1.A Softened Suicide
Wipe that grin right off your face
And focus your attention, on the blood you taste
Now you tell me about your sorrow
For you won't live to see tomorrow
Far from soon
Far from home
How sweet it was to have you here
For more than one time this year
These deep wounds have yet to heal
This dying heart is oh so real
Far from soon
Far from home
I won't rest until I see
A thousand fallen angels line these streets
Prepare yourself for this jarring scene
The end of this rivalry
2.Spirits
The family fell apart with a strict blow
From an ill-divine addiction
Transfixed on its own
Undulating survivor rate
For the sake of right mind and public relation
We will call it extreme circumstances
So bite your tongue and open your eyes
As we dance on your grave
My fingers are cocked
And ready to throw back
Gratuity and crucial sedatives
Blow
For the sake of right mind and public relation
We will call it extreme circumstances
So bite your tongue and open your eyes
As we dance on your grave
You have to break this silence
You have a cyclical sickness
Its love is vicious
You have a cyclical sickness
This is my lover's tryst
For the sake of right mind and public relation
We will call it extreme circumstances
So bite your tongue and open your eyes
As we dance on your grave
3.Hands Met Lips, Heartache Met Lips
The stars could be ending in all oblivion
But if I, was in your arms
Your eyes would be my salvation
I turn and befriend this cancerous silence
In hopes of a life that has yet to leave the ground
The days without you are too long
And the days with you are hardly long enough
She was buying cigarettes from a burn victim
With slit wrists
In a wild dedication I would set this world ablaze
If only that it would turn your head one more time
She was buying cigarettes from a burn victim
With slit wrists
She was buying cigarettes from a burn victim
With slit wrists
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
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