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Miss My Chance
01:17
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So this is where I'm at after a full on attack. Under the moonlight, in the garden, with a knife in my back. Like an innocent man condemned to death, I'm met with nail after nail and lash after lash.
With my arms outstretched, I welcome the end as opportunities pass through the holes in my hands. Even eternal rest couldn't put me to bed. Three days to play dead, then you can watch me ascend.
Now that I'm coming of age, I see a break in the bend. That sandbox love you spoke of has now sunk in quicksand. The silver lining's laced with undesirable plans. I still won't break my defense. I won't miss my chance.
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The Right Hand of Hades
02:00
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At the bottom of my eroded heart, underneath the stone, underneath the sediment, you'll find yourself a sentiment. A sanctum that has been withered away by sin.
Forgive me patron saint of innocence. I'm not sure where to begin. I'm not sure how this will end. You can keep your eyes shut, but make sure you listen up. You can bite your lip, but make sure you let it all sink in.
All alone, you're confined behind a wall of insecurities. You think that spending time alone will help you reach solidarity. But behind your mind's illusive gates, you only think you're safe.
You said you wanted a king. I hear Hades is looking for a queen. Allow your soul to be buried underneath and you'll be treated like the goddess you've always wanted to be.
No more waiting at your hands and feet. I can't help you and you can't help me. I'll save us both the time and trouble. I'll deliver us from evil. I'll drive you straight to hell. I'll drag you there myself.
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Here it is. My last ode to the ocean before I finally jump in. Hanging off the side of a ship. This rope isn't holy, nor is my deadening grip. As my stomach ties in a thousand knots that were never meant to come undone, I'm pressured to decide what it means to live and what it means to die.
Do I make the same damn climb I've made a thousand times? Or is the fall not all that high, and walking on water worth a try? The waves have helped me come to terms with being a nervous wreck, but even when my ship is out of sight, I swear I won't turn back.
I don't need a search and rescue team. This time only I can save me.
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Grave Robbers
01:23
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Are you the bastard son or am I? You contrived a semblance of truth, sugar coated in lies. I buried my dead, parted ways with their grave sites, while you remain in support of those who have already died.
Let me ask, what kind of man who never walked with the dead could refuse, even yet, to give the living a chance? So drop your gloves and tow your hearse. Until the dead walk the earth, keep your hands out of the dirt.
You're trying to wake the safe and sound. I'm trying to see the world as more than a memorial ground. So drop your shovel. It's no help. There's nothing to be found in the land of the devout.
Are you the one who's damned or is that title all mine? You took all I love and threw my heart off time. Now I never hold my breath past the gates at night.
Instead, I sing graveyard songs that go something like:
What if grave robbers are not so different from me? They're always digging for something and they never sleep. What if I can never seem to leave this cemetery? As long as I'm surrounded by memories...
A grave robber's all I'll ever be. A grave robber's all I'll ever be. So get your white sheet, lay me underneath. Take what you need, but let my body rest in peace.
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The HemingWay Out
01:51
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Hey heroine, what do you hear? Is an overwhelming fear of disappointment ringing through your ears? Listen for the calm after the storm, even though the stillness and serenity may have an unsettling tone.
I know, that noise is no match for the strength you've shown. I'm told, “There’s no heavier burden than a great potential.”
Hey Hemingway, what was it like? Did taking your life free the author stowed inside your mind? If so, send me a sign because there are books I’d like to write in the name of the father, the son, and urban blight.
A home blest with bullet holes is still a blessed home. A place to feel less alone, “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”
I bet the road to New England isn’t paved by page limits. My question is; do these open ends lead to new habits?
You can’t deny that you’ll always stand taller than I, when time after time, without question or gripe, like the sun, you also rise, to end the endless night. While I fall like the rain, afraid I’ll never get it right.
Released to you in ruins, but we’ve found common ground. My question now becomes; can you hear the sounds?
Those are the sounds of me letting you down. I’ll give everything I’ve got to drown those sounds out, to infinity and beyond…
Hey heroine, what do you hear now?
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