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From these pills for the whisperer
Even children know you are sickened by your own protests
And you make sure it will pass
And you've made it your business to fetch the tumor out
So you take it, shake it, shake it now out of the ones you owe
When the medicine you fancy has all run out
All good junkies go to heaven
When the medicine you fancy has all run out

Yeah, it's over
You can bet in mid-October,
I will still be ranting 'bout early may.
Yeah he's a winner,
He's a goddamn sinner.
While he dines I'm on the wrong side of the day.
And I said, "I don't understand why I'm fumbling after"
You're the reason I cannot forget this season

Beyond poor,
Beyond Ostracized
Destined to be obscured
Beyond right in your offset eyes
On dominus ground
If what I say isn't true
I do it to reason with you
Kiss and no tell

I am Caligula
Glutton of Gluttons
Men over women
Man over woman
The whore of all men
And I...
Am not ashamed to admit, it's not enough to say "I love all of you"
And I'm aroused

Many ways
Many days
Many faces down the line
When people whisper it makes her nervous

Its you from the airport
Addressing most littlest
In several days I just might prove worth it

Still I fail to mention
Our happy home
Where I face the last convention
I must fare alone
At the intervention I confess
I'll vow to hate the bottle
Yet I won't mean it
Though when you're merely half awake

That burning feeling.
Red liquids.
Clear liquids.
Blessed are the sick.
Children shiver in the river.
Where is our god now?
Does he watch over all in El Segundo?
He don't lie when he say,

Without a reason
there is nothing left to say
You pray for division
But the hope gets in the way
Please don't let me down
How long I've been willing
How long before I breathe you out
Without a reason

She cured the plague of the holy child
and all the while
she just walked in
and boom! she said
in her room with her red fingernails
and a grip on the answers.

When it's home

It makes you mad
I see your head in a bag
Oh dear God, you look so fucking sad
It makes you before
It isn't the style, it's what you're fighting for
It makes you feel glad
holiday fingering that seems to ring so bad
It makes you before

Another notch on her bed post,
In blood red
Feel me
Taste me

Warm
Me with your tounge of fire
Use

I hold contempt for God as well
And that faux religion to undersell
If I have reason to believe the soul lies to itself
I'll show them mercy but will I lie to myself?

And again you'll find a miracle in inches
I know you will, oh
And again you'll find a miracle in inches

I hold contempt for God as well
And his faux religion
We undersell
If I've reason to believe
to soul lies to itself
I'll show them mercy
but will I lie to myself?
And again you'll find

A boy, a girl- a love story.
But why did it end in misery?
Taking our chances, getting our thrills..
Taking and taking but never getting our fill.
And this is what I see.
A modern love story.
Love defined on our TV.
Telling us, teaching us what we need.

Mr. Shiver I'm glad you sent a line.
Euphoria's endearing.
But it's cold,
We might as well retire.
To the drawer where all used things resign.

Mr. Shiver, in the river,
You were sold.

If it takes you
I don't want to.
If it makes you scared
In the bare, anyway.

If it makes you, I don't want to..
See your face when you feel

Yes we have an audience
Amassing various
I ought to know
For I've taken pulls until its aerial
And yes contest with the best monetary order
You get the daughter
And you can murder it
If you've heard it

You like to carry my heart
In a bag thats broken.
You're asking when do I stop?
When the bottle's empty.
Blacker than my father's soul,
Drunk enough to raise us all.

Pink roses.

Give me back my pictures of me.
Me, you, and him that makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress
And I hope that you know.

Like a bitch in heat I hope she know.
So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames
Cease to move and the movie turns into a photo,

The crow arises
and steals the dreams from my eyes
Kneel down and kiss the ground
Stations of a new cross
Yet at the faintest light,
even his conscious is eating him alive
I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again

Now let me introject about this little peace we have
And all the months passed dragging through the mud,
dragging through the mud,
dragging down.
Helps me comment on virginity.
Help me find the price of humility.
As a matter of fact you owe me some
As a matter of fact you owe me.

Hit it one more. Time for our men . . . in uniform (with a price upon their
heads).
This is a WAR! Sober up, but call it what you want. The color changes up in the
sun.

Not throwing stones at you anymore. Your name's in lights and I don't wonder .
. . anymore. Anymore . . .

Put the needle to the record,
And hit me with your style,
Soon enough I'll,
Learn to unload my mouth.
Can you feel it's getting blacker,
The vibe up in this place
When I displaced,
What made me turn my face.

I'm hoping to be proud
Hoping that it shows
I look in the mirror
Hoping that he knows
My heart is to be found
Giving way to getting wet
Red tide
I find it so peculiar

When One Eight Becomes Two Zeros

I'm glad that you're near
and I'm sad that you're here.
That is what it's like to be me.
I'm glad that you're here
and I'm sad that you're near.