| 21. Dead Poetic - Molotov |
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With my back to the wall you've somehow pinned me up against. Fingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists. And I'm somewhere in...
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| 22. Dead Poetic - The Dreamclub Murders |
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So after all, you needed more than a death-threat fall. You needed more, and I let you fall. Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw. And I...
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| 23. Dead Poetic - Stereo Child |
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(Your tradition) I'm getting so sick of creating this music to please you The way it used to be is the very thing that blinds you. That's why you...
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| 24. Dead Poetic - Motorcycle (left With Nothing/long Forgotten/when It's Gone) |
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Feeling low, like I’m ready crack and slowly moving from bending to breaking. I stay diluted to avoid the pain, but I give her more than she can...
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| 25. Dead Poetic - A Hoax To Live For |
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You're all just staring, angry faces, begging for a place to die. Or I could leave you where you stand, Up upon that hill that'll fall to the...
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| 26. Dead Poetic - Ollie Otson |
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I see your eyes x-ray my insides. You're screaming death to me, waiting for me to die. I see your eyes x-ray my insides. The rockstar autopsy. You...
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| 27. Dead Poetic - Hostages |
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Ten frozen memories lost into your pool of interrupted thought. I could have reminisced for hours. But right now you are all I get to remember. ...
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| 28. Dead Poetic - Self Destruct And Die |
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I'm only patient enough to please the masses for so long. My brittle arms cannot hold up all the walls in this falling tomb. I'm only caring enough...
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| 29. Dead Poetic - Taste The Red Hands |
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Let it burn in your eyes. Your cover is blown this time. And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands. And like the flies,...
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| 30. Dead Poetic - The Corporate Enthusiast |
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The corporate beast has got me. I've fallen in the trap. This beast it feeds on me. I'm never coming back. You've sucked the truth out of me....
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| 31. Dead Poetic - Tell Myself Goodbye |
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These words roll of my tongue like second nature. But I'm far from my womb, and you know I'm far from you. So when do I come back to you? Was this...
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| 32. Dead Poetic - August Winterman |
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And If I could teach the world to be.. I'd teach them all to be something just like me. Frustrated, bitter, depressing. Perfect - As if my wings...
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| 33. Dead Poetic - Modern Morbid Prophecies |
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Do we have the time to lay the line between true life, and you in mine. I want to reel it back before the day when simplicity was washed away. ...
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| 34. Dead Poetic - Vanus Empty |
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It's a deep, red wound. Enough to stare. It's a beautiful rose and everyone's aware You squeeze it tight enough to bleed. But suicide is something...
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