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Dear Whiskey
05:07
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Bukowski screams from the grave
Act out in wretched ways
Dark water for your daughter will be paid
Best if you forgave
Your soul a slave
In this brigade
Dear whiskey
Do you miss me
Cuz I sure do
Miss the hell out of you
You burned on the way down
But always turned my frown upside down
Division, incision
Along a razor blade
We ride this wave
Moamraths outgrabe
Jabberwocky's eyes ablaze
For anything we trade
A slip
A sip
Dear whiskey
Do you miss me
Cuz I sure do
Miss the hell out of you
You burned on the way down
But always turned my frown upside down
Aberrated scoundrels
As we dip rotten nectar
And stagger down the rabbit hole
We trip
Hide our lies to our demise
Don't drink me!!!
Dear whiskey
Do you miss me
Cuz I sure do
Miss the hell out of you
You burned on the way down
But always turned my frown upside down
(Bridge)
Aberration, degradation, vacillation
Dear whiskey
Do you miss me
Cuz I sure do
Miss the hell out of you
You burned on the way down
But always turned my frown upside down
Alissyn sent Today at 12:32 PM
Odax
I don't need closure,
I'm so glad it's over,
Not you're missing piece I'm mine,
Not your employee you'll be fine,
Dirty money, I ain't yours honey,
All that glitters isn't gold
And all the things you bought,
I never would have sold
It's not my problem I told you how this would go,
Now you sit in a corner licking your wounds so,
You'll think of me whether you're drunk or sober,
I'll be the sickness you just can't get over
Constantly bending to the shape of you,
Sick of pretending like you never knew,
You call it shame but I call it flavor,
I'm not trying to be anyone's savior
It's not my problem I told you how this would go,
Now you sit in a corner licking your wounds so,
You'll think of me whether you're drunk or sober,
I'll be the sickness you just can't get over
I would suck the taste from your lips
And lick the freckles from your hips
Though the devil comes in many forms
You'll find no solace
In my arms
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2. |
Metal
04:33
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Blue collar all the way,
Alphabet child,
Soft hands that have never changed a tire,
Give me sweat and motor oil, rust and iron, we're the survivors,
Don't get your hands dirty
Don't bother with me,
Your speaking from Make believe,
Post-apocalypse zombie bait
Trap yourself a doctor,
Trap yourself a lawyer,
Someone who will take care of you,
Why? So I can change your tire while you wait for BMW?
Imagined victories while we break our backs and strengthen our marrow,
your superiority is paper thin and not worth it stock,
Your insipid self wouldn't make it one moment on the chopping block,
That knocking in your engine is a bad piston,
Not that you'd have any clue,
We're the beasts that dream of being deep inside of you
Trap yourself a doctor,
Trap yourself a lawyer,
Someone who will take care of you,
Why? So I can change your tire while you wait for BMW?
Dirt under your fingernails,
Ruddy sun scorched skin,
These are the things I smell when surrounded by real humans
Dirt under your fingernails,
Ruddy sun scorched skin,
These are the things I smell
When surrounded by real humans
Trap yourself a doctor,
Trap yourself a lawyer,
Someone who will take care of you
Why? So I can change your tire while you wait for BMW?
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3. |
Odax
04:00
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I don't need closure,
I'm so glad it's over,
Not you're missing piece I'm mine,
Not your employee you'll be fine,
Dirty money, I ain't yours honey,
All that glitters isn't gold
And all the things you bought,
I never would have sold
It's not my problem I told you how this would go,
Now you sit in a corner licking your wounds so,
You'll think of me whether you're drunk or sober,
I'll be the sickness you just can't get over
Constantly bending to the shape of you,
Sick of pretending like you never knew,
You call it shame but I call it flavor,
I'm not trying to be anyone's savior
It's not my problem I told you how this would go,
Now you sit in a corner licking your wounds so,
You'll think of me whether you're drunk or sober,
I'll be the sickness you just can't get over
I would suck the taste from your lips
And lick the freckles from your hips
Though the devil comes in many forms
You'll find no solace
In my arms
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