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The Mist
02:04
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I'm an excellent navigator slipping through the mist
All around me shrouded clouds, slipped on ice, I slipped a disc
I really wish I wasn't here, I keep forgetting I exist
I don't know how I got so lost heading into the abyss
But whiskey makes you warmer
It's a taste you can't resist
And not thinking makes you calmer
Now I think I get the jist
Now the mist turns purple black slipping through the night
I roll into a quiet town, a peacemaker looking for a fight
Meeting God in gutters, kebab Eucharist takes a bite
And I'm bleeding from the fall, through the mist I see no light
I see nothing at all but I stumble on anyway
But whiskey makes you warmer
It's a taste you can't resist
And not thinking makes you calmer
Unless there's something I might've missed
Now I think I get the jist
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Girl I gotta say something about the heartbeat I miss
'Cause silence adds up to nothing since the last time we kissed
I can't change that I'm dead
Turned a grave to a bed
Memories burnt into ashes, bodies turning to dust
An emptiness suffocates me since the last time we touched
I can't change that I'm dead
Turned a grave to my bed
Casting spells on bones of broken glass
We move like pieces on boards with broken parts
Tombed and buried with golden-plated masks
Jewelled encasings that tightened on our grasp
Evoking and joking us into a corner
Which painted us up to our necks with warnings
Trying to speak a last faceless hopeless chant
I can't change that I'm dead
Turned a grave to my bed
I can't change that I'm dead
Talk to ghosts in my head
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Clones
02:14
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Floating near the floor we ghost along
Woke up feeling raw, we ghost along
Slide into your dreams, we know we're never wrong
Sides split at the seams we sing this song
I sold my soul for less than a handful of dust
I sold to you I guess with implicit lies and lust
So I wish we'd met before under a better circumstance
Excuse me while I kiss the floor
Whilst I do this dance
Floating near the ground we ghost along
On earthly plains we're bound, we ghost along
Drifting through the sky, to tell the truth we lie
And all along we sing this song
The muscles in my face hurt from constantly grinning
Give in to an insult and their already winning
So I sign the dotted line to be publicly humiliated
Carve barcodes on our plastic heads
Commerce is to be celebrated
Floating near the floor we ghost along
Woke up feeling raw, we ghost along
Slide into your dreams, we know we're never wrong
Sides split at the seams we sing this song
Floating near the ground we ghost along
On earthly plains we're bound, we ghost along
Drifting through the sky, to tell the truth we lie
And all along we sing our song
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Matthew Modine
03:12
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Floating down the conscience stream constipated from the codeine
I feel like Matthew Modeine bathing in a bath of cream
I'll never ween, there's too much spleen
Coming from my computer screen
I fall against a solid wall into an empty dream
I like to be around all the girls in town
I like to be around
If I'm up I'm never down
I whisper to my head, am I alive or am I dead
I'm out here making bread with a pencil full of lead
I'm never chasing wealth, my only enemy is myself
And I'm fucking up my health
But I'm doing it, I'm doing it
I'm doing it with stealth
I like to be around all the girls in town
I like to be around
If I'm up I'm never down
Never break the conscious flow whislt we are drifting through the snow
On the wings of phantom crows, we're the best at needing dough
Write my fingers to the bone, I tend flowers in Interzone
I ignore unearlthy moans. the crown belongs to Patsy Clone
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