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Drupe
05:37
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It sits heavy in my gut.
A pit, a black hole
insatiable and unrelenting.
I remain rotting on the ground.
Toxic bones make flesh fall off.
I am poison, I am poison, I am
not well.
Toxic bones make flesh fall off,
make flesh fall off,
make flesh fall off.
Who do you think I am?
Who do you think I am?
Hopefully with some luck and grace I can
make it to another birthday
not completely tired of the empty space in
my bed - in my head - in my bed.
Withering from the outside in.
I don't know if my heart will ever beat again.
But that's alright I suppose.
Never really learned its "ins and outs" anyway.
I'm as light as a feather.
I'm as stiff as a board.
I'm as broken as a promise.
I'm as lifted as the lord.
I'm as light as a feather.
I'm as stiff as a board.
I'm as broken as a promise,
but so are you if we're being honest.
Who do you think I am?
Who do you think I am?
Who do you think I am
and who do you want me to be?
Do you want me to be sorry?
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2. |
Trigger Fin---
02:19
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3. |
Hollow Point
01:54
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(You've) Got your hand on the gun the world holds up
to your head.
But the trigger feel heavy and you
can't push it in.
Time keeps dripping and the reservoir
is drying up.
But don't you dare panic; it was never meant
to stay full.
Several times bitten, something swells inside
of your chest.
Never not smitten, fall apart like all
of the rest.
You should get fucked - die young! - but it's probably
a little too late.
So maybe jerk off and just die instead.
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4. |
Mori
02:01
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...in my grave...
...I decide...
...at least I [...] hope...
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5. |
0 for 1
05:33
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Hand to my heart:
I never thought I would make it this far.
And as rust starts to swallow my car
I have run out of surfaces to scar.
Time takes a lot.
Should I lie and say I will give it all I've got
when we both know I will probably not?
You know I don't give it too much thought.
Arms at my side.
Content in knowing there is no bride.
Hide of sadness as I run with the pride.
Shame in failure, bigger shame that I tried.
I'm 0 for 1.
After two rounds tapped out, but now I'm facing no one.
Too old for a comeback, settle for reruns.
Memories played again 'til they're forgotten.
That could be me
flickering in your mind like a broken TV.
Makes you sick, all those lines on the screen.
Throw it away! Try to keep your mind clean.
Feed the unfed.
A dog in the street hanging its tired head
can do more with your prayers than I can your bed.
Forever un-sated, I should be dead.
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6. |
Brittle Things
02:28
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Your silence has been like rust over the tired
machine of my heart.
I don't know why I let myself fall apart this way.
I can't keep up with the little things;
clothes might stay unclean.
And you just keep breaking the brittle things.
They were bound to be dust anyway.
How can I keep the stupid gaping cave
of my mouth shut
and keep you from hearing the echoes of what I
say to myself?
I don't blame you for trying to forget me and cringing
when you can't.
Discarded like a misshapen peach,
you shouldn't have to watch my flesh rot off.
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7. |
Know
05:12
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8. |
No Broken Bones
01:13
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9. |
Oh
03:34
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A line in the sand drawn by your hand,
"I am nothing without a man."
Peach pit to teeth - something's gonna crack
and either blood or juice will wipe the beach clean.
Oh my god.
I lost everything.
Oh my god.
I don't know anything.
Oh my god.
I lost everything.
Straight from the brain, moth to a spark,
faking a smile isn't the hardest part.
(Rather) Sleeping alone, nursing wounds in the dark
and having to put up with your own failing heart.
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
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10. |
NBD
03:59
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inkmink Maine
inkmink started in an apartment in Farmington, Maine in 2005. inkmink is an independent project.
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