re sailing full speed ahead with the anchor down.
I’ve eaten plenty of sand in my days.
I know the creatures in the depths
on a first name basis.
I built my own graveyard
and she came willingly to the end.
I am the second loudest voice in my head.
Wind it up and watch it go.
Where do I find the answer to the age old question;
why do I persist to exist?
Ironic that the designated driver
is who forgets the good times.
Ironic that the fortitude
is what brings the end times
‘cos I am second calmest voice in my head
and this storm is so damn blasé.
I sometimes wish my heart would ignite
To be something other than just okay.
I’m okay.
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Leelah
05:00
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This empties me out and leaves me cold
when murderers play the victim and walk free in the world.
What else can you be expected to want to do
when your blanket of safety is trying to suffocate you?
There’s more to humankind than what’s on our skin.
There’s forces colliding and merging in the soul within.
If you deny someone their peace of mind
you’ve started a war and you’re no ally of mine.
“Those who mind don't matter
and those who matter don't mind.”
You cannot change what is inside.
Please never listen to a word they say.
You are not their disapproval.
They tried to change her soul when she dug deep.
The price to pay for this broken heart is steep.
We cannot mourn and move on from this crime;
we have to stand up, fix society this time.
“Those who mind don't matter
and those who matter don't mind.”
You cannot change what is inside.
Please never listen to a word they say.
You are not their disapproval.
Please never listen to a word they say.
We are all beautiful.
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Shake, Rattle and Nope
04:36
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It was no skin off your back.
I got out by the skin of my teeth.
Now I'm the only one standing in my way.
All my sequels are reboots;
Lessons learnt, perpetrators cut.
You must have slipped through the gallows, my dear.
Remember I'm my own gallows, dear.
I've got no shame in who I became
but if these God damn ghosts can stop haunting me I won't complain.
This town was big enough for the both of us
until you looked my way.
This bar was long enough for my tastes
until the room began to shrink.
I bled my radiation poisoning
into every hostage I could get my hooks in.
Analogies are so much better four years later.
Analogies are so much better four years later.
Shut up. Quiet. Let me think.
It was no skin off your back.
I got out by the skin of my teeth.
This means nothing until the day it doesn't matter.
This town was big enough for the both of us
until you looked my way.
This bar was long enough for my tastes
until the room began to shrink.
My home away from hell is helping me get the best of myself
and my heart away from hope is getting the rest of myself.
I predict the weather man will sing a little off-key.
The tongue removed may sting or soothe so please, take a seat.
Votes are in and oh boy, it's a startling majority
of men who wake at night when the floorboards creak.
I will be a guilt-trip waiting in the wings.
You can still be the reason I scream.
That suits us.
That suits us fine.
Just whilst we're here,
that suits us fine.
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It’s not about being anyone. Anyone.
It’s not about being anyone. Anyone.
I’ll close my eyes and pretend you’re not thinking about me.
I’ll keep my mind blank and just focus on my lack of focus.
Giving you what you want only hurts you. It hurts you.
I’ll appreciate you for who you are whilst you do the same.
As long as we don’t do this again… until the next time we do this.
Giving you what you want only hurts you. It hurts you.
If only this friendship was lust-proof. Lust-proof.
Love who you want but don’t be surprised
when you come to realise this situation.
I merely sit at the foot of this bed
watching the incubus’ seduction.
I’m a master of taking away the brickwork
and never being held hostage.
For a moment I thought I had something to say
but then I lost it.
So whatever the case act accordingly to the moment.
We’ll all pretend this is all in slow motion.
And in the morning… in the morning I’ll have nothing to say.
We’ve got nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing but our separate ways.
Giving you what you want only hurts you. It hurts you.
If only this friendship was lust-proof. Lust-proof.
It’s not about being anyone. Anyone.
It’s not about being anyone. Anyone.
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Vultures
04:43
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I came off the assembly line but the mould broke me.
This growing pile of damages has been buried at sea.
We were picked apart by vultures before we began to rot;
placed our faith in a game of she loves me, she loves me not.
You paint with all the toxic on the wind;
a gift, a tapestry on the hearts of others.
Call in the snipers, load them up with a sneer.
You squint from the treehouse drinking wine;
aloof, with the trigger on your finger.
We're all trained attack dogs. We smell your fear.
Keep your decency in small doses.
Derogatory is in fashion.
My heroes are only human, this I surely know.
There are words on both sides of the page.
Call in the scribes; flaws are character building.
We're all too ignored until we do something wrong
So let's do something wrong and be remembered.
We’re all trained tightrope walkers. We own the spotlight.
Keep your decency in small doses.
Derogatory is in fashion.
The professional snowball artists;
suckling the tit and pointing the finger.
The hand of doom on the roulette wheel;
pissing on others won't help you shine brighter.
Fuck professional snowball artists.
Your pride will die but our spirits will linger.
The hand of doom and the pendulum swing;
half a tank of gas and a cheap-shit lighter.
I came off the assembly line but the mould broke me.
This growing pile of damages has been buried at sea.
We were picked apart by vultures before we began to rot;
placed our faith in a game of she loves me, she loves me not.
Keep your decency in small doses.
Derogatory is in fashion.
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7. |
Coke and Spiriter
04:12
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We've been dancing around the issues
hoping that we'd go blind.
We avoided answers to the problems
to make some notes in the corner.
I'll put my heart inside an envelope and wait all year for you to find it.
The greatest mountains have the greatest descents.
We gathered more scars for each other to heal/
more reasons to stay away but I can not condone that.
I can only swim through storms, staying afloat and growing old
and knowing just one thing.
We called upon armaments to surround the walls
and pulled the oceans closer, knowing just one thing.
There is no other option. Only this.
There is no other option. Only this.
There is no escape. I promise this.
There is no escape. I promise this.
There is no escape. I promise this.
There is no escape. I promise.
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\You played into their hands. We never had an ace.
Now you’ll wish you hadn’t let them see your poker face.
Out in the dusty wilds there’s only love and hate.
and those who choose to eat their young before they can stand straight.
Rock and roll is dead.
You robbed it of it’s soul.
Rock and roll is dead.
And I watched it’s heart erode.
Rock and roll is dead.
The high road I call home
Rock and roll is dead.
is boring up here all alone.
The walls our backs met at have been torn to the ground.
I still remember the bond over dissonant sounds.
Out in the dusty wilds no one has time for games
and they will kill your witch-hunt by turning the other way.
Rock and roll is dead.
You robbed it of it’s soul.
Rock and roll is dead.
And I watched it’s heart erode.
Rock and roll is dead.
The high road I call home
Rock and roll is dead.
is boring up here all alone.
Let’s start a revolution of never keeping anyone else down.
I still remember the unbreakable bond over dissonant sounds.
Let’s start a revolution of never keeping anyone else down
Rock and roll is dead. Rock and roll is dead.
I still remember the unbreakable bond over dissonant sounds.
Rock and roll is dead. Rock and roll is dead.
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January
03:59
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I fought my inner-demons
until they showed me the light.
I’ll do what you ask of me
when I get to it, alright?
Now put the heart in the bag.
Hope they forget the I.O.U.s.
In an ideal world I bring the ohs to you.
Bad times don’t last, bad guys do.
Casanova will see you now.
Casanova will see you now.
You are January yet you’re as warm as
Yet you're as warm as the sun.
You are January yet you’re as warm as
Yet you're as warm as the sun.
My heart of gold was showing
A millennial eclipse.
Sorry, once in a while well meaning
clouds my judgement.
Girl, you’ve never handled a bigger snake.
I know, I know
that I should just let it go.
Compassion is all well and good
but intentions can’t pay the rent.
There’s a hole in the cabin
and/or a hole in my head.
Girl, you’ve never made a bigger mistake.
You know for sure
that pleasure skirts the uproar.
Casanova will see you now.
You are January yet you’re as warm as
Yet you're as warm as the sun.
You are January yet you’re as warm as
Yet you're as warm as the sun.
I’ll make the misstep when it’s needed.
I’ll make the misstep that we need.
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I have conceptualised grief
I have personalised peace
I have internalised you
I have sacrificed me
I smile, you smile, we all smile; meanwhile
It might be nice to have something to lose
Don't you think the sky's turning
into a deeper shade of bruised?
Or is this a reflection?
Of an infection that got bored of me
And only with pain can we find perfection
And in perfection we find uncertainty
Because what's life with nothing in the red?
Don't ask me, this is all in my head
I have vocalised panic
I have stabilised tactics
I have idolised you
I have sterilised me
This old crossroad has begun to corrode
And I've heard that Rome wasn't built in a day
I've got to find my footing soon
Before it all crumbles away
Shake up the stillness
I've got to share this non-contagious illness
Who better than the wonderful A or B?
Dedication is a temporary guarantee
Because what's life with nothing in the red?
Don't ask me, this is all in my head.
These towering fortresses of opposition
Somehow I find myself standing between them
Just one brick's removal is all it takes
To watch what could be the greatest mistake
I have conceptualised grief
I have personalised peace
I have internalised you
I have sacrificed me
I have vocalised panic
I have stabilised tactics
I have idolised you
I have sterilised me
Because what's life with nothing in the red?
Don't tell me this all in my head.
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11. |
Memoir to a Memory
04:06
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Your horoscope for today:
send some love to your friends briefly.
This is the start of something new.
There’s no time to delay.
Your horoscope for tomorrow:
stamp on eggshells, rocks in windows.
A little anarchy goes a long way:
juxtapose, juxtapose.
Time is always chasing away what we know.
Creating more cracks we dare not show.
But some change can change a life.
Some change can save a life.
And some change is all we need to grow.
Your horoscope for next week:
never be afraid of critique.
Learn from the mistakes of others
and learn some new techniques.
Your horoscope for yesterday:
nevermind. No regrets, okay?
What the fuck are you waiting for?
This is now and it’s never too late.
Time is always chasing away what we know.
Creating more cracks we dare not show.
But some change can change a life.
Some change can save a life.
And some change is all we need to grow.
Time is always chasing away what we know.
Creating more cracks we dare not show.
But some change can change a life.
Some change can save a life.
And some change is all we need to grow.
Some change is all we need to grow.
Some change is all we need to grow.
Some change is all we need to grow.
Some change is all we need to grow.
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