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With Whiskey as My Guide
06:07
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I've been seeing you through an empty glass
Finally I've lost sight of myself
Now all the cunts swarm like locusts
And the good friends drop like flies
is it good? is it fun? do you like it?
When the parties over where do you go?
With whiskey as my guide
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I pick my teeth out of the wall
As I spit my blood in the drain
I cant leave my mark on this world
cause it washes in the rain
Bed Bound and Boozin
Bed bound and boozin
Bed bound and boozin
Bed bound
Bed bound
Putting sand in my ears
To hear the sound of the sea
So I can hear my ribs split
As they smash against the cliffs
When you're standing in the cubicle of life and look down and see your own reflection in someone else's piss
I just knew
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Amongst the cans of piss and pigeon shit
Throwing up sick and throwing up fists
Don't we all live for this
The corpse city
Like a moth to a flame
The light at the end is an oncoming train
Shut down on the high street
Avoiding every glance I meet
Don't think I'll ever leave
The corpse city
A pint of gold a friend to drink it with I fell and we failed ourselves good meaningful chat the time to get comfortable in the twisted metal of a drunk driving wreck an understanding look in the eye the greatest gift the embrace goes on longer than expected it’s all silence because it always is and it speaks when it’s needed my whole life I’ve been off by one slumping in the Scablands the end of everything is coming with me
Like a moth to a flame
The light at the end is an oncoming train
Lots the think, nothing to say
I don't think we'll make it through another day
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4. |
Permanent Comedown
04:22
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I'm feeling black and blue
A rest days over due
Serotonin levels through the roof
Till it comes down on you
Now I can't speak, my bodies weak
I can't breathe, clenching my teeth
I can't leave, my bodies weak
I'm in a permanent comedown
I can't sleep
Walking through the streets under white light staring at my feet
It's always dark when I get here
It's always dark when I leave
It's always dark in my head
it's always dark in my dreams
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5. |
Certain Comforts
03:09
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Waking up still fucking high again
How the fuck will I get by my friends
Smoke it up, drink it up
All I want to do is spill my guts again
Don't rate me forsake me
Just hate me that sounds great
I've got hate
Waking up I'm fucking crying again
I never said goodbye to my bestfriend
Smoke it up, drink it up
all I'm gonna do is spill my guts again
Now it's all gone
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6. |
Elan
04:44
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They moved me in the night
To a place called Poland
They took away my clothes and shoes
And then they burned them
I don’t know where we went then
They put a bag over my head
You’ll never see your parents again boy
You’ll never see your friends
Oh now where did you go to school?
Didn’t you go to school?
Where did you go to school?
Didn’t you go to school?
Healing
Heathens
Elan
Elan
They caught me smiling
Now it’s me vs everyone
I said they'd never find me
But here I am starving for love
Desperate to belong and I gravely need to leave
I can't see a way out that ends well for me
Choking in my sleep
And crying in my dreams
Throwing up nothing
It's the living we greive
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7. |
Sláinte
03:19
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Sipping cement on a rough day
Sit back to let it dry and,
Jump straight into the sea
Burning up postcards is my picturesque view
And I.... wait
Give in
Leave reality
Grieve for the living
Envy the dead
Every night is always the same
Life is too long to not get what you want
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9. |
Inholytoxicated
03:21
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You didn't find faith
You were given,
Forced faith by the one who delivered you
Blind faith
When your conscious
Guilt free, To live with your conscience
Justification
You stumble
Carried by the arms of inebriation
Belief or bottle
What's the difference
Numb the world to see it in another light
What is wrong?
Body
Blood
Body
Inholytoxicate
You've a new god same as the old one
You'll choke the same when they're standing on your neck
Got a secret
You've never found it
Goes down again and again and again
There's no need to breathe
I would leave if that was me
I've seen your keep
Your reason to be up so early
Same as the old one
Same as the same
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I want gas clouds to come down
I want the sky to fall out
Symphonic crying for help
Dead ground and permanent drought
Sit back and hear them scream
It's all part of my incredible scheme
Plant fear to sell it back
Death is a money making machine
When I say don't breath, I mean don't breathe
You can't afford to live here
You can't even afford to die here
Taking care of my investment, while it pays for itself
I like to Keep them drunk and medicated
Just keep them Ill and faithful
And as I boil the seas and tear apart the land
I look on and I just laugh
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11. |
No Goodbyes
03:26
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No Goodbyes
Which way are you walking
Im going backwards, I'll see you there
Every new day is a curse
Each new breath is complacency
Life's too long
Death's been on my mind recently
No Goodbyes
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