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Is It Sinister To Be So Seductive

Drink Down The Deepest, Darkest Reasons For Me To Stay...

I sin in shapes while the dozer beats us both down
By one or two, my thumb is fingering my cell phone
After 3 or 4 I've got your voice choking the airwaves

Baby the beat in my heart is much greater than the beating you've given me
So I'll charm on
I'll be the burden to your apple tree
Your appetite is not right
Anymore

The pitchers here are for drowning out equality
The lights are dim so we can all pretend that we are someone else
The songs are loud because the only way to shake you off
Is to beg them for a headache, and I'm...

...waking up (waking up)
With headaches and pieces lost from the night before
BUT WHAT THE HELL ARE FRIENDS FOR!?

Tap me out like a quarter in the slot machines
I've made a mess of your ragged little magazines
Trendy eyes are the spies for the latest scenes
And now my buttons are cut to look like pine trees
(it makes sense to me, it makes cents for me)

So write me off with your shoulder to the jukebox
I've been here once, not twice
And still I've got you figured out
The whore
On the dance floor
Waiting for the biggest score
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
(ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!)
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
(ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!)
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!

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Gemini Eyes In Sapphire Skies

(4 before start)
The sun descends as the
SWELLS RISE
Counting every coward as he passes by

You could take the place
Of the emerald lights
In the southern cities
Where the castles bloom
After a weathered trace
Of gold and two's

June bugs and fireflies
Are tearing up the autumn skies
"goodbye...GOODBYE!"

Kingdoms,
They all fall down
Where you're standing makes all the difference
(ALL THE DIFFERENCE NOW!)

Take my tongue and take my scarf
The STORM IS COMING IN!
Take my aim and take cover
This tempo is set for
SELF-DESTRUCTION

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Gospel Truth

I don't believe in the way things were.
I used to sit back and commend others for doing what I couldn't.
(it turns out, it was only what i wouldn't)

Every hand I extend in kindness is another step I long to take
And every note I sow, I swear it's because I know nothing else

Teach me shoulder-less love
Find me hope in the darkest hotels
Kill my distaste for
SOMETHING SO MUCH MORE!

I won't come back home
You don't need this throne
Fill my heart, I'm forlorn
Keep me out of this haze

Grace from remorse, let's turn this into a style
I'm alone in the next room
WAITING FOR THE NEXT GROOM
(the devil at the alter, the coffin in the courtyard)

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He, Alone, Is Waking

Only he will remain

With or without a song in his heart
He wakes up humming the tune of treason
Bitter, like the taste of the drugs that remain from the night before,
     he walks a long road only to find himself at home

Can the night life be more than just a burdon?
Living like vampires, we makeout in shadows and feed off the moonlight.

Sometimes he stares at the posters on his walls
He looks for the meaning of what he can't even imagine

(Pill 1)
The sound of his heartbeat begins to play louder
(Pill2-3)
The world as he knew it is fluttering by softly
(Pill 4-6)
The music from the radio has become a voice in his head
(Pill 7)
He's falling asleep as the sun begins to rise
     hating the way he breathes and the tears in his eyes

What if this is where the ground and he sky meet?
Is there a challenge in the clouds that only birds know about?
Trees don't grow from nothing,
     they have start with something...

...and he wishes he meant as much as the seed.

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Singing With a Fashion...

It's a left at the gas station where the body bags were being piled up.
Then an immediate right behind the home style cooking restaurant where the lady was shot.
Pass the abortion clinic on your right.
Continue past the abandoned psych ward to your left.

Then,
When you see the church the size of a mall,
My corner is across the street.

His words were such inspiration
Handed to me on a double-bladed tongue.
It brought the sense of what I was before I let myself be changed.
From left brain to the drug game
Those times were all stepping stones that buried me under the hole

The demons from my past keep sending me the love they have for me
These things, they relate to demons
They relate to my demons
They are my demons

I wish someone knew what I was saying
I wish someone wanted to watch the storm with me
I wish I was not the only one
(that's three, it's over)

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Homage To An Old Friend

Your voice, it stayed the same
But you're singing different lines
You seem to have forgotten what you started all of this for

And you can take the words I sold you
(i sold them for a different point of view)
For I shall never view the world again through bloodshot sight

Welcome home the tragedy you are
This is a burning ship caught in the undertow of the stars
I've etched your name into the stains
I'll let you wash away
I'll let you wash away
Again

This time around we'll settle all bets
I've sat and weighed the tables we have destroyed
And now the morning cries for the death of the pale, moon-lit night

We were the bastard sons f fthe devil and his grace
(or lack thereof)
Your pen, it leaks my sins to this unnerving crowd
And now,
I'm sinking my teeth into the thought of you

Stay up late and forge my sins in your wounds
A shipwreck here is merely a close call
It was simply our downfall
I'll let you wash ashore
I'll let you wash ashore
Again

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Treat Me Like An Orphan

A demon suprise
A daunting demise
Welcome home parades for the assassins are ringing in my ears
Do you see the tones in the oceans' breath

It's cold as a tune and I'm running on empty

I'd love a thank you letter from the devil for the actions I have spared.
I've got a perfect ending for this scene we're stealing
But now's not the time darling, now's not the time

WRITE ME OFF!!!!!!
(i've written words more delicate than you)

Common misconceptions are misplaced in modern art
So as the posterchild of the modern flaw
I've taken time to paint this right
(i dream in sentences and phrases)

So...you want a choice, well change the meter
Because you're time is coming to an end
And you don't want to be stuck with those fines
FINE!!!!!

Do you have the time, father,
Or must I assume that things are real by staring at the sky
Because I have to be honest
The twinkle in her eyes seem to be losing their affect
And this world is crumbling block by block

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Freddery Mercury

Sinking in the back of this town we thought we knew
The streets are lit with gunshots and sirens!
There's feelings in the air, heavy as an anvil
Tonight they'll charge the streets

So keep keep keep keep keep talking blindly
We'll make our point across the avenue
Keep keep keep keep keep talking blindly
This what we've been told, this is all we knew

Silhouettes, they battle with shadows for the center stage
But this was all for real
The dying are the fighting
And the fighting's not dying
But the bruised are lying in the gutters and fading fast

So...
BRING!
BRING!
BRING OUT THE LIONS!
BRING OUT THE LIONS!
BRING OUT THE BRAVE!
BRING!!!
BRING!!!
BRING OUT THE LIONS!!!
BRING OUT THE LIONS!!!
BRING OUT THE BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(so tally up the war...the streets are still filled with our families)
BRING OUT THE BRAVE!!!!!!!!
(tally up the score...all in favor of the reason we started)
BRING OUT THE BRAVE!!!!!!!!
(tally up the war...tally everything as a number)
BRING OUT THE BRAVE!!!!!!!!
(Tally up the score...because this never was a game to begin with)
BRING OUT THE BRAVE!!!!!!!!

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Because Seven 8 Nine

Guess who's making the grade now!
We're not just static in your basement anymore!
This time I've got some things to say
     and tonight you're gonna hear me out!

We've sat in the shadows for what seems like forever
I've dug a home in the undergound
Blank faces stare coldly down the alleys
But tonight we're headed to the main streets

Take up your voice with passion
Scream out in a hail of passages
The streets will glow tonight
And our points will echo down the valley

Demise has been seeping through the message
Of every clandestine line
The sickly chatter up a hailstorm
And I am hiding in the background

TURN IT UP! TURN IT UP! SO WE CAN TEAR THIS DOWN!

Clear the airwaves and take a deep breath
We're finally taking a stand
Clear the airwaves and take a deep breath
We're finally taking a stand
Clear the airwaves and take a deep breath
Tonight...TONIGHT!

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Everywhere But Here

Temper temper darling
The truth is in the cross talk
And the months are growing distant

Cities found below the sea have sunk below the traffic's hum
And this mountain range is singing
AND EVERYBODY'S SINGING ALONG

Now,

Sunsets paint a vivid image
On the horizon and we're all present
To make way, make way for the streetlight show

Private dancers make this ballet seem so mundane
I've let you slip through my fingers yet again
There's paste along the seems of your picture
AS I TEAR THEM FROM THE FRAMES I PAINTED!!!

Tempers flare in the morning before the alarm even gets a chance
But baby,
Baby I'm not calling the shots because this bedroom has been empty
FOR SO LONG!

Sentimental gifts seem more like forgery and sin
And this mirror, it's leaking out every word I never could find the time to spend
I'm cashing you in
I'm cashing you in

I will always miss the vindictions
But the fights were so unclear
Princess, may the road bring you everywhere but here