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Homecoming
01:15
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Lazarus
01:50
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I’ll make you feel invisible
(they make you feel invisible)
So baby call me Lazarus, by the way I wear my skin
I know you see me walking
Around this town like I don’t have friends
But I know there's no love, no love lost for you & me
So baby call me Lazarus, and you can wear my skin and see
I’ll make you feel, invisible
So baby call me Lazarus, by the way I wear my skin
I know you see me walking
Around L.A like I don’t have friends
But I know there's no love, no love lost for you & me
So baby call me Lazarus, and you can wear this skin and see
Silent nights entranced by white light
Frightened by the thought of what might
Find me in the shadows while i
Take my chances dreaming of you
I’ll make you feel, invisible
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3. |
Bloodlines
01:41
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She was tall and slender
A spiritualized peaceful mass (mess)
Like a sacred old cathedral
Gothic in every way
Bloodlines, blood deep
Will you remember me when I am dead and gone?
Will you remember me when I am underground?
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4. |
Judith
01:56
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In the darkest places, deep within your soul
Lies a fucking demon, looking for control
Show me your fears, outline in blood
When no one is around, I’ll carve mine in blood
Ritualistic routine, devouring
Ritualistic routine...
DEVOUR ME
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5. |
Kintsugi
01:33
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No excuses, no regrets
For what you’ve done to yourself
Fuck self loathing, fuck the rest
There's only time to change yourself
Rewrite history with blood and pain
Bloody noted
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R + V
02:07
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Poison. Poison. Poison.
It's what they’re feeding you
Poison. Poison. Poison.
Will be the end of you
(don’t let them discredit your worth)
Stay creative. Question everything.
Free to be. Free to choose. Free to love. Free to be.
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7. |
BLCKSVNDY
03:10
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Her fragrance was fatal, yet welcomed me
Onto coloured shards, broken stained-glass
Inebriated hearts, in daze, we crave
For something more secure
So pure. So pure. Blanket of regret
My hearth. My hearth
On this black sunday
We sold, our souls
Consumed by your memory
Killed the better half of me
Fatal! (bouquet)
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8. |
Blair St.
02:22
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Think I found, what I lost. Years ago in the cold.
Here we go I’m feeling low
(Digging up an empty soul!)
Pick me up and feeling down
Digging up an empty sound
Grey and great. I loved your fucking face!
Life's like a bloodclot, a dark close.
Dilapidated stairs in a spiral form
There's no religion. There's no escape.
There's no religion. There's no escape
Swallow and purge. Destroy and disassemble
Every road that leads to you
Spent so much time in an empty space!
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9. |
1949
02:24
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Coward coward coward! You couldn't face me!
You hooligan all I wanted was honesty
Cigarette burns and chelsea grins
Skidrow lovers til the end!
Walking down the street with your head in the sky
I’ll never forgive til the day you die
Five foot five, light blue eyes
Left to die in ‘49
Let me buy you a drink and get to know you
Give me some time and I will show you
This is a face that you can trust my dear
I’ll make ‘49 your year. If you come here...
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10. |
Memento Mori
01:32
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Martyrs and saints, you’re all the same
Wish I had a sliver of faith
You come to me with your prophecies
Deny me eternity
I got a blood lust towards scum like you!
Memento mori. Rest in peace.
Death respects no one!
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11. |
Isolation // Separation
02:15
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Isolation. Separation
9 to 5. It keeps me whole
Everyone's got a breaking point
I think I’ve reached the end
Automated on repeat
Slowly losing everything
Fleshy winter withering drapes
Decaying across my face
Stationary carcass
Copy paste delete
Durden driven and deranged
Slowly losing everything
Blackened out my eyes
Dislocate my jaw
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It's in your head. It's in your head
Everyone you loved is fucking dead
Seeing red. Seeing red
Dare me to kill this fucking trend
Slit wrists (Tears are shed)
Split lips (Blood is red)
This curse (In My head)
Your hearse (Love is dead)
Slit wrist. Split lips. Tears shed. Blood red. This curse. My head.
The friend you loved is fucking dead
Can't shake. this fucking curse. Can’t shake
Can’t shake
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13. |
Black Blood
01:45
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I hope it all works out for you
In the belly of the beast
You're never gonna come away from this
With a crown of victory
Undead undead.
Knowing your number is called.
Lucky number one thru nine
you can't change your destiny
Bad blood is running in your veins
Black blood corroding in your veins
Good intentions of falling in line
You're following false alarms
Face up. Buried alive
I've read these lines so many times.
It's nothing but genital mutilation.
Nothing but Social decapitation.
Bad blood is running in your veins
Black blood corroding in your veins
Bad blood is running in your veins
Black blood corroding in your veins
Face up. Buried alive
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14. |
The Proclamation
05:38
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What if the blue fell from the sky
And painted me the color of alive
How could the breath, found in my soul
Pay sins wages or death toll
I may never know the truth of what wise man seek
Or find enlightenment of what scholars speak
But when i cease to be my lungs will issue forth
The proclamation of
My undying love for you
You can’t save me from myself
You hold the truth
You cannot save me from myself
What if the blue fell from the sky
And painted me I’m not alive
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