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Shatterproof
03:49
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A walk in the woods at midnight
I come to a swimming hole
To stare at a pool of water
And view my mortal soul
Absorbed in youth I’m shatterproof
Right in front of you
A bleeding tooth I’m shatterproof
Bent not broken
Haunt me for seven years
Cover up all the mirrors
I gathered up all the pieces
A suicide in reverse
To bury them in the moonlight
And nullify the curse
The kissing booth I’m shatterproof
Right in front of you
The gospel truth I’m shatterproof
Someone’s white lie
Show us how we look
What we really look like
Not how we imagine we really look like
Blinding light
Now you’re mine
Show us how we look
What we really look like
Not how we imagine we really look like
How you shine
Capsize the night
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Unsigned
04:24
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I thought that we were better friends
Until I read your letter filled with odd demands
It's like a pyramid scheme where no one makes money
It might be funny if I thought it was a joke
If I don’t spread this note around
Pass out these photocopies scattered on the ground
Maybe I’ll pull a muscle maybe catch pneumonia
Or fall into a coma never to wake up
You can't break the chain
Our souls are entwined
Damned if I do damned if I don't
I’m caught between uncertainty and broken bones
You'll never live it down if something happens to me
Sign it yours truly seal the contract with my blood
You can’t break the chain
Our souls are entangled
In words on a page
A man on a stage
Flies into a rage
The letter unsigned
I’ll stop this madness in the end
Suspecting darker days are just around the bend
Can’t bring myself to curse the people closest to me
My dearest beauty bound by ink and written off
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Hand
03:50
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Do what you don’t do what you do
With two pair eights and aces
I see you don’t see what I see
Misfortune through the ages
The gunfighter
An Old West tragic hero
Shot in cold blood (remember)
That very hand foreshadowed
Holding the dead man’s hand in black
Tying the damsel to the railroad tracks
Do what you don’t do what you do
For soon you’ll be forgotten
I see you don’t see what I see
Ill-fated slave to caution
Your number’s up
An end to your sob story
Your skin is flushed (on fire)
A crowning blaze of glory
Holding the dead man’s hand in black
Destined to take a bullet in the back
Do what you don’t do what you do
And sleep with one eye open
I see you don’t see what I see
Your ultimate destruction
Holding the dead man’s hand in black
Listen and you can almost hear the crack
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Avian
04:35
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How is your wife today
Mr. General?
Off to the front to lead
Another battle
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret
Never to be told
Eight for a wish
Nine for a kiss
Ten for a bird
You must not miss
Avian Grim Reaper
White with a black necktie
Good morning Mr. Magpie
Seen on a windowsill
Death is pending
Pay him his due respects
Or risk offending
Bane of the gamekeeper
Mischievous and flighty
Acting high and mighty
Call out politely
Birds of a feather rise
And swarm like mayflies
Cawing their battle cries
To blot the sunrise
Wreath for a fallen friend
A blackbird funeral
Requiem on the grass
Of their cathedral
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Phobiac
03:42
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Welcome back
Put me on the thirteenth floor
Yes the one that isn’t here
A missing button in a box
Distance is to disappear
Thirteen steps up the gallows stairs
The thirteenth guest will die in the year
Thirteen knots in a hangman’s noose
Thirteen cards all share the same suit
Thirteen feet which the guillotine falls
Thirteen witches in a coven enthrall
Thirteen letters in your name
You’re bound to have devil’s luck
Are you a triskaidekaphobiac?
Just another heart attack
Welcome back
Just a number just a day
A baker’s dozen nothing more
A missing button in a box
Seals the elevator door
Welcome back
Fourteenth floor masquerade
I return to face my fear
A missing button in a box
Reappears
Are you ever coming back?
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Lore
02:08
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Dismembered
04:11
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In a cemetery
Voices will carry
Solemn and often grim
Sympathetic magic
Useful yet tragic
Binds a dismembered limb
Don’t you dare get caught without it
If prophecy is true
The remedy is
Silver mounted dyed on a keychain
A graveyard rabbit’s left hind foot
Killed at midnight under a full moon
Tears streamed down as my hand shook
I’m never doing that again
More or less uncertain
Throw back the curtain
Fortune or certain doom
Violent pornographic
Bury the hatchet
Floor of the cutting room
Second thoughts still linger
I run my finger
Through the discolored fur
History advances
I’ll take my chances
Lay bare the jugular
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Fingers
04:41
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Silence can be a virtue it’s true
High hopes destined to blossom in you
Casting a spell
I’m ringing a bell
I’m crossing my fingers
Wishing you well
Wishing you well
I’m kissing and telling
Strangely compelling
Glowing with pride
Whisper tell me a secret desire
Blameless I’m only playing with fire
Clearing my conscience
Betting on nonsense
Crossing my fingers
Wishing you well
Wishing you well
I’m kissing and telling
Glowing with pride
I’m dying inside
Faithless I’ll stop at nothing to win
Lawless breaking commandments I sin
Laughing it off
My fingers are crossed
The same empty gesture
Pardons a lie
You have a grievance
I have a sixth sense
Spare me the pretense
It doesn’t count
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Sniper
04:16
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Rotting in a foxhole
Dying to live
We’re just food for soil now
Nitrogen rich
Pull yourself together
You’ll be alright
Smoking is unhealthy
You got a light?
Are you insane or are you trying to get me killed?
You never take the third light from the same match
Carry your own lighter
Don’t be a fool
Disrespecting heroes
Playing it cool
I’ll knock your hand to heaven
If you do that again
We are not immortal
We’re only men
Never trust a sniper
To suffer an itch
When they pull the trigger
They rarely miss
Looks as white as Christmas
Speaks Japanese
Chanting Bloody Mary
Death comes in threes
Soldier lights his cigarette
Sniper spots a mortal threat
Second solider takes a light
Sniper has you in his sights
Third light on a match you’re dead
Sniper shoots you in the head
I won’t be blamed when shots are fired and blood is spilled
You never take the third light from the same match
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Backward
04:23
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You caught me walking backward
Counting back from ten
Trying to turn my luck around but failing
And failing again
The trinity was broken
A sacred triangle
Underneath the rungs against a building
I’m building a fall
Walking backward
Under ladders in reverse
Walking backward
Superstition break the curse
Walking backward
This city is a minefield
Duck or hit your head
Working up the energy
For staying in bed
Take me back
To bread and butter days
To simple ways
To words we left unsaid
I’ll never get ahead
Walking backward
Maybe I’m unlucky
Maybe that’s just life
Playing out as karma
As I sharpen the knife
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Feral
03:34
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My thoughts are razor sharp
Juggling with mental knives
A shadow crosses me
There in the flesh
One of the devil’s spies
A monster roams the streets
Out on the prowl again
Behold the lioness
Dark as the night
Hunting the land of men
Silent princess goddess of myth
Savage feral demon in disguise
You cut me off from heaven
Fearless with nine lives to one of mine
Brimming with life
Master of death
My wounds are indistinct
Prophecy leaves no sign
Let’s get this over with
Staring at clocks
Dying to pass the time
Witchcraft crescent omen legend
Why bother with revenge?
You always land on your feet
Misfortune lines my path
Hissing at rats
Here in the catbird seat
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