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Rebuild Hell
03:35
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You can kiss the Devil on the lips.
Or you can push me down and say I tripped
into a hole that Satan calls his home.
It may be hot there but at least I am not alone.
Maybe I'll make friends down there in the dark
When there are no more lights, I become the spark
that lights the torches that we hold in our hands.
We make our way back up onto the sand.
You can kiss the Devil and succumb to his will.
I will lead the demons using rhetoric that kills.
Maybe we can change our minds.
Maybe life's not so bad outside.
Yesterday feels like singing birds.
We pad the walls to mute the words.
As I fight my way out of this dark hole in the ground
I pass chambers filled with smoke
and the bodies of celebrities I know hell can't hold me down.
You can kiss the Devil and succumb to his will,
I will lead the demons using rhetoric that kills.
We will pull the wires from the ground across the earth.
Preaching our new gospel earning our own new rebirth.
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Lady Bug
02:43
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Here's where the lady bug died, she didn't stand a chance.
I could not save her in time, she didn't stand a chance.
Now it weighs on my brain.
At least you went down in flames!
Spread the wings on your back to get me out of your mind.
Think of something else before you drop from the sky
into a new destination where there's nowhere that I can be found.
I hope I'm alright in your book
at least I'm concerned and look, I'm learning
I can be cold and closed off,
But I'm thawing out and I'm opening up.
Spread the wings on your back to get me out of your mind.
Think of something else before you drop from the sky
into a new destination where there's nowhere that I can be found.
Spent my morning with dust
Layed awake with the ones who gave up
A new head I built from the dead.
But don't tell me where you have been
Spread the wings on your back to get me out of your mind.
Think of something else before you drop from the sky
into a new destination where there's nowhere that I can be found.
I'll keep a light in the doorway to guide you back home
Giving up is not an option when you're out on your own.
And the bodies by the railroad keep on calling your name to come home.
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Headlong Into Walls
02:07
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You've got a sob story, that's no excuse.
You're taking liberties with pills that you use.
We gave you a chance to change what you do.
You just had to clean it up but you still refused.
Now the place that I live is in flames once again.
I look with disdain at where you left your skin.
Headlong into walls, don't expect me to call and forgive.
That was the last time that we'll ever speak,
Your face is a target that my fist will reach.
I hope you die happy and you make your peace
but for now go crash into a tree.
You're more trouble than I'll ever need.
Bore me to tears with your rhythmic disaster.
You've fallen off a cliff and you keep falling faster.
Perpetual tension as you fall to the ground
When you finally get there, there's no one around.
That was the last time that we'll ever speak,
Your face is a target that my fist will reach.
I hope you die happy and you make your peace
but for now go crash into a tree.
You're more trouble than I'll ever need.
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Señor Limpiar
02:26
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I can't remember how to be original
My thoughts all come from someone else.
Is this a problem doc? I can't think for myself.
I'm taking steps but my brain still melts.
This is not who I planned I would be.
I guess I'll have to wait and see.
When I was young I had no problem thinking fast.
I guess that life just kicked my ass.
This is not who I planned I would be.
I guess I'll have to wait and see.
Am I off my base or am I in a dream?
I've never been friends with Mr. Clean.
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5. |
Garret Song
01:56
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Your screams pierce through the walls.
And I send it back, I send it back.
You're crafting alcohol
And you toss it back, you toss it back.
The bottle never stood a chance.
You correct the quotes that I say wrong
Even if I don't really care
You throw that Boston record on
And we sing the words we understand,
The neighbors never stood a chance
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Subway Station
04:18
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Modern artists were born at the wrong time
Starving artists cigarettes on their breath unwind
but they all get along
If I could pick my ideal destination,
I'd be asleep in a subway station in 1966
Modern artists fall asleep in apartments
outside a college with the help of their parents, but they still complain
Modern artist take a seat at a desk job
push from your mind the idea that you gave up. It just can't be true!
If this is giving up, I don't want any part of it.
Modern artist in the city for months now,
can't remember she came from another town. She makes up her own facts
If this is giving up, I don't want any part of it.
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Kids are nostalgic for a life they never had;
days they ran away from home.
They're finding bodies out by the railroad tracks;
thoughts they'll never leave alone.
And if you feel like giving up, I can't recommend it enough.
You picked a spot to camp out in your mind,
threw away your watch to live without any time.
Tired of living on a carpeted floor.
Tired of money spent without a reward.
It's all make believe.
Everyone tells lies every night.
The truth is found when they wake up.
And if you feel like giving up, regret is the poison in your cup.
Look back at days when you could change.
You picked a spot to camp out in your mind,
threw away your watch to live without any time.
Tired of living on a carpeted floor.
Tired of money spent without a reward.
It's all make believe.
We're growing up, we're not going out.
pack up the truck we're moving into ourselves.
Castles of expectation now are filled with doubt
we're moving out, we're moving out.
You picked a spot to camp out in your mind,
threw away your watch to live without any time.
Tired of living on a carpeted floor.
Tired of money spent without a reward.
It's all make believe.
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Walkabout Fairfax, Virginia
Walkabout is a butt-rock band from Virginia. They're looking to cash in and sell out. \m/
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