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Cutting Strings, Shifting Things
Excuse me, but I was trying to be polite
So wipe that smirk off your face, you're just a fall from grace
Your insanity- it keeps me sane, don't deny it, don't
I'll open these windows, let parts of my spirit fly free
Some won't come back but some will come straight back to me
I am losing interest in everyday-complex-things including you
Along with everything else
Pardon me for cutting you off so shortly
I'm in some kind of rush, but you don't need to fees up
These walls have been up for too long and
I don't need help to take them down
I'll walk down this sidewalk 'til direction ceases to exist
I thought I was right but I shot and I've missed
You are drifting slowly but I don't seem to mind
Oh but of course I don't give a damn
It's been a long way home, you are not my home
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Dimly Lit
05:04
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Dimly Lit
I feel like a poet, maybe I should write
I feel like a failure, maybe I should dive into the deep end of the pool, would that strike a tone of urgency and fix me and you?
Autumn has passed, then winter, then spring
I heard summer was quite lovely, but it felt dead to me. The warmth of the rays sunk into my gaze, it must have rendered me blind
All I could see were shadows mimicking reality,
I couldn't see through to the outside
The outside of my misery
There's a light that never goes out deep inside of my brain, it buzzes so brightly illuminating the painful corners of memories that cannot seem to fade. Retracing the days, I guess progress was made- only after all the dues were paid
That light still haunts me, I guess it's here to stay
I feel like an actor, maybe I should cry,
I feel like a bird, maybe I'll fly high and disappear into the dark horizon of forgotten years...
With those looks of yours, like a devilish saint
Am I only here to entertain?
Then I guess I'll be on my way,
don't even bother asking me why I'm leaving
Oh, I am just a puppet starring in my own show
Somehow I have no choice but to play this terrible role
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I have done this all wrong
I haven't searched for the switch
And if I could get my hands on it
I'd be so relieved if I did
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Spinner
03:27
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Spinner
We missed the train five minutes ago
And now I can see right through you
Our minds are waltzing violently
We're breaking the floor, 1-2-3, 2-2-3
Shadows appear on the walls
And act out the most heinous things
It took only the longest time
To realize it was you and me
Why are we doing this all again?
Didn't we learn from mistakes?
There's a threatening stare in your eyes
With pupils fixed steadily on me
I throw in the bait and feel the bite
From this hook you can never be set free
Silhouettes drop to the floor
And proceed to shake incessantly
Feet are swollen, hearts are sore
But there is no sign of stopping
Why are we doing this all again?
Didn't we learn from mistakes?
I see the brightest of smiles on
Your face and it's piercing into me
The clock it continues with ticks and tocks
You move on closer, suddenly I can't see
My thoughts they shake
And then become blank
You claim it's yours, but it's not for taking
Bit by bit
The world rips apart
You turn your head as I walk away
Why are we doing this all again?
Didn't we learn from mistakes?
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Vacation
02:48
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Vacation
It's coming around again and I brace myself
This talk of inconveniences makes me think of nothing else
The room it changes form, it's quietly loud
These hands they are not mine, they cast a shadow of doubt
Fear escapes as I open my eyes
It all looks so familiar so I breathe a heavy sigh
Everything relaxes and much to my surprise
I am suspended up high no longer inside
Who am I? What am I?
Am I in my right mind?
How did it get to this?
I can control you this time
The shock is coming now- it creeps up like a thief
The shop is closing down and I locked in the keys
The party is happening but I'm forced to leave
This feeling is now my friend, it knows just what I need
Who am I? What am I?
Am I in my right mind?
How did it get to this?
I can control you this time
I think I'll have a vacation from the confines of this fast ride
I'll sit back and observe the cadence that arrives in this lifetime
Who am I? What am I?
Am I in my right mind?
How did it get to this?
I can control you this time
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