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GodHead
04:28
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Its getting to be a drag
I wanna believe, that I'll have the last laugh
I didn't ask for this and I wouldn't wish it on a soul
If I were someone else in a twist of fate
The hand dealt would not change
None to blame
I lay claim
For what crawls beneath my skin
Boiling thick
Paper thin
Hungry, Lost and Flawed
I am my own God
Gift or a curse the pain is the same
I'm well rehearsed makes no difference anyway
I can't control the road my obsessions roam
and in hindsight holds a key
Whether we perceive or chase the need
to not be held at fault
None to blame
I lay claim
For what crawls beneath my skin
Boiling thick
Paper thin
Hungry, Lost and Flawed
I am my own God
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More
02:36
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Live and learn
wait your turn
Find the patience
to go down with the herd
On your feet
Tow the line
With a smile
Are you anything close
to what you thought you'd find
When you got to where you thought you belonged
Is it black and white?
Or A place you'd hardly recognize?
The sacred oath of being born
Is lost the longer life is short
It's on my mind again
Check my pulse cover my offense
I have enough to keep wanting more
Is it all what you dreamed?
In the palm of your hands and your face in the sink
How's it feel to wake up
And Every day be a loop on a wheel like a spinning top
Ain't it a shame I can't complain
When It's really all my fault
But I can Bite down
Tune it out
Cause it's all I'd ever really want
The sacred oath of being born
Is lost the longer life is short
It's on my mind again
Check my pulse cover my offense
I have enough to keep wanting more
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Tightrope
04:00
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Hell hounds sniffin' down my trail
Searching for another another crack in their holy grail
when their hunger calls to beg
self-exposed true colours glow in retrograde
Bloated faces on my wall
Choke and salivate, open wide and swallow whole
Tie me up and clip my wings
To Keep me safe while I watch you take everything
In the meantime
I'll be gettin' wise
For a minute there I lost hope
I'm on a tightrope blind
Like a bird strung on a wire
In the sunshine
While I pray for rain
Counting bullets at my feet
Keeps me dancing on my knees
In my mind's eye
Gamblin' ain't what I do best
I can see the end of me
And underneath it all seems so cheap
Them crooked vultures come to pick me clean
Might as well succumb to the nature of things
They won't stop
Till all's white washed
with a candy crushed coated view
I'm on a tightrope blind
Like a bird strung on a wire
In the sunshine
While I pray for rain
Counting bullets at my feet
Keeps me dancing on my knees
In my mind's eye
Gamblin' ain't what I do best
Do electric sheep
dare ever dream
at the cost of empathy
If I float or Sink
Happy Drowning
I'll practice patience where I preach
On a tightrope and I'm walkin' blind
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