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Death Trial
03:39
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It's a nightmare trying to reach you.
Honestly, it's a death trial
sleeping soundly in the street,
my eyes closed tight like handcuffs.
Cross my heart, hope to die.
Hope you find what hurts the most inside my mind
(where I like to hold you).
My hands to your throat.
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2. |
Drug School
03:55
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Silence is my favorite drug.
I've been following a trail of your crimson blood.
I've been following a trail
of that broken hearted love from horizon to shore.
From here to no more,
veil black rain falling on ruined floorboards.
I've got that venom touch.
You've got nothing left to say to me
so back the fuck away from me.
I don't give a good goddamn anymore -
you could tie my innards to the back of a Chevy pickup truck
& drive south. My secrets & sins
run deeper than the circles in a fiery, Roman Catholic hell.
I've got that venom touch.
You've got nothing left to say to me
so back the fuck away from me.
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3. |
Seance Bell
03:56
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Yeah, there are lights beyond these autumn hills
that blare like stars. Will you count the miles
that separate my switchblade heart from you?
Because thats the rough number of ashen pills
I need to keep myself unhinged
& close to the cold, steel-hard, lonely ground.
It's dangerous at night.
The wind lifts like fire.
Make ghosts with your breath,
watch them fade out like life.
I'll always be alone, is there any other way to die?
Are you afraid to be alone?
I could see it in your eyes -
a reflection of a sickle moon, crippled
above a collapsing barn
(sinking in a foreign woods).
I reached for your pale arms
to guide your hands through my chest
so you could touch a frozen hell,
so you could pull up in your palms, my poison,
like a bucket in a well.
Maybe then you'd feel a silence of a first snow
& know there's a darkness moving through my blood
(tolling through me like a seance bell).
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4. |
Knoxville Sky
04:51
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I ain't worth a damn - a drop of blood,
a bead of sweat. A long drunken bottle
with a broken neck. Living on the run.
What a joke, what a scream.
A life ain't nothing, man.
It don't mean nothing to me.
Hold on to that Knoxville sky.
I've been working, I can only try.
Like a broke machine I've got but one song to sing.
I'm a lonely criminal. I'm a tortured thing.
Down in a hole trying to make two ends meet.
A death ain't nothing, man.
It don't mean nothing to me.
Hold on to that Knoxville sky.
I've been working.
I can only try.
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