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Forever
04:00
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She looked into his eyes and lied, she said she'd show the way
Forever
The nasty taste of life gone wrong won't wash itself away
Not ever
So pick up yourself, and try not to choke
remember to smile and laugh at the jokes
Hard on the head, hard on the heart
One thing's for sure, nothing lasts forever
Lonely in a crowded room, the atmosphere was thin
It drains me
The fat cat smiles and licks his lips, he's gonna sell your skin
It shakes me
So pick up yourself, and try not to choke
remember to smile and laugh at the jokes
Hard on the head, hard on the heart
One thing's for sure, nothing lasts forever
She looked into my eyes and lied, she said she'd show the way
Forever
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Ink Runs Dry
03:36
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nother drink and I'll feel better
Stick pins in the dead cells
Carcase patch or the pattern shifts
Cling to the wall supporting paper
So I yawn and stretch And I edit what's best
I feed the bin, I got no discipline
Cut off the stimuli
Turn to fiction when the ink runs dry
Turn to fiction when the ink runs dry
Numb suck face applauds himself
Smug-drug giggle, do get the joke?
You dream of comfort in a two-bar glow
Ear stuck to the speaker, hey that's me up there!
Cut the crap, cut the crap Cut the crap, cut the crap
Cut the crap, cut the crap Cut the crap, cut the crap
A whistle grin crazy loco
I shoot letters into bloodshot eye
Under the carpet when the ink runs dry
Under the carpet when the ink runs dry
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My Slum Soul
04:19
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Slip and slide honey my slum soul
My reptile belt and protestant shirt
Hungover, half dead, kitchen smiles
Creep and slide across the tiles
The mother tongue licks ragged lips
Words freeze in a frigid grip
Crazy fingers punch the glass
Through this mouth no truth shall pass!
My slum soul
Get a grip on the slippery slope
Slide down as fingers grope
Cut to ribbons, a confetti mist
Just end it all with a flick of the wrist
Imposing order, a code of ink
Broken letters pushed to the brink
Paper spews from endless floors
raining down with no remorse
My slum soul
It's lonesome on the graveyard shift
So watch me drown and get my drift
So drip and dry honey my slum soul
Eat my words and swallow me whole
We have to wait for the siren's calls
We're turning into something that crawls
Keep your head down while standing tall
We have to wait for the tyrant's fall
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