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Going to Oblivion
03:44
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Cars on the freeway
share a better destination than we've seen before
heading toward oblivion
I think it lucky if we ever got that far
You and me
we share a frightening resemblance to a falling star
burning out
but we shined brightest when we knew our time was short
I am not gonna lose you
Our knuckles are white
and we hold on, as hard as we can
reaching for resistance before the earth gives
and we hold on, though I have my doubt
what's the fear in jumping in, when all we are's already falling out
Cracks in the sidewalk
from the surface spiderweb across the street
it never made a difference
we we're never known to look before we'd leap
You and me
we've spent our whole lives waiting at a crossroads
holding out
but if we stay here in this moment I won't have to let you go
I am not gonna lose you
our knuckles are white
and we hold on, as hard as we can
reaching for resistance before the earth gives
and we hold on, though I have my doubt
what's the fear in jumping in when all we are's already falling out?
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2. |
Impasse
02:29
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It seems we're at an impasse here in the worst way
as the words I fail to speak
when matters of convenience and I love you's
both mean the same old thing
But look into my eyes now, you can do this
say the words you need to speak
'cause I'm not gonna stop you, you need this
a whole lot more than me
and we can do this thing five or six times if we want
but the damage gets done only once,
So let it on out now.
It seems we're at an impasse here, let the bomb drop
let the waves come crashing in
'cause I want to thank you for showing me
the best things all have ends
and I'm lost in this moment without you
it's the strangest sort of thing
when right here beside me is the furthest
away you've ever been
and i'd be lying if I said that I wasn't surprised
but we both know that everyone lies
so why should I stop now?
and I want to go home.
But I am home.
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3. |
Hate Song
02:11
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You came into my life, disguised yourself with good intentions
but little did I know that breaking hearts became your mission.
and, well, I guess from early on you knew that I would fall
You spoke in codes because you knew that I would never break them
and all the words you said you'd write, well they remain unwritten
truth is, I'm still waiting here for you to make that call
Your golden hair reminds me still of all the time i've wasted
and all the days I spend at home alone, far too complacent
and, well, I guess it could be worse, I guess I could be you
Your words we're flames that found their way into my ears and burned them
and then you had the gall to go and say i'd never heard them
truth is, i'm just telling you that you can go to hell
and if you found your way through heaven's gates,
you know I'd rush that fucking place
and take you by the hand to throw you out
It's about time that you learned to fall
'cause baby, you can't have it all
and hell's just not the same without you here
do you recall that time at the park,
where i said we could have a fresh start
and i'd love you forever with all of my heart?
well i guess that maybe I was mistaken
and if the earth and the sun collide
and everything we've loved has died
you know i'd be alright, because
i've felt that way for years
I know i'll be okay without you here.
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4. |
Madness
02:02
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Love in itself is a stupid thing
though we fell harder than anything
grass was blue and the sky was green
you know it had to change
you tried to fly with two broken wings
and your drunken love was my ketamine
but darling, I can't feel a thing
like this whole world's gonna freeze
So here's to you and me
and the thousand things we couldn't be
I think we're better off alone
but you complete my madness
though my soul is broken static
and I can't see the sunshine
since you've darkened up my door
so we rushed and panicked
cherished days where you felt manic
but depression hits much harder
when you've fallen from on high
I tried to say what I couldn't do
I tried to tell you i loved you
I think we both know that's a lie
so here's to you and me
and the thousand things we'll never be
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5. |
as we become effigies
03:39
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Like broken altar calls, we reign judgment on ourselves
by counting all the broken bottles in the house
and the catacombs
do you remember how we first met?
I was weak but I was trying to grow stronger
you were patient but you couldn't wait much longer
and now, I don't know where you've been
Like the throws of a dying man, desperation overcomes us
as we try to hold the end off
and it might seem hopeless
but have we ever really tried now?
I've been taking you for granted like a solid fool
but you've been taking me as someone who won't need you
and now, I don't know who's to blame
but you, in your own way, created everything
you made love out of nothing, but nothing has changed
well, i'm starting to think it never will
Like a knife in a socket, we we're shocked to find a perfect fit
was never truly harmless
and it might seem crazy
but do you want to try again now?
I've made mistakes and i've apologized a thousand times
but your forgiveness hangs from shoelaces on power lines
and it's barely out of reach
like worn human effigies, we we're made to burn each other down
so maybe you should call me back.
I miss you.
do you remember all the good times?
I made some promises I knew that I could never keep
but you're too trusting, and I guess my spirit's just to weak
and that's never gonna change
and I know it's not our time,
but I can't shake this feeling deep inside
my heart, is beating faster than it
ever has before
and my lungs can't catch my breath
because these words inside compress my chest
and i know, i know it's not the
time to tell the truth
I only lie because it's easier than telling you the truth.
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6. |
Chronos
02:57
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I keep looking for the changes
you didn't tell me it was better in the first place
I keep looking for the sacred
you didn't tell me it was all refuse
and as the time comes whistling through the windows
I can say that it's okay
and you know that it's true
yeah, you know that it's true
I keep looking for the secrets
you didn't tell me that you already knew them
I keep looking for the faces
you didn't tell me that they all went to hide
when society reared its ugly head
and tried to make me stand
far away from the truth
but i stand with you
'cause i know that the words they say
won't mean shit anyway,
so we don't have to let them inside
i cry, let's keep them out
I'd rather say that tragedy
is nothing more than comedy
if looked at with the right set of eyes
a reprise of all your silver linings
Another stressful contemplation
on whether or not I should cut the fuse
another hopeless compensation
to your overabundance of youth
and as the sands of time leave the hourglass
I can say that i've a few
explanations to do
making it up to you
'cause i know that the words they say
won't mean shit anyway,
so we don't have to let them inside
i cry, let's keep them out
I'd rather say that tragedy
is nothing more than comedy
if looked at with the right set of eyes
a reprise of all your silver linings
Let's run away
I don't want to be here anymore
let's get on the nearest train
and get the fuck out of town
Time is chasing us, you know it's racing us
but we'll get away, we'll have another day
one more beautiful day
'cause i know that the words they say
won't mean shit anyway,
so we don't have to let them inside
i cry, let's keep them out
I'd rather say that tragedy
is nothing more than comedy
if looked at with the right set of eyes
a reprise of all your silver linings
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7. |
Letters to Petrograd
02:30
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I took creative liberties
to cut out the obscenities
you shouted when you had your way
said, I should hide out
from your nuclear fallout
the meltdown in the core of your brain
your love is chernobyl, raise to the nth extreme
you know what i mean, it keeps on risin'
your love is critically contained
and it's breaking out
yeah it's breaking out
give me something to work with
give me something to love
give me something to hope for
not this wasteland, sorry, pathetic excuse for love
i took a blinding excuse
rejecting refuge
in a hopeful desperation
you said I was an equal
rejecting a sequence
of love going to everyone
your love is Siberia, and it's trapping all your friends
through their hearts and their souls
your love can never be reclaimed
and it's wearing thin
yeah it's wearing thin
give me something to work with
give me something to love
give me something to hope for
not this wasteland, sorry, pathetic excuse for love
hell yeah
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8. |
Ghosts in the Shade
03:18
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The days grow colder as the nights grow longer
each breath feels shorter than the last
but time moves quickly this will pass
I just hope that I forget
We'd kill ourselves before the mornings over
but Lazarus, he knows our names
dark curses running through our veins
and there's always fear in change
there's always hope in change
darkness looms upon a new horizon
fleeting memories of the east
prospects drop like falling leaves
and it's time to flee the scene
I'll set a stone aside for you i'll place it
'round 22nd and the 10,
swear i'll visit now and then
i guess beginnings can be ends
I don't know if i believe,
but i could stick around to see what the truth is
I don't know if i'll survive
but i would rather live and die without this
So break my spirit, break my bones
cut me deep, steal my soul
I'll be gone in a minute or two
just bury me down by the river and do what you will
what you will
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Just like the bones in our closets
we separate the evidence
of a love that has haunted us
a love that we've learned to forgive
and forget all the ashes
from the flame that ignited your heart
if it weren't for your matches
these problems they would never start
just like a police line in a windfarm
our caution was thrown to the wind
and it carries a reminder
of the troubles we find ourselves in
and we're out on the sidelines
watching 'em run for the hills
'cause it's greener on the other side
of these god forsaken deserted field
and i'm sorry, but it's just not my fault
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10. |
Let Love Crush Us
03:16
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With a little more alcohol
and a little less love
we can still turn this house into the martyr
that we knew it always was
with a little less absence
and a little more loss
I can still see the marks upon the walls
from hiding all the skeletons and ghosts that haunt the halls
this place is blessed
by two young savage creatures looking to regret
and as the nightfall consumes this land
Lord, let it crush us where we stand
With some fuel to stoke the fire
and some rope to bind us down
we can still cleanse our hearts of these desires
and the weakness that we've found
I am not gonna lose you
we are gonna be buried in this house
I've seen the writing on the wall
but it's so common we don't question it at all
our love will always dream of bliss
just like the captain yearns to go down with his ship
and as the nightfall consumes this land
Lord, let it crush us where we stand
they say there's beauty in the fall
but this drop could kill us all
I know it's not quite as we planned
let our love crush us where we stand
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We lock all the doors and windows
set up some makeshift barricades
my secrets can't come back to haunt me if i take them to the grave
We pull the blinds and turn the lights out
cover our mouths to stop the sound
but we're afraid that too much silence means we're six feet underground
If the dead walk the earth, i'll follow
cut the spirit from my bones till I fall hollow
dark storms are blotting out the eastern skies
God turns his back now to the west
how great it is to live here
and who are we to be so blessed
I'd sell my soul if it meant I'd be a better man
but I guess my soul's not worth that much now anyway
and I'd slay my demons but i'm struggling where I stand
and it's hard to pull myself back up again
but the earth it shook and shattered
and I saw the flames ascending
it was from that point i knew
your poison love was never ending
and if there's anybody out there
who can kill this devil in me
I bet it's you
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Let's grab some rum, I'll grow a beard
and we'll pretend we're pirates
rob a ship or maybe two
set sail for unknown islands
but if the ship goes down
with all the treasure too
it's fucked, but we've got better things to do
You grab your hat, I'll grab my whip
we'll go on an expedition
sneak in and steal the holy grail
foil a german mission
but if the artifact
ends up in nazi hands
It's fucked, but we've got better things to plan
we wait our whole lives to be bored
and then we tell ourselves to live for so much more
I've been dreaming more about the mountain tops
i'm just sick and tired of these boring stops
it's so hard to try and fail at something new
but i think it's better if you do
Let's travel time in a machine,
though we don't know the science
we'll stop hitler, see some dinosaurs
hell, maybe become tyrants
and if our actions
they result in world war three
it's fucked, but it might be pretty cool to see
Let's steal a rocket, go to space
we can explore the heavens
find a black hole and we'll slip
into a new dimension
and if we never make it
back to earth again
it's fucked, but hey, at least it's not the end
we wait our whole lives to be bored
and then we tell ourselves to live for so much more
I've been dreaming more about the mountain tops
i'm just sick and tired of these boring stops
it's so hard to try and fail at something new
but i think it's better if you do
Let's start a church, for followers
we can just mind control them
and if some demons rear their ugly heads
hell, let 'em join in
and when it comes out that this
all has been a lie
it's fucked, but hey, i'm a pretty okay guy
let's grab guitars and make a band
maybe we'll play for people
write a song about adventures
that seem too unreal
and if it happens to get
meta now and then
it's fucked and it might be time for this to end
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