It's a beautiful day for fishing, if we can get away.

I know you see the vision, we're just too sick to stay.

The neon cynicism of the city melts away

To a sky so full of stars that it's blinding.

When the abyss is staring back, there's nowhere left to hide.

Reflected in still waters, you wrench me from the tide,

The light's call from the bottom, silenced by the dark.

In diverging currents we were bound to drift apart.

And it began to pour, you know the kind of rain that makes the worms come out?

The secrets of decay, all but washed away, as the cycle takes a bow.

Truth's limp form left strewn forlorn across the asphalt now.

Harvested for bait, where the river meets the lake, to be cast yet into doubt.

To stay afloat, don't rock the boat.

To not get wet, don't shake the net.

When the horrors of the deep refuse to let you sleep,

I promise it's less painful to forget.

And it began to pour, you know the kind of rain that makes the worms come out?

The secrets of decay, all but washed away, as the cycle takes a bow.

Truth's limp form left strewn forlorn across the asphalt now.

Harvested for bait, where the river meets the lake, to be cast yet into doubt.

I asked you what had happened,

"How'd it start to end?"

A drop broke the surface tension as I asked again.

You never said a word, as if you hadn't heard,

As if you didn't care, or you were never here.

And it began to pour, you know the kind of rain that makes the worms come out?

The secrets of decay, all but washed away, as the cycle takes a bow.

Truth's limp form left strewn forlorn across the asphalt now.

Harvested for bait, what's another dead poet in the lake, free of doubt.

And I began to cry, you know the kind of tears that burn your cheeks in crooked streaks,

Carve your face with pain into a pale contorted beast,

And drown you in the outpouring of all you held beneath,

As your air claws to escape between the gasping breaths you breathe,

While it's sinking you below the depths of which you know the least,

All to feed you to the bottom of what bottom-feeders feast?

But it's a beautiful day for fishing.

Sifting dusty streets,

A new weight lay at my feet.

Because I'm lost without you

And I can't find my way back.

Oh how the Sun it burns,

Impartial murder of epidermis.

And oh my god how I yearn

For one more kiss.

Our love fell like a cartel hit, I think this is it,

I may never make it out alive.

But since you called it quits the mystery is

How you could leave all that we had behind.

You left me all alone

In this place you call home.

Now I don't ever wanna go back to Tijuana.

I just need you to know

We could fix these broken bones

Excuse me sir but please have you seen this señiorita?

Pan comido,

Diste gato por liebre

Vivo a duras penas

¿Y por qué querría yo hacerlo?

Our love fell like a cartel hit, I think this is it,

I may never make it out alive.

But since you called it quits the mystery is

How you could leave all that we had behind.

You left me all alone

In this place you call home.

Now I don't ever wanna go back to Tijuana.

I just need you to know

We could fix these broken bones

Excuse me sir but please have you seen this señiorita?

Mi mente, su casa.

Mi mente, su casa.

Mi mente, su casa.

Mi mente, su casa.

Mi mente, su casa.

Tu amor, mi final.

Mi mente, su casa.

Tu amor, mi final.

You left me all alone

In this place you call home.

Now I don't ever wanna go back to Tijuana.

I just need you to know

We could fix these broken bones

Excuse me sir but please have you seen this señiorita?

(Oh-oh)

Now I don't ever wanna go back to Tijuana.

Mi mente, su casa.

Tu amor, mi final.

Excuse me sir but please have you seen this señiorita?

(Oh-oh)

Now I don't ever wanna go back to Tijuana.

Mi mente, su casa.

Tu amor, mi final.

I can't escape my pulse, it's drowning out my thoughts.

Echoes of aorta pump shame through the night.

I can make excuses but I could never make it right.

If I could drown in a tear,

I'd know what it was shed for.

Salt in the wounds,

Back through the pores.

Yet the world would live on, ignoring the cost

Of a few cells within.

The satisfaction of knowing I left a mark

For a wound is just the absence of skin.

I can't escape this place, there's no way out.

The cycle repeats again without a doubt.

I can't know if  consciousness ends with decay.

But my carbon will stick around to take the pain.

If I could suffocate in a breath,

I know it'd haunt the Earth, taken by the breeze,

Fill many a sail,

Finally free.

Yet the world would live on, ignoring the cost

Of a few cells within.

The satisfaction of knowing I left a mark

For a wound is just the absence of skin.

Oh skin falls thin,

Paper mache that melts in the rain.

When all that is left is all that I had

Will it still be so hard just to understand.

Oh skin falls thin,

Paper mache that melts in the rain.

No name in stone can last being erode.

There's more to the end then the end.

Yet the world would live on, ignoring the cost

Of a few cells within.

The satisfaction of knowing I left a mark

For a wound is just the absence of skin.

Yet the world would live on, ignoring the cost

Of a few cells within.

The satisfaction of knowing I left a mark

For a wound is just the absence of skin.

I pick the skin off of my fingers.

I need to bleed to feel alive (alive).

Though you are gone, your image lingers.

Without you here, the blues arrive (arrive). 

You're gone. x4

My bloody fingers tell a tale

Of the way that seeing you makes me feel.

I just can't bare to look you in the eye

So I just stare at my bloody fingers and cry.

They say that old habits die hard,

Well let's hope I don't join them. 

I pick the skin off of my fingers.

But I'm getting sick of seeing blood (oh).

I've never been much of a singer.

But I hope my words will mean enough (enough). 

You're gone. x4 

My bloody fingers tell a tale

Of the way that seeing you makes me feel.

I just can't bare to look you in the eye

So I just stare at my bloody fingers and cry.

They say that old habits die hard,

Well let's hope I don't join them. 

My nervousness makes my life hard,

I could never show you every scar.

But when I look at all my bloody fingers,

Can I be proud of where they are?

I know 'cause Joel told me:

The sun will turn into darkness and the moon into blood

Before the great and terrible day of the Lord comes

But I know no God who would stand for this torment.

I know because I killed them.

Here I've stayed to slave away each and every day.

All to ensure I could hold nothing holy.

Feel the surface tension holding last light's reflection,

Diffuse warmth of a dying star whose lunar echoes haunt me.

Wrench the tides in my veins 'til I halt these tireless photons.

And as the final wave breaks I yearn to lie beneath it.

(Water your fields with the blood of the moon)

Take it for what it's worth, tell me the cost of dirt,

Opt to bypass aquifer, go straight to the source.

Find me the cure for hurt, purge blood-brain barrier

With universal solvent wear this cancer away.

Dawn plants its caustic beams to earth and sea to thaw the freeze.

And I dream of the day it'll be too late for me.

The void will call again, light pollution proves no end.

I owe no goodbyes, no tax nor tithe, to souls alligned to pass me by.

The sin will rise again on a sky a spirit lighter

and then when that day ends the moon will rise again

On the folly-stricken, unforgiven, bias-ridden, competition.

Mega-million, make a billion - can't just let you walk away.

Value hidden, God-forbidden, full dominion o'er cost o' livin'

Conquer villains or get to killin'. I'll pay the price, vacate life.

(Water your fields with the blood of the moon)

(Water your fields with the blood of the moon)

I know 'cause Joel told me:

The sun will turn into darkness and the moon into blood

Before the great and terrible day of the Lord comes

But I know no God who would stand for this torment.

I know because they killed me.

Die or live to suffocate, bitch.

Feel the surface tension holding last light's reflection,

Diffuse warmth of a dying star whose lunar echoes haunt me.

Wrench the tides in my veins 'til I halt these tireless photons.

And as the final wave breaks I yearn to lie beneath it.

Fade away, hold nothing holy.

And as the final wave breaks I yearn to lie beneath it.

Water your fields with the blood of the moon.

How many years does it take to screw in a light bulb?

How many times can I hit snooze before I get up?

In darkness I pick out my clothes.

I'd go work on myself but the gym's closed. 

And the rule of thumb can't apply,

Because this is all happening for the first time. 

This isn't staying connected,

Staring at all these cheap reflections.

No matter what, nothing feels alright. So I sleep all day and stay up all night.

Life should be more than just sound and light. 

How much blue light does it take to go blind?

How many years locked inside does it take to lose my mind?

All this time left alone with someone I don't want to know.

I'd go and get a drink but the bar's closed. 

Everything in moderation can't apply,

Because I just don't have enough time. 

This isn't staying connected,

Staring at all these cheap reflections.

No matter what, nothing feels alright. So I sleep all day and stay up all night.

Life should be more than just sound and light. 

Give me back what's mine.

Give me back my time.

Give me back what's mine.

Give me back my life.

Three years down the drain.

(Give it back, give it back)

Three years down the drain.

(Give it back, give it back)

Three years down the drain.

(Give it back, give it back)

Three years down the drain. 

And the rule of thirds can't apply,

Because the frame's on fire. 

This isn't staying connected,

Staring at all these cheap reflections.

No matter what, nothing feels alright. So I sleep all day and stay up all night.

Life should be more than just sound and light.

Do you fear what you beget?

Who cursed you with this epithet?

The mournful sewing of the reaper.

Are you not your brother's keeper?

Hatred boils over, malice takes root,

Seeking an answer, sever the truth.

It takes it's toll when heads starts to roll

As humanity's absence intrudes.

Wear this mark. It's a start.

So they might know just what you are.

When your punishment is greater than you can bear.

And there's no solace in the retribution you face here.

Bury what screams at night down deeper than your god can hear.

And realize that in the end you were their greatest fear.

You are cursed from the ground

Which has opened it's mouth

To receive your brother's blood from your hand.

No mercy is found,

No silence around

When the voices just want you to kill. (Kill! Kill! Kill!)

Condemned to be the harbinger of death's impulses.

When your punishment is greater than you can bear.

And there's no solace in the retribution you face here.

Bury what screams at night down deeper than your god can hear.

And realize that in the end you were their greatest fear.

Wear this mark. It's a start.

So they might know just what you are.

Slit! Your! Fucking! Wrists!

Quench! Your! Bloodthirst! This is it!

Is this what you wanted?

Is this what you wanted?

Is this what you wanted?

Is this how it ends?

What did they do to deserve this?

What did they do to deserve this?

What did they do to deserve this?

You're better off dead!

Kill yourself!

When your punishment is greater than you can bear.

And there's no solace in the retribution you face here.

Bury what screams at night down deeper than your god can hear.

And realize that in the end you were their greatest fear.

Hell's in no way deep enough to bury all your sins.

An eternity of suffering will only just begin

To atone for all the pain you caused time and time again.

It's written in their bones, their blood, you know this is the end.

Slit! Your! Fucking! Wrists!

Quench! Your! Bloodthirst! This is it!

Roll your eyes, look inside,

Seeing is believing after all.

Sounds deceiving to the blind.

Feeding the machine is what we're for.

Flash forward through high-tech incest whores,

Reuse excuses not to cut the cord,

Recycling all that's been done before,

Reduced into a fucking digivore.

Innovators turned strangulators,

Grab my throat through my TV.

Cry for help but we all know

The money chooses who believes.

Do you believe in what you see?

What's the danger in knowing strangers from AI?
(Is there intelligent design?)
When the pain persuades the mainframe of the forgery's design.

(The uncanny valley cries)

'Cause when the rocket crashed the questions asked weren't "Hey, are you okay?"

It looks like a fake - I could believe it.

I could believe it, just not today.

Friendly faces grow complacent as they're drained in cyberspace.

Can't call the time of death, a broken soul is still right twice a day.

Being dramatic is too problematic as if the message doesn't matter.

If my performance is so abhorrent just let my ashes fucking scatter.

Do you believe in what you see?

What's the danger in knowing strangers from AI?
(Is there intelligent design?)
When the pain persuades the mainframe of the forgery's design.

(The uncanny valley cries)

'Cause when the rocket crashed the questions asked weren't "Hey, are you okay?"

It looks like a fake - I could believe it.

I could believe it, just not today.

Because you can't be dying if you exercise

And you can't be depressed if you go outside.

You can't have problems while there's genocide

And you can't be ungrateful for the gift of life.

If you're scared of the future... Good.

Reboot.

What's the danger in knowing strangers from AI?
(Is there intelligent design?)
When the pain persuades the mainframe of the forgery's design.

(The uncanny valley cries)

'Cause when the rocket crashed the questions asked weren't "Hey, are you okay?"

It looks like a fake - I feel like a fake.

I could believe it, just not today.

I could believe it, just not today.

A long day of doing what I do best,

Making ends meet than fucking up the rest.

Make a mess, make amends, do it all over again,

Until you're at your wits end - I'll make do.

You broke the cycle, you broke my heart,

these days are getting harder, right from the start.

'Cause I fell asleep in my work jeans

Without you lying next to me,

an unfinished beer on the night stand.

I could really use a hand.

Because

I can't keep it together

Whenever you're not around.

If I even make it to bed

It feels like the sleep doesn't count.

Oh I've been tossing and turning all night,

'Cause I fell asleep in my work jeans.

I wore my work jeans to bed,

Got paint and sap on the sheets.

And somehow it makes it all worse

That you're not here to get mad at me.

'Cause you broke the cycle, you broke my heart,

These days are getting harder, right from the start.

I know you may not care, but I'm falling apart,

and if it's not too late I'm sorry, baby please.

'Cause I fell asleep in my work jeans

Without you lying next to me,

an unfinished beer on the night stand.

I could really use a hand.

Because

I can't keep it together

Whenever you're not around.

If I even make it to bed

It feels like the sleep doesn't count.

Oh I've been tossing and turning all night,

'Cause I fell asleep in my work jeans.

I started a cycle of bringing you to tears,

but these days are getting longer every moment you're not here.

Despite I'll the hardship, I'll do right by you,

While I might not be perfect, I know that I love you.

'Cause I fell asleep in my work jeans

Without you lying next to me,

an unfinished beer on the night stand.

I could really use a hand.

Because

I can't keep it together

(I can't make you understand)

Whenever you're not around.

(There is more than this that makes a man)

If I even make it to bed

(If you really want another chance)

It feels like the sleep doesn't count.

(You would change)

Oh I've been tossing and turning all night,

'Cause I fell asleep in my work jeans.

There's still a lock on the fence out by Mooney's Bay.

I didn't know it was called hogsback falls at the time.

You deserved something so much more romantic that day.

But if it's the thought that counts, you were the only thing on my mind.

I hope that lock will be there 'till the end of time. 

Landlocked my heart, but the coast calls.

I left my love at the waterfall.

Another day, another night,

Another life we'd get it right,

But I have to go home. 

There's never enough time to lay roots.

That can lead to flooding with bad weather.

An evening jog, a leap of faith, a half submerged picnic table.

I knew deep down that it couldn't last forever, 

But when I held your hand it was now or never. 

Landlocked my heart, but the coast calls.

I left my love at the waterfall.

Another day, another night,

Another life we'd get it right.

But I have to go home. 

Woah-oh, Woah-oh,

But I have to go home.

Woah-oh, woah-oh,

But I have to go home .

The summer fling that kept my heart through changing seasons.

I know we never kept score,

But I hope one day we'll be even.

And I can pay you back for all that you taught me,

Staying friends is never easy,

But somehow you make it.

Landlocked my heart, but the coast calls.

I left my love at the waterfall.

Another day, another night,

Another life we'd get it right.

But I have to go home. 

Woah-oh, Woah-oh,

But I have to go home.

Woah-oh, woah-oh,

But I have to go home.

I hang more time from watches than these walls

Shadows of second hands haunt these empty halls.

Echos of the hours I let slip by

Tell me with all the time in the world, I couldn't be happy if I tried.

Can I call it wasted time

When I can not call it mine,

It might be a better fit

To somebody who'd make something of it

Never made many a memory,

I just wanted to forget.

Caught up with all the dreams inside my head,

I still haven't started living yet.

But I could never pick my last words,

My final time to speak

Because I could never know

If anyone was listening.

So string me up from every last regret,

Whip me with what karma I beget.

If the world didn't get even

Tell me what's left to believe in.

When all this time is fleeting, (please)

Tell me what can I believe in.

A waste of space a waste of breath,

Just tell me is it over yet?

I know I'm young but can this much time be wrong,

20 some-odd fucking years of feeling like I don't belong.

Never made much of an impact,

Lost more friends than I ever had.

I can't just keep on talking to myself,

Because that guy makes me mad.

But I could never pick my last words,

My final time to speak

Because I could never know

If anyone was listening.

I could never pick my last words,

My final time to speak

Because I could never know

Why anyone would be listening.

Some find a reflection of the self

To look more like someone else.

Drips and ripples block the way

To the person you were yesterday.

It's not hard to become tired.

Can't see yourself with closed eyes.

Life's a blank canvas to explore

But no amount of paint could make it feel yours.

I'm waiting to move on.

I'm waiting to be gone.

I'm waiting so long.

Time's changing.

Self-portrait, colouring outside the lines.

Can't forget how I mess it all up everytime.

Self-loathing dominates the palette of my mind.

Self-portrait, I'm at it again, you know why.

Came from the dirt, crafted in clay.

Can't seem to find another way.

Life's a blank canvas to explore

But no amount of paint could make it worth more.

I'm waiting to move on.

I'm waiting to be gone.

I'm waiting so long.

Time's changing.

Self-portrait, colouring outside the lines.

Can't forget how I mess it all up everytime.

Self-loathing dominates the palette of my mind.

Self-portrait, I'm at it again, you know why.

I close my eyes.

Faith be my guide.

I still feel lost.

So I let go (at what cost).

Self-portrait, colouring outside the lines.

Can't forget how I mess it all up everytime.

Self-loathing dominates the palette of my mind.

Self-portrait, I'm at it again, you know why.

I'm only your friend when you need something,

Only on your mind while I am there.

You'd only defend me if I'm in the room,

Regardless of what I'd do for you. 

Every day you drift away, by no choice of mine.

One more closed door, a waste of my time. 

Your conditional love is of no use to me.

I wouldn't want it, even if it was free.

If it really mattered you would stick it through,

Only of course if that works for you.

Your conditional love is of no use to me. 

You only care when it's convenient,

Only sympathize when it's trendy.

Your attention, it comes and it goes,

But you'll forget everything by tomorrow. 

People dying, people crying, there's injustice in the streets.

If you really cared to end their fear you'd get out of your screen. 

Your conditional love is of no use to them.

Change is needed constantly, not just now and then.

If it really mattered you would stick it through,

Of course only if that works for you. 

Spew your bullshit, hypocrite,

Fill a room until you drown,

Someone should make you eat your words,

See if it tastes as good going back down. 

Everyday you drift away, by no choice of mine.

Another fucking closed door, a waste of my time. 

Your conditional love is of no use to me.

I wouldn't want it even if it were free.

If it really mattered you would see it through, only of course if that works for you.

Your conditional love is of no use to me.

The skeletons in your closet will get use from your fancy clothes.

A dapper ghost could make the most of your old black tuxedo.

Brush the cobwebs into the pockets so the spiders may come in tow.

But they'd be wise not to wear this disguise since dark colours would wash them out.

When all your friends leave the ghosts will keep you company.

You built this haunted house and you've got no one to share it with now.

How many swallowed keys, until your insides start to bleed? I guess,

It might be time to lay it to rest.

The spirits in your faucet will just make a mess in your sink.

Overflowing gore and ghouls now what would your mother think?

Unclog the drain, wash off the stains, and get yourself a drink,

Because the stench will remain that was left from their pain, oh god what a stink. 

When all your friends leave the ghosts will keep you company.

You built this haunted house and you've got no one to share it with now.

How many swallowed keys, until your insides start to bleed?

I guess,

It might be time to lay it to rest.

A new scare around every corner.

Another reason to stay in bed.

The real world lays terrors before you.

So hang out with the monsters instead, instead.

When all your friends leave the ghosts will keep you company.

You built this haunted house and you've got no one to share it with now.

How many swallowed keys, until your insides start to bleed?

I hope you won't need surgery. I guess,

It might be time to lay it to rest.

It might be time to lay it to rest.

It might be time to lay it to rest.

Ears cold, eyes closed,

Try my best to stay afloat.

My skin burns red as I keep hold. 

Waves crash, stone worn,

I just want to feel warm.

I pray for shelter from the storm.

Blistering blusters,

Hide my home.

No matter where this boat goes. 

Oh-oh-oh,

Oh-oh-oh. 

Legs sore, shoes worn,

Each hill gets steeper as I go.

What's at the top I'll never know. 

Dig in my feet,

Stick to the road,

No matter where this body goes. 

Oh-oh-oh,

Oh-oh-oh.

Headwinds carry me home,

Headwinds carry me home,

My journey's long, I walk alone,

But I can handle this all on my own

Headwinds carry me home. 

Woah-oh,

Woah-oh,

Headwinds carry me...

Home.

(Ooh, ooh)

I got your message saying sorry,

You still find a way to say I'm guilty.

Call me your names, wish me prospects,

God knows I love our relationship.

Don't wanna take the verdict, you always leave me stressed.

Don't wanna hear me talking, you're always on the fence.

Don't wanna feel emotion, you're obsessed with making sense.

Don't wanna hear positions, you're a fucking politician.

(Oh, oh)

You're a fucking politician.

(Oh, oh)

I appreciate your best intentions,

While you reap all the rewards of your inventions.

Make no mistake, there's no recourse, you've no remorse to bear.

I'm entitled to my feelings juts as long as your conscience is clear.

Don't wanna take the verdict, This Jury's of your peers.

Don't wanna feel alright when you could play the victim here.

Don't wanna read your writing, you're obsessed with making sense.

Don't wanna hear positions, you're a fucking politician.

(Oh, oh)

You're a fucking politician.

(Oh, oh)

You drain the life from me,

Bite marks where there shouldn't be.

Venom in the industry

You finded with conspiracy.

If you would cast doubt on me,

Reconcile your policies.

You're nothing but a motherfucking politician.

(Oh, oh)

You're a fucking politician.

(Oh, oh)

Before there was hope you saw a fighter.

Fragile at first, but we took our time.

I held your hand 'til dark skies got brighter.

Anything to make these hearts a little lighter.

We got around, no time for firsts,

Studied every inch, showed off our worst,

Held on to the flame 'til we couldn't stand the burn.

Now we're just left with the scars and the hurt.

When the vapour tastes like one more round,

And the music whispers paint the town,

But your body's screaming take me now.

I know I've gone for days,

But I've stayed for longer.

And our ups and downs haven't made me any stronger.

Even though we said enough, our echoes resonate with love.

I can say no to you but I don't think I could mean it.

The pain alone can only bloom.

Numbing agents paint the room.

Self-destruction still rings true

But my demise tastes better on you.

When we're at each other's throats,

The poison's in the antidote.

The only cure I've ever known.

When the vapour tastes like one more round,

And the music whispers paint the town,

But your body's screaming take me now.

I know I've gone for days,

But I've stayed for longer.

And our ups and downs haven't made me any stronger.

Even though we said enough, our echoes resonate with love.

I can say no to you but I don't think I could mean it.

When we're at each other's throats,

The poison's in the antidote.

The only cure I've ever known.

I know I've gone for days,

But I've stayed for longer.

And our ups and downs haven't made me any stronger.

Even though we said enough, our echoes resonate with love.

I can say no to you but I don't think I could mean it.

I know that I gave you the knife

But hold me 'til the bleeding stops.

I know your love will take my life

So hold me 'til my breathing stops.

(This song is about the government.)

(Thank you Michael, for letting me use your 8-string.)

(Eat the rich, and stuff.)

Proprioception left a message, when's the bell ring?

Black cat selection, quite impressed with misfortune's fleet.

Straw-man collective, so obsessed with young beauty queens.

All reprehensive, still elected, rule you and me.

Brake, swerve, ejected, new perspective on the concrete.

Crawl from the wreckage, blood invested as I fled the scene.

Young men arrested, righteous ending, riots in the streets.

Statue erected, find the next hit of dopamine.

None of the best, some of the worst,

As long as you're first come, first served, or take it by force.

No room for remorse, a palace divorced from its subjects.

(How long can you run us into the ground?)

You smile while we all run out of time,

(We'll smile when you bleed out.)

You'd draw from the veins

Of those who you said

You would keep safe,

Just to live another day.

Just to profit any way you can.

You'd lie to our face,

Promote complacency

With violence at stake,

Deciding our fate.

Deciding who lives and who dies.

Oh, make no mistake,

We don't mind the blood from some

Worthless billionaire who takes

Everything he can...

(Make no... mistake... we don't... mind the... blood from... someone... who takes everything he can.)

And still deserves nothing.

(Psychopath, parasite, sycophant, pedophile, maniac, predator, narcissist, murderer.)

None of the best, some of the worst,

As long as you're first come, first served, or take it by force.

No room for remorse, a palace divorced from its subjects.

(How long can you run us into the ground?)

(I wont back down. Protect your neck or I'll rip it out.)

None of the best, some of the worst,

As long as you're first come, first served, or take it by force.

No room for remorse, a palace divorced from its subjects.

(How long can you run us into the ground?)

You smile while we all run out of time,

(We'll smile when you bleed out.)

(Psychopath, parasite, sycophant, pedophile, maniac, predator, narcissist, murderer.)

It's always take, take, take,

Until there's nothing left.

There's not a single thing that you could say that I would wanna hear,

No substitute for substance suitable for you I fear,

The toughest guy in any crowd or so you shout and swear.

But while I have the room, have I told you that I hate you?

Compensating (you fight to make the lesser suffer).

Cover your eyes ('cause you can't deny)

You're worth more in the ground.

Somewhere (somewhere) beneath the optimistic tendency to

Fight fair (fight fair) is the strength to just (find a way).

Someday (someday) I know you'll learn to shut your mouth the hard way:

With a face full of pocket sand.

You're the belle of the ball (in the palace of the grotesque).

Cut out the bravado, (just masquerade the rest, the hurt).

I wouldn't kick a man while he's down (down, down)

So you best get to eating dirt.

Somewhere (somewhere) beneath the optimistic tendency to

Fight fair (fight fair) is the strength to just (find a way).

Someday (someday) I know you'll learn to shut your mouth the hard way:

With a face full of pocket sand.

I long to see my shadow fall

Across the dull-blue look of eyes

Which in the final breath of life

Could still not seem to muster

Even strength enough to close.

Don't ask me what I value most

When I'm prepared to go comatose.

(Yeah... right)

Somewhere (somewhere) beneath the optimistic tendency to

Fight fair (fight fair) is the strength to just (find a way).

Someday (someday) I know you'll learn to shut your mouth the hard way:

With a face full of pocket sand.

Somewhere (somewhere) beneath the optimistic tendency to

Fight fair (fight fair... find a way).

(Someday) I know you'll learn to shut your mouth the hard way:

With a face full of pocket sand.

A face full of pocket sand.

Where the sky meets the water, there is much left to uncover.

To know what lays amidst your deep, a connection like no other.

When the morning burns the clouds red I rest my soul against the seabed.

I know I'd never understand what lay there if I see it.

Messages in bottles send from strangers,

Only those that never made it.

Calls for help throughout the ages,

Promises left to the waves.

Wounds ground into the sand,

Just to be dug up again.

I wanna dive into your secrets, come home to your harbour,

Sacrifice my weakness to shark infested waters.

Stuck beneath the surface, can't come up for air.

When all of the bubbles stop we'll both still be here.

Yet as I feel the Earth pull I'm left to wait and wonder,

When you begin to circle, will you pull me under?

Messages in bottles send from strangers,

Only those that never made it.

Calls for help throughout the ages,

Promises left to the waves.

Wounds ground into the sand,

Just to be dug up again.

Show me your depths, your worst, your best,

What sinks inside your chest.

Show me your heart, your light, your dark,

The line when I've gone too far.

Show me your start, how you got to where you are,

The stories where you clench your jaw.

Show me your depths, your shipwrecks.

Oh won't you show me what's next?

(Show me your depths, hear your pulse inside my head)

(Show me your depths, hear your pulse inside my head)

(Show me your depths, hear your pulse inside my head)

(Show me your depths, hear your pulse inside my head)

Bury me in swirling sands, underneath the azure sky.

Free me from the rocks and wreckage I've known for all my life.

Cast me in caustics as we run where the sun can barely reach us.

Laugh the pressure from our lungs, we can't feel it in our freedom.

Messages in bottles send from strangers,

Only those that never made it.

Calls for help throughout the ages,

Promises left to the waves.

Wounds ground into the sand,

Just to be dug up again.

Show me your depths, your worst, your best,

What sinks inside your chest.

Show me your heart, your light, your dark,

The line when I've gone too far.

Show me your start, how you got to where you are,

The stories where you clench your jaw.

Show me your depths, your shipwrecks.

Oh won't you show me what's next?

(Show me your depths, hear your pulse inside my head.)

(Show me your depths, hear your pulse inside my head.)

(Show me your depths, hear your pulse inside my head.)

(Show me your depths, hear your pulse inside my head.)

(Show me your depths, your shipwrecks,

From your worst to your best, what sinks inside your chest.)

(Water logged ears hear your pulse inside my head.

Oh won't you show me what's next?)

Bury me in swirling sands, underneath the azure sky.

Free me from the rocks and wreckage I've known for all my life.

Cast me in caustics as we run where the sun can barely reach us.

Laugh the pressure from our lungs, we can't feel it in our freedom.

Writhing inside tumultuous bile,

Burning the skin, erasing the mind.

He clutches for hope but where does it lead?

Spiraling down, away from his needs.

('Cause everybody's gotta fall sometime)

('Cause everybody's gotta fall sometime)

And I present to you the portrait of a failure,

Dying in his own arms as everything he ever loved goes down the drain.

Chug-chug, get drunk,

Feel numb, die young.

No love for anyone,

I'll meet you at the bottom.

Chug-chug, get drunk,

Feel numb, die young.

No love for anyone,

I'll meet you at the bottom.

And I present to you the portrait of a failure,

Dying in his own arms as everything he ever loved goes down the drain.

Wash it down!

Come on!

As seen in history, the downfall of man.

You get the opportunity to see it firsthand.

You spread your lies, you cut your ties.

Your toxicity proliferates.

Outcast by society,

You rise up from your pool of filth.

The ground below you meets your gaze

And you can't help but think.

"Now here I drop from the tower again, I'm falling

Fifteen stories wondering when will I land. I don't know

How this started but I know how it ends: me lying

Dead on the ground with a bottle in my hand."

Purge!

It's all for not

If you don't care for the things you love.

Remind

You what it means to be alive.

Chug-chug, get drunk,

Feel numb, die young.

No love for anyone,

I'll meet you at the bottom.

Chug-chug, get drunk,

Feel numb, die young.

No love for anyone,

I'll meet you at the bottom.

I'll meet you at the bottom.

I count the tiles on the bathroom floor throug a pinhole vignette.

Approaching room temperature, apricity embraced.

Dim lights grow, subsuming persistend shadows.

The angels at the end are kinder than the ghosts the living know.

They say you die twice so double down,

A coward's escape needn't utter a sound.

So if you miss me, don't come running

'Cause you wont like what you find.

And if you need me, just know I'm sorry,

I never thought that anyone would mind.

Evaporate my blood

'Til I'm just a stain on the ceramic,

A smudge in the bathtub,

An empty seat at the table.

When I've finally had enough

Of "it gets better" when it doesn't,

Of wearing smiles out in public,

Taking new pills by the dozen

Just to try to be anything else.

They say you die twice so double down,

A coward's escape needn't utter a sound.

So if you miss me, don't come running

'Cause you wont like what you find.

And if you need me, just know I'm sorry,

I never thought that anyone would mind.

Slept, yet shapeless, my body turned to a shade,

First pale and wrinked, then a sheet of air.

Thin-worn rocks sink low while hollow bones whistles ghastly echoes,

Desperate resonances in imperfect recursions;

My still singing limbs yet beg.

When carapace feeds the ground as mold or ash

Ans all that remains of me is this,

Wait a moment and wipe your mind,

Exhale once more and kill me again.

So if you miss me, don't come running

'Cause you wont like what you find.

And if you need me, just know I'm sorry,

I never thought that anyone would mind.

Quit rubbernecking at the disaster.

Keep your eyes on the road.

If traffic starts moving fast,

The expurgated soul will never know -

Ejected through the windshield,

Now privileged to enjoy the weather outside.

You never drank coffee,

But you talk about it in your songs.

But with what you say about me in them,

Who am I to tell you that you're wrong. 

Searching for something

But I can't seem to find

What is worth my time,

How the blame is just all mine.

Searching for something,

I try to just hold on,

Find a landmark in the fog. 

I never got my license,

So we'd take your car to chill.

We'd fog up your windows,

And drive to signal hill. 

Searching for something

But I can't seem to find

What is worth my time,

How the blame is just all mine.

Searching for something,

I try to just hold on,

Find a landmark in the fog. 

My heart's not here.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't either.

You said you cared

But all that love just turns to hate the second that I turn away.

My heart's not here.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't either.

You said you cared

But all that love just turns to hate the second that I turn away.

My heart's not here, no.

You said you cared

But all that love was left to wilt, the second we left signal hill.

You're a roaring fire on the stormiest days.

Your breath fogs up the glass and melts the ice away.

When the light is running out and these nights they feel so long,

When the windchill's shaking off the shingles of this place we called our home.

I promise it's true, every time that you smile

I get deja-vu 'cause I've dreamt this a-thousand times.

All I know is this, if I could have just one wish,

Won't you stick around for Christmas?

I don't know a good thing if I see it without you.

All the bad times melt from my mind - you make me snowblind.

I can't remember how the sun felt on my skin.

And I can't remember there being this much snow.

I don't even miss the flowers, I just wish I wasn't so cold.

I promise it's true, every time that you smile

I get deja-vu 'cause I've dreamt this a-thousand times.

All I know is this, if I could have just one wish,

Won't you stick around for Christmas?

(New year, new me, same old cliche)

I can't hear another carol, I can't sing another song.

I can't say another prayer for every second that you're gone.

I won't last another winter if I don't have you by my side.

Won't you stick around for Christmas? Let's at least give it a try.

Rip another year off the wall,

I haven't seen you from spring through fall.

Hibernate in your wake, in fur.

Wake me with the grass and the birds.

I can't spend another year without you.

I can't spend another year without you.

I can't spend another year without you.

I promise it's true, every time that you smile

I get deja-vu 'cause I've dreamt this a-thousand times.

If you give me one more night I know we could make it right.

I promise it's true, and I'm ready to change.

Do you think that you could love me like you used to even though we're not the same anymore?

My heart's been needing more than just season's greetings - I wanna spend my life with you.

Won't you stick around for Christmas?

Won't you stick around for Christmas?

I took a life that tastes like mine,

Pry my teeth from my tongue, merge the pain with the silence.

Breach the shimmer, doomed by a liar.

Another lamb to the slaughter, another log on the fire.

Nature usurped by cosmic horror,

The light of what crawls at the end of the corridor.

Grey stone stairs spiral down acute,

The living text of the strangling fruit.

First we were four but now we are one.

Cancers and creatures beseech annihilation.

Dispersed amongst the sand,

Crafted into glass:

The brightness that persists

Long after life has passed.

A splinter through the finger,

A shard of something greater,

A spirit in the spire,

A monster in the crater.

I took a life that looks like mine,

But lacked the memory of how I got here.

Alien reflection in the tide pool,

Likeness and Earth both commandeered.

Fight for control but all becomes one.

You can't outrun authority's assimilation.

Dispersed amongst the sand,

Crafted into glass:

The brightness that persists

Long after life has passed.

A splinter through the finger,

A shard of something greater,

A spirit in the spire,

A monster in the crater.

Breathe in the chemicals into your lungs.

I took a life that feels like mine,

The pain of loss indifferent to time.

Succumb to scope of infinite's span.

To experience is not to understand

Yet to persist is acceptance.

What was before remains as one.

Your surrender is your absolution.

Dispersed amongst the sand,

Crafted into glass:

The brightness that persists

Long after life has passed.

A splinter through the finger,

A shard of something greater,

A spirit in the spire,

A monster in the crater.

A man's big and strong, fit features carved from stone, for figure, flex, and bones.

But these goals don't cross paths, they cycle and they crash, you start your triage in the glass.

Shame spills over my waist band, but I still can't complain.

'Cause every morsel is torture but it might be the remedy

To you fitting your fingers around my stickly extremedies.

Where can I find my pride when I'm not who I wanna be.

Can I work on myself if I can't stand the thought of me.

I want my reflection to tell me I'm handsome, but it can't speak.

My body is holding me randsome, 'cause I'm too weak.

I wish I was anyone else, anywhere else,

Just not myself, just not myself.

Can't show my face, I cannot just erase each blemish that you trace.

Stay out of sights before these red dots shoot me down again.

I cannot win, no comfort in my skin,

Find ways to get no rest when I can never leave my bed.

Should be a man but it's toxic, I wish that I could just stop it,

Sell your dismorphia for profit, I'm falling.

Every thought's a regret, every prayer's an apology.

Can't escape from my head unless I get a lobotomy.

I want my reflection to tell me I'm handsome, but it can't speak.

My body is holding me randsome, 'cause I'm too weak.

I wish I was anyone else, anywhere else,

Just not myself, just not myself.

They say these wounds will heal once you get older, that's not for sure.

Can't lift all this weight off my shoulders, with nothing more.

My scars are not stories, they're boring, not worth the pain that they're storing,

Just like myself, just like myself.

The pressure fills these lungs, that I'd rather not need.

Only when I close my eyes, I don't mind being me.

Swallow my pride but I choke on small bites.

Swallow my pride but I choke on small bites.

My mind's against me and my body's obscene,

Compounding this misery.

Let me break free.

Let me break free from me.

I want my reflection to tell me I'm handsome, but it can't speak.

My body is holding me randsome, 'cause I'm too weak.

I wish I was anyone else, anywhere else,

Just not myself, just not myself.

They say these wounds will heal once you get older, that's not for sure.

Can't lift all this weight off my shoulders, with nothing more.

My scars are not stories, they're boring, not worth the pain that they're storing,

Just like myself, just like myself.

My last words echo down the barrel of a gun.

(If you don't mind the blood are you still having fun?)

If you never once listened can it all be said and done?

(If you don't mind the blood are you still having fun?)

Stop this (every word you speak is)

Toxic (every breath I take just)

Prolongs this (praying someday that I'll stop this)

When there's nothing left to miss.

One day I woke up and stopped dreaming it'd get better.

I held my breath and felt the weight of this forever.

When there's no sun, will a corpse still cast the same shadow as the man?

If it's dust to dust, what do you think you're greater than?

Ignite the pilot, push the gas, find me your finest empty coffee can.

Remember to forget, but I wouldn't miss this for the world.

When there's no sun, will a corpse still cast the same shadow as the man?

If it's dust to dust, what do you think you're greater than?

One day I woke up and stopped dreaming it'd get better.

I held my breath and felt the weight of this forever start to shrink.

Don't you think it might be nice to let the silence speak,

Find peace from this eternity,

and maybe, just once, get some fucking sleep.

(My last words echo down the barrel of a gun.

If you don't mind the blood are you still having fun?)

If you never once listened can it all be said and done?

If you don't mind the blood are you still having fun?

I'm standing here screaming so you'll know just what I said.

If you pity me now, wont you wait until I'm dead.

I wouldn't miss this for the world.

Fade to black.

Cut the cord, pull the plug,

I don't care just make it stop.

One day I wont wake up.

(And I'll stop dreaming it gets better)

I held my breath (and felt the weight of this forever start to shrink)

And I feel the weight it starts to shrink.

Don't you think. Oh wouldn't it be nice.

(Don't you think it might be nice to let the silence speak)

I feel the weight.

(Find peace from this eternity)

And maybe, just once, get some fucking sleep.

(One day I wont wake and I'll stop dreaming it gets better)

I couldn't miss this, I wouldn't miss this for the world.

I was told I had ambition,

I yearned for something more.

I was told a lot of nonsense

That I believed before. 

I was told I'd make a difference

And to take what I want.

But no one told me anything

To help from that point on. 

Ooh, just tryna make a legacy,

Ooh, never thought it'd mean much to me.

Ooh, just tryna make a legacy,

Ooh, guess it wasn't meant to be.

The only pretty colors are the ones that leave a stain.

But what's the point of memories if all they bring is pain?

When everything is fleeting, what is left to keep?

How am I supposed to dream if I can't even sleep?

Manage your expectations,

Maybe learn to let go.

Do I even really wanna know

If I am just another echo. 

When you life your life with closed curtains,

Day blends into night.

Living for a false paradise-

Green fields of blue light. 

Ooh, just tryna make a legacy,

Ooh, never thought it'd mean much to me.

Ooh, just tryna make a legacy,

Ooh, guess it wasn't meant to be.

The only pretty colors are the ones that leave a stain.

But what's the point of memories if all they bring is pain?

When everything is fleeting, what is left to keep?

If I was living the dream I wouldn’t just wanna fucking sleep.

Time just doesn't stop.

I fight against the clock.

My legacy's my only hope

To outlive these tired bones.