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Stay Pretty

Well, you've been living a lie by your own admission My patience has been hard enough to fake And the secrets you save for your new physician Are leaving me with one ear on the safe And the holes in your story increase suspicion Your witnesses have all been o...

Sucker Bait

Life-sentence spent in my head Skirting around the obvious Brain-dead and gone At least my mom thinks I'm a catch Three square meals served up in bed Too far ashamed for an audience A self medicated mess I'm the poster boy for abstinence Up and out of my mind...

Take It From Me

I think i might have cracked my wishbone In the fall Aspirations all gone wrong Now my mouth's off the leash And its armed to release Got my target set on all of y'all I can't believe the lines they fed you All along Congregations have been conned Well I've...

This Masterpiece

I open up my mouth to speak you paint the picture of my tongue I choke until I bleed I open up my eyes to see you mask my face to see the tears I sob until I sleep This masterpiece has been covered up with paint so thick that you can't see the mess you've m...

Until the Bitter End

Dawning comes creeping in shivers run upon my skin mist is floating all around drifting randomly above the ground I've been sitting here throughout the night From the veil of fog struggles the sun But it doesn't warm a despaired heart Life has never be...

War

Well, you said you wanted war But nobody wants to fail the future If you say it's too late It's not too late, it's not too late, whoa I wanna wake up on the day I found you I wanna wrap these shaky arms around you I wanna find a decent way to tell you I need...

We All Fall Down

This time we'll set the record straight Head trips grasping for something to say Make your move before it's too late Because we all fall down Left for dead Decaying in your grave Daily routine future filed away Flash-backwards thinking everyday It's time for y...

Zelda

Words from a drunk and numbers in code I've got the pride of the Irish on the phone Keep sending postcards from Chicago Pressure's building up I think I might explode Hold tight I wish that you could see through my eyes I've never really been good with goodb...