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Dying Art
02:09
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Work your patience to the bone
The heavy hand at my expense
Your television eyes revolve
A final judgement lingers
And it will break me
For my own good
A dying art
That I can't know
If your idols yield the fall
Would you part with their advice
A perfect measure, so divorced
Just a mother figure
That will break me
For my own good
A dying art
That I can't know
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Resting Into Pieces
04:25
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Tear my conscience, I was born to isolate
Saw the pattern, gave it justice for awhile
Come to senses, pull the rug out underneath
Fear of trusting, put together my demise
I don't want to be your puppet
I would rather die without it
You can't meet me in the middle
I am resting into pieces
Fill my shadow, bury what you've given up
Trust your instincts, feel a headache on the way
Take me barren, I was never growing out
Soft in motion, I could see your self destruction
I don't want to be your puppet
I would rather die without it
You can't meet me in the middle
I am resting into pieces
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Lovesicker
03:26
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I am forfeiting consciousness
For a taste of the grand design
At the mercy of bone and flesh
I just cling to a deeper truth
And I pray to the nicest god
Or I sleep with another her
And I try to ignore the lack
So it feels like there's nothing wrong
And I do it again and again
And again and again
And I never feel satisfied
What are things that could bring me joy
It's the fortress of my own mind
I protect with the sharpest blade
And I'm always wishing others well
Even when I saw her with a man
I am growing into someone new
So I never have to be in love
And I do it again and again
And again and again
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