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Opener
04:10
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You dig your teeth deep in my chest
And slowly peel my insides out
Your pivot and your harsh caress
My dear, my love I must confess (I must confess)
I've felt it all a thousand times (a thousand times)
My guts spill out before dead eyes (before dead eyes)
Church Key knife sex every night (every time)
Your simplex cadence never seals me (never seals me)
Discarded lids all cast aside (all cast aside)
They make the plating on your hide (save your hide)
To steel away, please keep me safe (please keep me safe)
But there's less left of me each day
Opener, ruiner
Exposed my raw edges, cut all who get too close to me
Opener, ruiner
Sealed edges of my sanity fed through the teeth machine
We cast our names in cheap tin
And foolishly plated them in sterling silver
Our greatest sin was being so bold to think we'd even make it this far
I'll be here, always waiting
No matter how much it hurts, it's the purest thing in my world
This distance between us
It will soon defeat us
Butterflies lodged in my heart
John Wayne demeanor, so cavalier
You will not erase
The etches left in in ink
I will not forgive the way you ruined her
open up and let me gut you where the shame is kept
I know I’m not the only one
I’ll split your hand I’ll bite your tongue
But I won’t ever let you see
The mess that you made of me
I hope that you forget
Your jagged caress
These holes in my dress
My fingernails cracked
Bloodshot in my eyes
The rawness in my throat
I think you know the rest
You will never get to see
Red has never looked so good on me
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Oh my god
I can't believe the kind of nonsense that gets peddled at me
Keeping up is like an albatross around my neck
I keep debating; should I just pack up, grab a tent and then just head out west?
I'm sure I'd feel just as alone with myself and all these late bills made my credit score a fucking mess
There's always something, look at this
I can't be fucked, listen to that
I'm just not interested in functions, monuments to self-destruction
How is this a good night if you're in the alley, throwing up on my shoes?
I'm always working on myself, but seems you're always making plans
Can't even bear to face yourself without a room of smiling hands
Your rolodex of faces chills me to my very core
Hopping in and out of phases; man, stagnation's such a bore
We've both got issues, honestly, but I'm pretty sure you're always blacked out when you're speaking next to me
And I can tell your dreams are just empty voids with soft echoing crying throughout
Visions of black couches, bottles traded for cans
Three stories is a long way to fall, but you can hear it when they hit the ground
It’s not like i wanted to call them for help
When every time they look at me
They made my life hell
But what else could i do
When you wouldn't respond
What else could i do
I could hear it hit the ground when you drank
The amber falling through The cracks
You never got to patch them up
Hid them with the rest of the questions that you never asked
Every hour on the hour
I look up at the sword
Dangling above my head
And i keep asking for more
If i don’t see it I’ll still feel the weight
If i don’t hear you I’ll still know what’s fake
You never taught me
How to hear the drums
You never told me
When to say goodbye
You never taught me
How to hear the drums
You never told me
When to say goodbye
Broken bottles, broken promises
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A facsimile that resembles perfection
A hall full of mirrors, dusty and covered with sheets
These putties I sculpt with, they cover my shame
This toxic high standard; influence, that they're sure to blame
Bodies hung high upon crosses of neon
Dead long before death, but just look at how they sparkle
Live fast and die dumb, leave a beautiful corpse
When your only worry is vanity, there's no space for remorse
Hold the weight of the web, leaves you dead on both shoulders
Sisiphysian cycle, but you persona's your boulder
Eyes half-closed, chin up, strike a furious pose
Just make sure I'm in frame when I'm removing my clothes
Warm loving partner, cold vapid whore
Whatever purpose I must endure
Leave me unfollowed, I can't be more
Screaming red flags we all ignore
Heart more than broken; shattered to dust
There is no love here, there's only lust
You cannot know me, try if you must
You cannot know me, try if you must
And when one mask fell off, there was one in it's place
Insincerity Hydra, never show my true face
Leave me used and unwanted when you can't take it anymore
There's red splattered on the walls, I'm cold and limp on the floor
Sing myself to sleep with an artillery serenade
Lay in this bed of poor choices we both have made
Pyrrhic existence thanks to savage hypocrisy
Twenty feet headfirst, leave my shell where it lay
I've heard every word that you could use to degrade me
Did you really think calling me two-faced would phase me?
Truth is, I'm so much worse
Get out while you still can
Dear child, I will only hurt you
Oh what a pity
Say it once more with feeling
Oh what a shame
Savor the tears in your eyes
Oh what a pity
Say it once more with feeling
Oh what a shame
Savor the tears in your eyes
Oh what a pity
Say it once more with feeling
Oh what a shame
Savor the tears in your eyes
Oh what a pity
You have a deathwish, my darling
Oh what a shame
Fix your aim, take your shot
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The World in Broken Glass Chicago, Illinois
Miserable, angry and excited to be here.
Chicago Skramz
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