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National Ave.
03:45
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Cruising through night at the speed of solitude
Wrecking your life and the sound is feeling good
Emotional bat-brain torments I'll fill you with my food
Savoury satisfaction and a god that only broods
Ship me one more petulant, simple, slaving fool
I'll stuff his stockings with regret and set him back a grade in school
Drop me off on National Avenue
Scotch and Bourbon drown the afternoon
In this fleeting, failing, loving, mourning grasp
To find an answer all you had to do was ask
Ship me one more petulant, simple, slaving fool
I'll stuff his stockings with regret and set him back a grade in school
Ship me one more petulant, simple, slaving fool
Ship me one more petulant, simple, slaving fool
I'll stuff his stockings with regret
(Gonna stuff his stockings with regret)
I'll stuff his stockings with regret and set him back a grade in school
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On The List
04:24
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I died in a gutter in east Berlin
Choked on the sewage and regurgitated gin
Across the river and under the gate
Abandon all hope the directive did dictate
But of the good to treat
There I found not a few
The punishment undue
Ah! my faithful lustful friends, with you I empathize
Blown about in the storm never again to shut your eyes
Underneath the mud and the icy rain
The swine and the gluttons from conusumption now refrain
Time is not our friend
For hopes that won't come true
We are all in a queue
There are nine circles
In which do you belong?
The countless faithless somewhere went wrong
And all I sought was truth, with hell I'm repaid
Avarice and prodigality
In their strife will not find the golden mean
For the wrathful will fight and the slothful will drown
Eternally confined to the river's murky brown
Oh Farinata
With your soul aflame
Seek joy find shame
In a boiling river of blood immersed
The takers of lives and those that took their own first
The fraudulent liars and thieves intertwine
They were not two nor one their bodies realigned
Ah your wounds may heal
They will be torn again
In this unbroken chain
Up to their wretched necks ever encased in ice
The truly treacherous here doubly pay the price
The beast once as fair as now he is black
Chewing on Iscariot and scratching him on the back
Oh fallen angel
I shed tears for thee
When will you be free?
There are nine circles
In which do you belong?
The countless faithless somewhere went wrong
And all I sought was truth, with hell I'm repaid
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Monster
03:15
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Why does living feel so empty when I'm not alone?
Just because I live here doesn't mean I feel at home
Every time I see you, I get the strong urge to run
Pack my bags and leave this hell, never to return
Can't catch my breath
Can't ease my mind
Can't pull away but I
Can't bear to stay
Every possible way out is barred
But every fibre of my being screams that this is not my life
You are a monster
With a heart of blackest coal
A succubus by instinct
With a ravenous hunger for my soul
Time gets so heavy, stretched and slow
A leaden weight in my stomach, how could I let you know?
Your attempts to subvert me, won't make me more like you
Everyone is their own person, and it just won't do
Don't want your love
Don't need your time
Don't turn a phrase
That you can't repay
Now life is open and free
I will leave this pit and damn the life I leave behind, I will live
You are a monster
With a heart of blackest coal
A succubus by instinct
With a ravenous hunger for my soul
You are a monster
With a heart of blackest coal
A succubus by instinct
With a ravenous hunger for my, for my, for my soul
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Intentions Only
03:03
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In a coil on my bed
I wasn't really dead but oh
Maybe I wanted to be
Worked up the nerve to go out, and
I still have my doubts but oh
I'd like to try it and see
It could all end in disaster
And it might not even matter but oh
Will you come home with me?
I swear these are intentions only
A man should never feel this lonely
Drifting like a lost soul cast out, oh cast out to sea
Diving through the depths of today
I can no longer hide my dismay
Oh please just don't forget me
You see it's simpler to be more cunning
Rather than to send you running
Am I who you want me to be?
But before I'm fully zoned out
Before I throw my phone out
Will you please just come home with me?
I swear these are intentions only
A man should never feel this lonely
Drifting like a lost soul cast out, oh cast out to sea
In a coil on my bed
I wasn't really dead but oh
Maybe I wanted to be
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