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The Serpent's Daughter
05:37
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It's unfair the things God's done to you, i'll never be another test he’ll try to put you through. I'll be your lamb you can slaughter in the name of faith, even though i'm gutless, you can use my blood as paint.
I've been thinking about what you said, in my head while we sleep in separate beds. It's this distance that scratches my facade. I declawed that demon, but i'm not closer to God.
All I wanted was to love you and keep you safe, stay awake, and protect you from the snake.
It's true that we all have different views, and mine's that God would tell you he can't love you like I do, it's true.
I know that you think my smooth talk is cheap, just another line I recite before I sleep. You're the only thing in life that gives me purpose; You're the one that I will always worship.
There is meaning behind every single word it's a curse it only comes out in verses, in the moment I have trouble with my thoughts. You're an angel, but i'm not closer to God.
I can't sit at the right hand of her father, i'm dead set on the serpent's daughter.
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Murphy
04:05
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How long have you been out on your own? Straying away, staying away from this home? Half pints on the bar line would give eye teeth for your time. Stay away, you know they feast on your kind.
It doesn’t matter what I say. You’re never happy with me anyway; I succumb to your demand, and try to be someone who understands. Doesn't matter what I say, you're never happy with me anyway; I succumb do your demand, and you dig holes and plant snake tails in the sand.
I hope this day won't be our last. I know that you're never coming back. And half pints on the bar line would give eye teeth for your time. Stay away, you know they feast on your kind.
Oh I won't be around when you wish it would've lasted. You're safer in the ground in your pre-paid casket; Self absorbed as a kid on acid, it feeds your dreams but I wake up flaccid. Half pints on the bar line, give eye teeth for your time, you know they feast on your kind. I've had enough. I’ve had enough... I’ve had enough.
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X Marks The Spot
03:55
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Your treasure chest is heavy with a heart full of gold. There’s friction of sand between us, the maps hard to unfold. I’ve sailed 7 seas I’ve heard every siren’s sad sad song. Once I hear my hearts content that’s when I move on.
When your tides are low and you seem so out of reach, I’ll walk 40 years through desert to get to your beach. Until I find X I’ll keep digging holes in the ground. Or snuggle with a blanket in your sea of tears and drown.
Throw me a rope and I’ll unknot the ties. Sever waves of accusations, net your school of lies. I’ll sink them with an anchor I forge from other guys. And if you don’t give me your hand than at least you’ll know I tried.
I want attention but have nothing good to say. I’m just another spark in space and I burn out every day. I hear my best friend’s voice and the last words that she said. And that track plays on repeat inside my broken head.
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Blacklight
04:00
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Your intuition is strong tonight. Despite the fact that it’s hardly right. I turned my back on old bad habits just to hear you say things out of spite. Your psychological complex is buried beneath all the lies that support all your theories.
Seven days and seven nights is a week of rest without a fight and I regret words I selected because you sift through them under a black light.Your so careless with your words. I’ve got a mouthful that you haven’t even heard and out of all your accusations there’s not one that I’ll defend. There’s no use in trying when I know how this all ends.
I’ll never be the person that you can’t admit you wish I was. Just forget the memories you had of us. Take your anger to the grave if you feel like it. I’m not mad, I’m just sad you broke my spirit.
I must be a fool enslaved by desire to give you what you crave. I feel so unappreciated when all I do you take in vain. We are both fueled by thoughts so unclean. I struck a match up in our bath of gasoline.
You won’t get a thing from me. From now on my trust is under latch and key. There’s no compensation for the lost time that weve spent. There’s no use in crying when our love was just pretend
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Lashes
06:10
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I fight sleep but I welcome death, I guess buy now you're used to it. This is me saying i'm sorry. That I make friends with steel when I forget my name. Clarity congeals in my blood while cleaning up the stains. My scars are an artifact of things I've done that I can't take back because time will never let me.
I burn self respect while you stitch up my gashes with lashes of regret you sow in the ashes. We stay up till dawn erases silhouettes of everything we dwell on but our problems exist.
I take root in fields without a single goal. Layers I peal but I can't find a soul. Resurrect demons I've slain, will I forget my name or break myself into pieces from a hole?
I count winters since I said that I would change. Repeat the promises I broke to shattered window panes. My tongue is as sharp as glass, you hold on to the words that I cant take back. The ones that cut you deepest.
I burn self respect while you stitch up my gashes with lashes of regret you sow in the ashes. We stay up till dawn erases silhouettes of everything we dwell on but our problems exist.
I take root in fields without a single goal. Layers I peal but I can't find a soul. Resurrect demons I've slain, will I forget my name or break myself into pieces from a hole?
We can dine with fire but I'll be seeing black.
We can dine with fire but I'll be seeing black.
We can dine with fire but I'll be seeing black.
We can dine with fire but I'll be seeing black.
I take root in fields without a single goal. Layers I peal but I can't find a soul. Resurrect demons I've slain, will I forget my name or break myself into pieces from a hole?
We can dine with fire in our glasses, fill mine to the top, so we can sew in all the ashes of everything we've lost.
Tonight we stand and raise our glasses to lift our sunken hearts.
We'll fight fire without matches and win our battles in the dark.
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