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Our Conviction
02:00
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This is a funeral for what is fleeting and fades away and a celebatration of what lasts and remains. Too much is not enough. Despite the shadows, this is not a lightless world. Though the candle may flicker, I'll carry it as if it were a torch.
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Panic Attack for Fun
02:39
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The purpose and the pulse for a heart that once beat out of spite. Defying gravity, the opposite of a burden. Exhalations like the scent before it rains and fresh linen. Its much more than skin deep when a soul so precious and a mind so radiant season a flawless form with worth beyond any metric. More than a number, not just another: the only one. Maybe there's nothing new under the sun but I know a set of eyes and smile that outshines it anyway. I'd rip it from the sky and present it to you not just as a gift but also as a foil to prove my point. My every instance of arson just a tribute to a few embers in a hearth. All my bitter roots I'll trade for wings just to fly with you.
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You used an open opportunity to come clean as a chance to polish a fresh veneer of deceit. Inquiries answered with evasive indignation to function as deflection. Hand in hand with contradictions clasping complaints. I'll go out as a martyr. I wouldn't have it any other way. Until I felt like I was dying I never felt alive anyway. I may be a fool but you ain't fooling me. I'll sleep next to ice in your memory. Avert my eyes, bite my tongue and tune you out. I already knew and I saw through your facade. I already knew and I saw through your charade. Truth is he who walks in adoration but lying lips are an abomination. Razor tongues plot only destruction. Just as your frivolity overrides your fidelity, my intuition overrides my trust.
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Ain't nothing like the splinter shards of a broken glass once halfway full to scrub away all the filth along with every single feature of a face soon to be forgotten. Too late to leave. I'm already gone. Just turn your back and walk away. Wasting white-out won't work this time. Neither closure for the past, nor a catalyst for the future, merely a present convienience. Exfoliate and erase your face so it's as empty as the chest cavity I pried open with my extra rib in a futile attempt to find your heart. I've bled redder for less than this but the sweat on my brow has never been more salty. Care to compare with the contents of your crocodile tears? Use someone else's extra rib to till your grave. I just want to smile without sneering if only for once.
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Bust A Boogie
01:59
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A rose by any other name would still pierce the palm with thorns. The glory and agony entwined, embrace the petals along with the pain. We shall toast to things after you. Here's to you getting worse. Cheers for every fear and every single tear. Even my own blood isn't as thick as the water I use to wash my hands of it. Now I remove the noose from my neck that fashioned itself as a yoke. You're just an old trick for a new dog to learn. Goodbye and good riddance.
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Even the best eraser leaves a smudge and a pen was used anyway. A signature to stand amongst the scribbles and doodles. Folding when pressed like origami. Delicate, worthless, elegant, superfluous. I RSVPed to your pity party so we could both marinate in masochistic meloncholy. I catered to contagion, made of more yet I choose less. That which has been embraced shall now be inflicted. And when my spirit finally fractures from the fall, may the fragments flay your flesh away. Its blue blank depressive state left with no option but to embrace the comedown. This bed I made, I'll lay in it. Sweet dreams, nausea and vomit.
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Bear Slapping
03:19
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Bear Slapping
You were once a ray of light in a house marred by shadow but it was only for a moment. No notice given or taken. You're even sicker than the sicker you keep. You picked my bones clean but I'll reclaim my meat. There I died and here I was born. A monster rough hewn by unfortunate events given breath by necessity. Feast on rock and mud. Wash it down with your own blood. Villain over victim any day of the week. I'd pay the sum of the world to have your throat within my grasp and I won't rest while you draw breath. A cowward dies a thousand deaths. If only you had more than one life to take, you will bleed out from a thousand weeping wounds. I'll be the last one laughing loudest all the way to the bank. Insides exposed. Long overdue.
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Sour shades of pus and phlegm through the lens of infection. Subscribing to sickness to soothe our symptoms. Nausea replaced nourishment in the wake of nostalgia. We add insult to injury in spite of ourselves. Turn this tragedy into a triumph. It doesn't have to be this way. The fog was lifted. It was never hiding. Behind it resided a place that's authentic. The rapture came and went in the same instant. See the light and welcome it. Greet the door and open it. Rejected and neglected. Mistaken and forsaken. Turn away from the past. Turn away from the losses. There is still something left. There always will be. Hold on to this moment and carry it forward.
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13th Floor
03:03
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Both bedpost and belt have new notches but neither names nor numbers noteworthy. I cringe at the thought of casting coins into your charlatan of a wishing well every time I broke a dollar. Crossing my fingers as you dreamed. Praying for a starring role but all I got was a cameo. All the times I apologized for things you did to me. You're trying to forget what I can barely remember. Love is the sister of hate. Welcome to the family. I've seen worse so no regrets. From attraction and attachment to distraction and detachment. My footsteps will echo as I run through your mind in spite of space and time.
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