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Intro
01:56
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After the Seizure's Gone
02:38
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Electrocution retribution’s the way, she said
Listen to the methods that they abuse, she said
He’d please her, but he sees her perceptions wrong
Keep shaking even after the seizure’s gone
Runs through me many times inside
Signals our decay
Feelings I’ll betray
I’m tied down
And I’m writhing
From the waist up
One eye turned forward
From the face up
It’s not helping
Yet you tell me it’s the best stuff
Am I the only one who ain’t messed up?
Back safely
You’re going forward
You’ve been too open
I should have been
We’ve lived near five times
As many lifetimes
I’ll never know
what they took away
On and on we try
Ailing, standing by
Wearing ourselves dry
at the same time
It signaled our decay
The feelings I’d betray
Electrocution retribution’s the way, she said
Listen to the methods that they abuse, she said
She keeps telling me one day I better fess up
Am I the only one who ain’t messed up?
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3. |
Dying on the Vine
04:23
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We’re just two of a pair
We’re just three of a kind
So glad you’re feelin fine
I’m dyin on the vine
Just cuz I hear it wrong
It might be the greatest song
Somehow we get along
The storm’s before the calm
You’re dying to survive
When your debts unsigned
You’re hesitant to go out
So I’ll take what’s mine
When you sing a new dream
It comes clean and toward
But you scream
For a new theme
and more
We’re just four in the queue
We’re just five in the crowd
Here comes that stormy cloud
Predictable and proud
Just cuz I’ve got the facts
Don’t mean I need the axe
I hope you’ll find the tact
I hope I make it back
You’re dying to survive alive
and you thrive
And then it’s gone
What you store and buy
Is a hasty try
A simple lie
Now, how will you go on
when it’s gone?
Three to one’s the odds
You’re holding all the cards
Seems it’s time to start the show
Five to one is the price
I won’t be taken twice
Seems it’s all I’ve come to know
Twenty-five to life
This future’s plagued with strife
Then it’s time for more
I don’t mind
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4. |
Indecisions Way
03:39
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Hesitation makes a sad vacation.
The rain outside is far from what keeps you in.
Dedication pays for medication.
Open doors and places I never been.
Bad times. You'll find deception.
Hesitation makes a sad vacation.
The memory stays,
no matter how much I take.
An indication of the devastation?
A better life? A heaven
for heaven's sake.
Bad times. You'll find rejection
You'll find redemption.
In time, we'll find direction.
We'll find perception.
Don't mind my kind-correction-
OUR kind's direction.
Searching for a stillness
with no banter.
Will you remain fine?
It's a type of illness
you can transfer.
Will you remain fine?
Will you abstain fine?
Well, it's a different
handicap, a cancer.
Now, will you remain fine?
Will you abstain fine?
Was this the answer we were
always trying to find?
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5. |
Wine Colored Casket
04:05
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You’d look fine
In a wine-colored casket
Ashes pouring down
From a basket
At your best
When you’re lifeless and cold
When the world is put on hold
There’s a specter haunting the brain
It sings a lovely, daunting refrain
At my best
I can still be impressed
When the world is laid to rest
There’s one thing
Bridging wrong from right
A changing scene
will change things, despite
Something’s to be said
For a quick demise
If anything, it makes
a grand disguise
For awhile you can smile
And you’re standing tall
You lied when you tried
To convince them all
Arrive when it’s time
Until then so long
Correct me if I’m wrong
A rising star
Reflects a painful shine
A darker shade
A cryptic design
A sweet deceit
Too tempting to decline
A lonely space
An empty place you’ll reside
This time it blows my mind
Seems like it’s every time
Won’t sit in the backseat of my prime
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6. |
Thicker Skin
03:33
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Don’t need another chance to run
Don’t mean I never come undone
Won’t be another sorry tale
Don’t mean I never have to fail
Don’t need to owe a thing to you
Don’t mean it’s easy getting through
Don’t need to throw my weight around
Don’t mean I’ll take it lying down
Don’t need a mirror ‘neath my face
Don’t mean I never get the taste
I believe I’m getting less corrupt
Don’t mean I’ll never fuck you up
I’m not trying to make you ill at ease
Always someone I need to please
This machine speeds right off track
Don’t mean I won’t be coming back
Locked inside my private jail
Too in debt to plan on making bail
The charges, too long to list
Don’t mean I won’t be dismissed
I’ll pay for everything I bought
It was still wrong, but I got caught
We’ll have to work it out
We’ll have to reel it in
I have to have my doubts
I’m quicker, thicker skinned
Let them kick me out
I’ll find my way back in
I haven’t lost my touch
I’m quicker, thicker skinned
The world’s bright now
Have you been stopping by?
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7. |
Endure En Vogue
02:18
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8. |
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Who’s looking forward to the new
Spoon-fed and wounded on display?
Predicted trouble you’ve been through
Inflicted remnants of decay
Our cause is worthy of respect
But try as we might
We just keep pausing for effect
Until it sounds right
Who’s looking forward to the new
spoon-fed and wounded on display?
Who’s looking forward to the new
trust-funded poverty parade?
There’s no resistance, no regret
You’re finding out why
It’s getting harder to forget
It’s youth you can’t buy
We’ll be in store
To carry some more
The end of our means
What colorful schemes
We’ll be okay
Despite what they say
Our generation’s
coming out alright
Who’s looking forward to the new
trust-funded poverty parade?
Who’s looking forward to the new
spoon-fed and wounded on display?
There’s no resistance, no regret
You’re finding out why
It’s getting harder to forget
A youth you can’t buy
And have around
We’ll be in store
Who cares what it’s for?
Our generation’s
coming out alright
We’ll be okay
Despite what they say
We’ll be happy
Thicker skinned disguise
Something passing through
My desperate eyes
It’s more than fashion
Will you realize?
They’re happy just to stand by
Grabbing checks that
We’re not cashing-
in despite
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