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Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Do What They Say

Walk away when you're angry
Brace yourself, there's nothing to gain
Old enough to know the outcome
More blood, it's always the same

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For facing death we run head-on
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For god we've suffered for so long

Do what they say
Or they take it away
I'd rather be dead then carry on

(wait) Bite your lip, don't be cursing
(we must) We musn't take God's name in vain
(in vain) Blunt your knife, pull the curtain
(impulse) Impulses you must refrain

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For facing death we run head-on
Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For god we've suffered for so long

Do what they say
Or they take it away
I'd rather be dead then carry on

Somebody carry on with this burden
I can't remember anything
I can't be certain

Aren't we cool and aren't we calm
For facing death we run head-on

Do what they say
Or they take it away
I'd rather be dead then carry on

Ever Be

You're the infection my friend
Disgusting right to the end
Didn't I know it then?
I knew it, I knew it

You're basic, but hard to define
Simple yet somehow sublime
Knew you would strike again
I knew it, I knew it

You're all that's wrong
With your dumbass psalms
Yet that's all that you will ever be
Nothing you can do 'cause
That's all that you will ever be

Polished, you shimmer when shined
But rotten and seething inside
Everyone falls for this
I knew it, I knew it

You're all that's wrong
With your dumbass psalms
Yet that's all that you will ever be
Nothing you can do 'cause
That's all that you will ever be

Ever be, never be, want to be god
All to be, made to be, holding the son
Throwing it, breaking it, over your grave
Sending you back to the place you once came

It must be hard to be you
Nothing's alright with you

You're all that's wrong
With your dumbass psalms
Yet that's all that you will ever be
Nothing you can do 'cause
That's all that you will ever be

Ever be/never be/wannabe [Repeat]
You will never be [Repeat]
You want to be God [Repeat]
It's all God [Repeat]
It's all gone [Repeat]

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Bitch We Got A Problem

For every person I've tried to be
There's another ten inside
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I'M NEVER THERE
I'M ALWAYS WITH YOU BUT NEVER HERE

And you move in a hostile way
Like you're recently wounded
I REACH FOR YOUR WRISTS TO FEEL A PULSE
YOU'RE FEELING YOURSELF FOR BOTH OF US

We got a problem, it's plain to see
We got a problem

Which one, which one of you is into me?
Which one, which one of me is into you?
We're both schizophrenic I fear
See how many voices you hear
Which one, which one of you is into me?
Which one, which one of me is into you?
We are schizophrenic, don't stop
No, not till I fuck this all up

All the searching we do inside
Is a futile attempt to
TO SIFT WHAT WE'RE MEANT TO NEVER KNOW
IT'S ALL SCREWED UP HOW THE RIVER FLOWS

And I know that you tried to hide
To center yourself, but
WAS I THE BEAST THAT SUCKED INTO YOU?
A REAL DARK BITCH DOWN INSIDE OF YOU?

We got a problem, it's plain to see
Bitch, we got a problem

Which one, which one of you is into me?
Which one, which one of me is into you?
We're both schizophrenic I fear
See how many voices you hear
Which one, which one of you is into me?
Which one, which one of me is into you?
We are schizophrenic, don't stop
No, not till I fuck this all up

Not your fucking nature
And you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you

And this is me, and me, and me, and me,
and me, and me, and me, and me, and me

Bitch, we got a problem

Which one, which one of you is into me?
Which one, which one of me is into you?
We're both schizophrenic I fear
See how many voices you hear
Which one, which one of you is into me?
Which one, which one of me is into you?
We are schizophrenic, don't stop
No, not till I fuck this all up

Bitch, we got a problem!
Yeah!
We got a problem!
Bitch, we got a problem!
We got a problem, problem, problem
We got a problem, yes, yes
We got a problem
We got a problem
We got a problem, problem, problem

Love And Luxury

I read your little book and... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I read your little book and... ha ha ha ha

You need a reason to believe
A reason to deceive
A reason for the song you're singing (ha ha ha ha ha)
And everything you do
Makes perfect sense to you
So why is your alarm bell ringing

You say you know how it feels inside of me
Lost and alone with no love or luxury
Come on inside
And hear the silence constantly judging me
Don't you think you should move on?

(I heard what you've said, nothing new)

You need a way to get along
A way to carry on
A symptom for the pain you're making
And surely you should know
That everywhere you go
There's acid in the words your faking

You say you know how it feels inside of me
Lost and alone with no love or luxury
Come on inside
And hear the silence constantly judging me
Don't you think you should move on?

You write it, so you'd best believe it
You sold it, now your soul perceives it
You read a book, but now agree with it
The damage of betrayal
To Hell with your

reason to believe
A reason to deceive
A reason for the song you're singing
And everything you do
Makes perfect sense to you
So why is your alarm bell ringing

You say you know how it feels inside of me
Lost and alone with no love or luxury
Come on inside
And hear the silence constantly judging me
Don't you think you should move on?

Don't you think you should move on?
Don't you think you should move on?