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Panic Attack
07:54
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A palette of dread bursts in your guts.
Smeared copper wiring scraps your face,
forcing your eyes shut.
Never seem to get away from this.
Your feet slip from the precipice into Charybdis.
No, there's nothing new under the sun.
There's no place for you or for anyone.
You'll never find what you're looking for.
You're such a cynic and an attention whore.
So just bury your face again.
You're but a slave to what you think.
The glistening waterline openly mocks you
as you sink.
And all you've clinged to reduced to cinders.
Clasping your head, a somniferous voice whispers...
No, there's nothing new under the sun.
There's no place for you or for anyone.
Feel bleak dread and dyspnea swirl.
You're such a nihilist and a little girl.
Guess you'd better go die now.
Don't tell yourself that you don't mind.
We both know that's a lie.
Don't tell yourself you don't care anymore
'bout what you've left behind
In your head. Your tombstone won't be exhumed.
And I'll never be what you need.
Guess you'd better start panicking.
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2. |
Penniless
05:49
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A commendation's all I need,
A break from the warfare in my head.
But life's too scary outside these walls.
I think I'm better off in bed.
My life's like pennies in a jar.
It builds up like clutter in my car.
And all I want is a little more,
But I forget what I'm saving for.
A child's rhyme plays in my head (Life's but a dream)
To warn of what is and what will be. (Gently down the stream)
It begets when I get my wings, (You must stand your ground)
For I've peaked velocity. (Rain all fall down)
My life's like pennies in a jar. (Pull yourself together)
But the coin slot's more like a scar. (No, it's not so bad)
That raven's perched upon my door. (No, it could be worse)
And I forget what I'm searching for.
'scuse me while I tend to how I feel.
These thoughts in my head just don't seem real.
And I keep finding myself right here,
All my dreams met with a sneer.
'scuse me while I tend to how I feel.
I'd rather die behind the wheel.
Time was never on my side.
Don't wanna wait a whole lifetime.
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Some girls are sadder than others.
I think I'm all done crying over you.
I think I'm through with the tears.
Who could've foreseen that we'd be here
After dragging it out five years?
I guess it's time to take your pictures off the wall,
Delete your notes from my phone.
At least I've got a head full of pleasant memories
As I continue life alone.
No hard feelings on my end.
You're not someone I villainize.
But I guess I never really understood
What's going on behind your eyes.
I stuck around when no one asked me to
And came to visit when you cried.
And now I drive my car away into the night.
Inside, I realize...
Some girls are sadder than others.
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4. |
Good Luck, Godspeed
03:38
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I hope when you think of me
That I will always be
A pleasant memory.
I guess it's time to move along,
Drive down the open road.
The same that I've been on.
And after all the time I spent with you,
Summer's gone away
And you just couldn't stay.
Here's hoping all your dreams come true,
with those plans you couldn't find
Space for me inside.
{Chorus}
There's nothing left for me 'cept sorrow in my truck.
As far as we're concerned, I can only wish you luck.
Thanks for your time, I couldn't ask for more.
I think I'll buy a cat and press the pedal to the floor.
I'll sleep it all off, I suppose.
I drive my car into the night.
I think I'll be alright.
I'll look elsewhere for repose;
An old friend and a drink,
A place to stop and think...
{Chorus}
If you thought you'd ought to have been sorry,
You shouldn't have.
Even if I could've stopped you,
I wouldn't have. So
No hard feelings.
Good Luck, Godspeed.
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5. |
It's Not Working Out
03:50
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How many times did you think, "This could be it,"
As you prayed for courage to cut the rope?
Well, here we both are and I've coped better than expected.
Sometimes I miss you, but usually I don't.
{Chorus}
And I hope you meet God.
And I hope He lives up to your expectations.
Hey, there's you with placid eyes,
facing life with a shudder and a shrug.
Tell me, if God puts happiness deep inside your soul,
How come the only time you're happy is when you're on a drug?
{Chorus}
Just think of this as one of those signs you love so much
If it will put your fragile heart at ease.
You'll get one more song from me and that will be it.
I've buried my hatchets. I've made my peace.
And I hope you meet somebody else.
And I hope he lives up to your expectations.
And I hope you meet somebody else.
And I hope he gives you your precious sense of progression.
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I remember it well.
It was the first time since September I cried
As I drove my car off in the night.
In my head ran the age old cliche:
Everything is going to be alright.
Cos you'll keep on trucking and I'll keep on feeling
Quietly inadequate.
Your signs and your god and your love and your medicine
Won't be enough to save you in the end.
But everything will be alright.
All cuts heal in time.
And here I am,
Stuck with the cold spirit of reason.
And knowing deep down that we're both the same.
We're a mass of walking contradiction
With the beautiful and dreadful knowledge that remains.
That you'll keep on trucking and I'll keep on feeling
Quietly inadequate.
Your signs and your god and your love and your medicine
Won't be enough to save you in the end.
But that's all okay cos we had our time and
I think that is enough.
Time and the universe drug us apart
But the universe can go fuck itself.
Everything will be alright.
All cuts heal in time.
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Ghosts of Virtue Denton, Texas
Zachary Kusch is some 23 year old with recording equipment and a messiah complex that no one can honestly attest to liking and he's pathetically attempting to capitalize on his proclivity of writing music and deserves to die unloved and in ambiguity.
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