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Staring at the ceiling,
My body vibrates
To the rhythm of my heartbeat.
Take me above the trees,
To the top of the canopy.
I’m waiting for my breathing—
For the feeling I felt down in Tennessee.
Show me some mercy,
Can't you see I’m not the fool I used to be?
The dark ceiling shines,
Down from the mountain comes the night.
The dark ceiling shines—
A grand shadow to cast out the light,
The dark will shine.
Tell me a story—of how the night burned black
And carried you to sleep.
The dark ceiling shines,
Down from the mountain comes the night.
The dark ceiling shines—
A grand shadow to cast out the light,
The dark will shine.
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My Trash Mind
02:55
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Clean my trash mind,
You know it’s been sick
It's been sick for some time.
Clean my trash heart,
You know it’s been sick
It’s been sick from the start.
I’m no good for me
Clean my trash soul,
It’s been gone awhile
I’m trying to fill the hole.
Where can I go to get away from me?
Get away from me—
I’m sick of thinking the same old thing.
Where can I go?
There’s nothing left for me.
They took my eyes,
They took my style,
None of this was meant for me.
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Barely A Shadow
04:23
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Hey Caravaggio
I’m out of my mind.
It’s eating me up—from the inside.
I’m out with Thomas again,
He’s getting old.
It’s always the same—
A faith gone cold.
So I’m asking you for a favor,
An idea that I can call my own.
Something worth the time that I kill
In other people’s homes.
Hey Caravaggio
I’m out of my mind.
You see I’m barely a shadow
I lost myself long ago.
So I’ve been taking what I need—
What I need for the show.
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Humiliation
03:41
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I gave you a willow basket to harvest your regret
From a field of disappointment—to pay your debt.
A river of cloth,
A forest of sage,
Tell me when you’re ready to leave this place.
A curious smile from the night before
Turns to laughter behind the door.
Seraph sing your song of songs,
You know this feeling won’t last forever.
Asked me for a spell that will bring you to your knees,
One that can give you a shadow you can see.
Then you closed your eyes as the potion was made,
I recall the romance, I recall the rain!
A curious smile from the night before
Turns to laughter behind the door.
Seraph sing your song of songs,
You know this feeling won’t last forever.
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Goodnight Reason
03:02
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Goodnight reason,
It’s been nice having your clarity.
It’s time for you to rest now,
Your logic I no longer need.
We turn to dust
Goodnight reason,
It’s been nice having your understanding.
I’ve found a new conviction—
Desire is all I need.
We turn to dust
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Tomb Room
03:20
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Walking past the tombs,
I wonder if there’s room—for me?
Can’t you see?
It’s where I should be.
Trading the sinners for
Your trouble at the door.
It’s comical to hear you scream,
Your faith don't mean a thing.
Virtue falters
It’s no fault of yours.
Let’s say goodbye in case I need—what I need,
Can’t you see this is the end of me?
It’s where I should be.
Find the vein
Of collective shame.
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7. |
Kneel For Instruction
03:44
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A banquet of hemlock,
The table is set for my sin.
Surrender my body—
A puppet of the charlatan.
The director of my heartache,
Bow and pray.
The gambler of sorrow,
He’s always holding the cards.
Select the delusion
Till you don’t know who you are.
I kneel for instruction,
To give what the dealer demands.
The director of my heartache,
You say, “Bow and pray.”
The conductor of my heartbreak,
Bow and pray.
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Cauterize My Eyes
04:18
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No choice in arrival,
Only when to depart.
Vacant as a dead hotel,
Vacant as your heart.
The dirt will kiss your back,
Hold you in place.
A glorious rhythm—
The sound of spades.
It’s getting quiet now,
The comforting call of sleep.
The hardest part
Is deciding when to leave.
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