1. |
Soft Ways
03:46
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your neck
my favorite place
could spend all day
staring into it
your arms
around me
so real
my favorite feeling
the soft ways
you move around me
a pale angel
shaped perfectly
there's no place
I'd rather be
then where ever
you floated kindly
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2. |
From a Boat
03:39
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I want it
your throat ripped out and body kicked to the ground
I spit
on your grave just days after you're dead
You're nothing
but a sick feeling I get when I haven't slept for days
I close
my hand round your neck and whisper this your last breath
cuz no one's gonna care when you've been erased
your own mother she told me she wished you died at birth
I want it
You choking on dirt in an open grave left for the birds
They'll carry
off your crushed eyeballs and drop them off in the sea
I laugh
from a boat giving high fives to your best friend
You're bad
and you deserve a much worse end
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3. |
Growed
01:21
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golden boy might rise like the sun
following fallen into the earth
surrounded by the dirt
turns, and sinks
little baby seed
grow in summer heat
what's up maggie
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4. |
Rabbit
02:11
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is it lies or am I just crazy
coming home from being all alone
putting it all on hold
everyone is selling memories
tell me something now
I want to see your eyes
bring the basket,
bring the rabbit
I'll bring the knife
sweethearts and bruts
aiming at the stars
shooting off our guns into the night
how hard young ones try to make it right
away
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5. |
Horses
03:26
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sage the dead body
left dead and bloody
float in the river
of tuberculosis
burned slaughtered horses
the air smells like corpses
throw in the towel
before it's your hour
hearts are pounding
drowning in acid
turns skin elastic
falls off the bone
I wanna hear you now
scream out loud
you're a monster
worse than your father
throw in the towel
before it's your hour
jagged glass on your throat
you'll bleed if you howl
I can't wait to see
you pray on your knees
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6. |
Long Gun
02:24
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I want it to feel like the first time
looking in those big eyes
those big eyes
I'm a bad man in a black hat with a long gun
out for blood
in a canyon
with my best friend
pulling a carcass
of a ripped pig
on the orange sand
blood on my teeth
red on tv
dripping softly
blood on my teeth
red on tv
dripping softly
I want it to feel like the first time
looking in those big eyes
the windows
I'm hiding
the shadows
belong to me
I'm a bad man with a black heart and a long gun
out for blood
in a canyon
my best friend
pulling the carcass
of a ripped pig
glistening
on the orange sand
blood on my teeth
red on tv
dripping softly
blood on my teeth
red on tv
dripping softly
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7. |
Monsoon
02:27
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you say I've been drinking.
I've been thinking I wouldn't drink for us.
bigger than the moon
wetter than a monsoon
Don't talk to strangers.
Just give em a dirty look and walk away.
They don't have anything anyway.
golden boy eyes are leaking
they don't stop the drowned world
struggles in sad salty waves
he trys his best to swim to top
then sinks and's still for his heart to rest
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8. |
Mill Creek
01:56
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9. |
Buttons
02:34
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touch my coat buttons with your soft hands
before I ride away over branches to snowy land
and in a short time
this'll be a long time ago, ago
i get there
sleep on pine cones and needle floor
the bruts are smoking cigarettes and wearing hats
in a canyon I make a friend
we carry a carcass across the orange sand
I'm a bad man in a black hat with a long gun
leaves us with the russians out for blood
boys are killing cats
every single night
in movies or real life
what happened to your face
you said to me today
I walked into a wall
does it matter anyway
laughing in your lap
in the back of a cab
I just wanna stay here all day
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10. |
Evil
01:25
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evil thing deserves to have her soul destroyed
if she ever had one
evil thing deserves to have her heart break
I'd do it if I could.
but they dont know anything
and it leaves me like the wind
they dont know anything
and it feels just like the end
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11. |
Trees
03:56
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I want to feel her arms on my skin
and for her destroy all the bed men
held by her like a child for my life
no one else exists in my eyes
I know I'm the man she needs
cut anyone else talks to her but me
I can be sweet to thee
carry all the weight and let you blossom with me
the world stops spinning and dies when you're away
just like me under the weight of everything
help me, help me, be what you need
all these scars decorate me like a wreath
let me help you destroy your enemies
I can be sweet to thee
stomp through the bushes to the wild apple tree
they swinging low but your skins soft let me keep you in safety
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