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Even Flow||
Alive||
Why Go||
Black||
Jeremy
Oceans||
Porch||
Garden||
Deep||
Release
I admit it. What's to say?
I'll relive it without pain.
Back street lover on the side of the road.
I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode.
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes.
I play.
Once upon a time I could control myself.
Once upon a time I could lose myself.
Oh, try and mimic what's insane.
I am in it, where do I stand?
Oh, Indian summer and I hate the heat.
I got a back street lover on the passenger seat.
I got my hand in my pocket, so determined, discreet.
I pray.
Once upon a time I could control myself.
Once upon a time I could lose myself.
You think I got my eyes closed,
But I'm looking at you the whole fucking time.
Once upon a time I could control myself.
Once upon a time I could lose myself.
Once upon a time I could love myself.
Once upon a time I could love you.
Once... [6x]
Freezing...rests his head on a pillow made of concrete..again.
Feeling...maybe he'll see a little better set of days.
Hand out... faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar.
Dark grin...he can't help when he's happy looks insane.
Even flow. Thoughts arrive like butterflies.
He don't know so he chases them away.
Someday yet he'll begin his life again.
Life again... life again...
Kneeling...looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read.
Praying...up to something that has never showed him anything.
Feeling...understands the weather of the winter on its way.
Ceilings...few and far between all the legal halls of shame.
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies.
He don't know so he chases them away.
Someday yet he'll begin his life again.
Whispering hands gently lead him away...
Him away... him away... fuck it up...
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies.
He don't know so he chases them away.
Someday yet he'll begin his life again.
Whispering hands gently lead him away...
Him away... him away... mommy, mommy...
"Son," she said, "Have I got a little story for you.
What you thought was your daddy was nothing but a...
While you were sitting home alone @ age thirteen,
Your real daddy was dying.
Sorry you didn't see him but I'm glad we talked."
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
Oh, she walks slowly across a young man's room.
She said, "I'm ready for you."
Well I can't remember anything to this very day...
'Cept the look. The look.
Oh, you know where. Now I can't see, I just stare.
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
"Is something wrong?" she said. Of course there is.
"You're still alive," she said. Oh, and do I deserve to be?
Is that the question? And if so, if so, who answers? Who answers?
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
I... I'm still alive.
She scratches a letter into a wall made of stone.
Maybe someday another child won't feel as alone as she does.
It's been two years and counting since they put her in this place.
She's been diagnosed by some stupid fuck and mommy agrees.
Why go home? [3x]
She seems to be stronger, but what they want her to be is weak.
She could play pretend. She could join the game, boy.
She could be another clone.
Why go home? [4x]
What you taught me put me here.
Don't come visit, mother... sting me...
Why go home? [4x]
What you taught me put me here.
Don't come visit, mother.
Why go home? [7x]
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay,
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul,
As the earth to the sun.
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn.
And all I taught her was everything...
I know she gave me all that she wore...
And now my bitter hands shake beneath the clouds,
Of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black...
...tattooed everything.
I take a walk outside. I'm surrounded by some kids at play.
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
And twisted thoughts that spin around my head...
I'm spinning...I'm spinning...
How quick the sun can drop away.
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass,
Of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black...
...tattooed everything.
All the love gone bad turned my world to black...
...tattooed all I see...all that I am...all I'll be.
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky,
But why, why, why can't it be, can't it be mine?
At home drawing pictures of mountain tops with him on top.
Lemon yellow sun. Arms raised in a V.
The dead lay in pools of maroon below.
Daddy didn't give attention to the fact that mommy didn't care.
King Jeremy the Wicked ruled his world.
Jeremy spoke in class today. [2x]
Clearly I remember picking on the boy.
Seemed a harmless little fuck...but we unleashed a lion.
Gnashed his teeth and bit the recess lady's breast.
How could I forget. And he hit me with a surprise left.
My jaw left hurting, dropped wide open.
Just like the day...like the day I heard
Daddy didn't give affection and the boy was something mommy wouldn't
wear.
King Jeremy the Wicked ruled his world.
Jeremy spoke in class today. [3x]
Try to forget this... (try to forget this)
Try to erase this... (try to erase this)
From the blackboard.
Jeremy spoke in class today. [2x]
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in... [2x]
Jeremy spoke in class today.
Spoke in... spoke in... [2x]
Hold on to the thread...the currents will shift...
Glide me towards you know something's left.
And we're all allowed to dream of the next time we touch...
You don't have to stray the oceans away...
Waves roll in my thoughts. Hold tight the ring,
The sea will rise...please stand by the shore.
I will be... I will be there once more.
What the fuck is this world running to?
You didn't leave a message at least I
Coulda' learned your voice one last time.
Daily minefield, this could be my time...'bout you?
Would you hit me? Would you hit me?
All the bills go by and initiatives are taken up
By the middle. There ain't gonna be any middle any more.
And the cross I'm bearing home ain't indicative of my place.
Left the porch. Left the porch.
Hear my name. Take a good look. This could be the day.
Hold my hand. Walk beside me. I just need to say.
Hear my name. Take a good look. This could be the day.
Hold my hand. Lie beside me. I just need to say...
I could not take just one day I know when I would not ever
Touch you, hold you, feel you in my arms...never again.
She don't wander in here...don't wander in here...
She...she don't wander in here...don't wander in here...
The direction of the eye, so misleading.
The defection of the soul, nauseously quick.
I don't question our existence,
I just question our modern needs.
She don't wander in here...don't wander in here...
She...she don't wander in here...don't wander in here...
I will walk with my hands bound...
I will walk with my face blood...
I will walk with my shadow flag...
Into your garden, garden of stone.
After all is done and we're still alone,
I won't be taken, yet I'll go...
With my hands bound...
I will walk with my face blood...
I will walk with my shadow flag...
Into your garden, garden of stone.
I don't show...I don't share...
I don't need what you have to give.
I will walk with my hands bound...
I will walk with my face blood...
I will walk with my shadow flag...
Into your garden... garden...
I will walk with my hands bound...
I walk into your garden, garden of stone.
I don't know...I don't care...
I don't need you for me to live.
On the edge...a windowsill.
Ponders his maker, ponders his will.
To the street below he just ain't nothin,
But he's got a great view
And he sinks the needle deep.
Can't touch the bottom.
In too deep. Can't touch the bottom.
On the edge of a know-nothing town.
Feeling quite superior, the aged come.
To the sky above he just ain't nothing,
But he's got a great view
And he sinks the burning knife deep.
Can't touch the bottom. In too deep.
Can't touch the bottom. In too deep.
On the edge of a Christmas clean love.
Young virgin from heaven... visiting Hell.
To the man above her she just ain't nothing,
And she doesn't like the view...
She doesn't like the view...
She doesn't like the view...
But he sinks himself deep.
Can't touch the bottom. In too deep.
Can't touch the bottom. [2x]
Deep...
The bottom... [5x]
I see the world, feel the chill.
Which way to go? Windowsill.
I see the words on a rocking horse of time.
I see the verse in the rain.
Oh, dear dad, can you see me now?
I am myself like you somehow.
I'll ride the wave where it takes me.
I'll hold the pain...release me.
Oh, dear dad can you see me now?
I am myself like you somehow.
I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me.
I've opened up...release me.
