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Diner
Outside of Arligton
I'm ten cigarettes deep
You smile and say at least it's getting warm again
I stare blankly into my weak black coffee
Then you're gone then I'm alone again
Just the jukebox and me
They all say I shouldn't spend so much time alone my friends
What do they know about me
The glassware glows like poison
The cancer starts to spread
Render down the disparate pieces
Make an offering to death
Make an offering to death
Pickup truck full of payload
Sitting in the parking lot
Guess I'm all out of cigarettes
Guess it's time I stepped off
I know you're somewhere doing something
I guess you're pitying me
But when it all comes down to nothing
I'll be the only one laughing
The glassware glows like poison
The cancer starts to spread
Render down the disparate pieces
Make an offering to death
Make an offering to death
Starch my stole with egg whites
Prepare the sacrificial rite
Walk out of the gas station
Blowing fresh poison to the night
Blowing fresh poison to the night
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The first attempt didn't go quite as planned but I didn't let it get me down
After all you always said we don't make mistakes we just have happy accidents
I wouldn't be here if I didn't believe those words were true
So I'll go back to the drawing board and destroy this hellspawn I raised from the remains of you
In a Florida cemetery
Book bound in human skin clasped in my hand
I stand over a grave
Trying to bring about the dawn of a new age
Of joy and painting of taking care of the earth
My chose prophet understands these things but right now he's buried six feet under me
And as it turns out
Black magic isn't as easy as wet on wet painting technique
The stakes are a bit higher
If I fuck up the whole world could end in fire
Oh Bob what would you do
If you found yourself in my shoes
Oh Bob I could really use
Some soft spoken reassurances from you
Oh how I love thee
Arise and shed your light upon me
If I could just get this incantation right
I would have the means to give you divine might
Everyone's forgotten your name
And the world's just a blue and green ball of hate
I know I know I know
Your second coming could take that pain away
Oh Bob what would you do
If you found yourself in my shoes
Oh Bob I could really use
Some soft spoken reassurances from you
Oh how I love thee
Arise and shed your light upon me
If I could just get this incantation right
I would have the means to give you divine might
I've been here all day
And I'm prepared to stay all night
If I ever get discouraged
I'll just pull out my phone
Watch you paint mountains for a while
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3. |
Ghost Light (Demo)
03:26
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Your candle sits unlit
On the console I stare at it
See a ghost light in my mind
And it's you I find inside
Say don't worry baby it will be alright
Say don't worry baby let me hold you tight
Six months out alone in the dark
Six months flying through this field of ever burning sparks
They're all ghost lights in my mind and it's only ever you I find inside
You try to reach for me but your arms pass through
Oh won't you help me you said you could save me too
Your tears couldn't stop me
Your gift couldn't stop me
You held me down when I wanted to fly
And I'll never forgive you
But God do I miss you now that you're just candle and ghost lights
Your tears couldn't stop me
Your gift couldn't stop me
You held me down when I wanted to fly
And I'll never forgive you
But God do I miss you now that you're just candle and ghost lights
Unlit candle and ghost lights
Unlit candle and ghost light
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4. |
Queen of Shit (B-Side)
04:51
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Sometimes it's easier to ignore the mess
Distract yourself until it's time to go to bed
Wake up in the morning do it all over again
Pile trash on trash wait for a miracle to make it end
Getting pretty sick of all these mood swings and pills
Want singing to feel just like it used to feel
Like purest communication the highest truth
Now my head is full of fog and garbage just like these rooms
Falling back down
Into that pit
Gonna grin and say I put my foot right in it
Cuz
I'm the Queen of Shit
Surrounded by things I broke that I don't know what to do with
I'm dazed I'm stumbling I burn myself at both ends
I'm the Queen of Shit
The highs don't feel like highs anymore
The lows seem lower than ever before
Don't have the spoons to do a single dish
Sanity as precarious as the top of my overfilled wastebin
Wanna lie down and sleep through it
Cover up in junk
Try for that easy fix
Cuz
I'm the Queen of Shit
Surrounded by things I broke that I don't know what to do with
I'm dazed I'm stumbling I burn myself at both ends
I'm the Queen of Shit
Was finding balance with my imbalance
Now I'm balanced and losing my poise
So used to the cycles and to chasing that high
Now I don't know how to like staying steady
Feels like it's all falling apart
When it should be coming together
Feels like it's all falling apart
When it should be coming together
Feels like it's all falling apart
When it should be coming together
Feels like it's all falling apart
When it should be coming together
I'm the Queen of Shit
Surrounded by things I broke that I don't know what to do with
I'm dazed I'm stumbling I burn myself at both ends
I'm the Queen of Shit
I'm the Queen of Shit
I'm the Queen of Shit
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Paramour (Demo)
01:40
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She calls me her paramour
I don't know that I could ask for more
Sure it's just a fancy word for side piece
But when she says it about me well it makes me feel so sweet
She rolls me cigarettes when I wanna smoke them
She giggles when she makes me squirm
And when she smiles when she smiles at me like that
She makes my insides burn
Paramour she says you're my paramour
I don't know that I could ever want more
Paramour paramour
I wanna be I wanna be
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