Альбом Envy on the Coast

Isabella stand a little bit taller.
I don't deserve your tears,
anymore than you deserve the fears
that I have left you with, dear.
May I bless your every last tear?

"She's just a little girl, she knows nothing of this little game we
like to play"

So tell the martyrs to wait at the gate.
This is an actual case of the truth.
At least, that's what they call it these days.

So tell your brothers and sisters to wait,
'Cause love is nothing to waste,
And I swore,
Never your heart, shall I break.

Widowed, and a little less faithful,
She let's the sidewalks sympathize
With every step she takes,
Ankles growing weak, dearS
May He bless your every last tear?

Isabella, stand a little bit taller.
I am the aisle in the back beside the votive light
Who did this to youSdear?
May you never shed a damn tear.

He said,
"Boys...please, dinner's on me tonight."
"I am the host and you're the parasite. This is how we do."
Don't come any nearer.
Armed with nothing but a dotted line and big blue eyes.
Ominous, so ominous of surprise.
I'm not who you thought I was.
So load that barrel boy, and put your horse down.
She can't bear to run.

You're as sleek as the words you speak.
Now yo're riding on the shoulders of the weak.
I know you've got a habit.

"Sir, please, we're laughing at your crooked smile."
"How you've trained those teeth to break my skin."
Armed with nothing but a dotted line and big blue eyes.
So obvious and ominous of surprise.

We're held as hostages, blinded by appendages.
I swore I'd make amends for this.
We'll work as hostages, I'll hide behind appendages.
I swore I'd make amends for this.

Gentlemen,
Your temptress has arrived.
She's perfectly disguised.
In black and white with dollar signs and dotted lines.
With my hands upon her hips...
The notion of a kiss.
The candles lit. I can't commit.
This feather's dipped in ink.
A tattoo that never heals.
She's asking me to
Sign right here.

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Alarming to the senses,
As the scent of latex and blinding white lights greet me.
He's withered, weak and weary, his bones are very brittle,
Can't rid this taste of surgery, of surgery, accusing me.
It's perjury, like surgery correcting me.

I'm bouncing in and out of my body,
Eyes roll in rhythm, as they wish to focus but they can't bear to see.

Our eyes are paralyzed as your legs are canonized.
With waters from these seas
To own a heart thats half of yours.
These bones are mere accessories, well these bones are mere accessories.

Doctor said he heard me,
Stutter as I mutter a startling, repetitious phrase.
And under anesthesia, I told him over and over again this bodies yours to keep.
And though he promised me, he said he'd do as I please.
I stand before you on these same selfish feet.

I'm bouncing in and out of my body,
Eyes roll in rhythm, as they wish to focus but they can't bear to see.

Our eyes are paralyzed as your legs are canonized.
With waters from these seas
To own a heart thats half of yours.
These bones are mere accessories, well these bones are mere accessories.

His neck is shattered by the tides,
The Ocean prays for his demise.
But I swear to you, I watched his heart pump blood, into those veins
Throwing punches at ocean waves ( x7 )
Ocean waves.

And as the tides retreat
I see the smile you see today
To own a heart thats half of yours.
These bones are mere accessories.

Our eyes are paralyzed as your legs are canonized.
With waters from these seas
To own a heart thats half of yours, half of yours.

Throwing punches at ocean waves (x7) ( To own a heart thats half of yours)
Ocean waves
Throwing punches at ocean waves (x2) ( These bones are mere accessories) >

I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand,
And tell you once again,
Don't tell me that you're scared...

Wake, wake, wake her
From this sea of white linens and
Extract the drugs from her dreams
And sew her seams with delicateness,
'Cause beneath her chest sits the heart that I live for,
You'd kill for,
The angels would die for.
And with a subtle wink and a flutter of wings,
They whispered,
They whispered...

I'll hold your tears as a ransom
Within the palm of my hand
And tell you once again
Don't tell me that you're scared

Alert the sawbones,
Tell them that she's not scared.
She's got an army of saints armed with her prayers.
Wake the angels
Tell them that she's not scared
She won't be taking the next flight out of here.
This is only a test, she said,
Broadcasting from hospital beds.

With a relic in her right hand,
She rushes to the front line,
Stricken by the wounds across her chest
The angels swear she's blessed with this medical test
That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for
We die for,
I know that she's bound for.
And with a subtle wink and a mother's instinct.
She whispered,
She whispered...

The angels dressed for the wake
But she sent them home.
With a handful of bullet shells.

Wake all the children from their slumber
Before they wonder
Why the dreams have gone to hell

Wake all the children from their sleep
Down the staircase we shall creep
To the basement of this white picket home

Let's show them where the bad ones go
For all they know
For all they know
Their heroes are still untouchable
What they don't know
What they don't know

All the preachers and all the ministers
Administer those sinister looks
They teach from a liars cherub
A pulpit mounted on a child's prayer

You'll find the cross only fits,
When your hands and feet are nailed to it.
"Can we get a picture with the pauper,
And another with the prince?"
Ma'am, He's got your daughter wrapped in his fist.

To the boys and girls,
He's alabaster,
But to his brothers, just another bastard.
With a story about a girl; enough to make you sick,
And how she made him king of her gracious hips,
She's found a way to crown his fingertips.

Let's show them where the bad ones go.
Another case of a sheep bearing a broken nose.
Let's show them where the bad ones go.
Color you criminal, paint black lines on your bones.

Wake all the children from their sleep
He's robbing pillow-cased dreams and selling cheap.
What lives below? He wouldn't know.
So let's tell them where the bad ones go...

You curse the tail between your legs;
Blue faced and black jawed,
Your innocent eyes rotted from your bedroom in the night.
A lesson from the learned:
If your skin won't fit,
Don't seal your soul just yet.

If the herd is the temptation that the faithless can't evade,
"We ate all forbidden grapes and retreated to the vineyard,
To the void in which we dwell
With a tortured youth and heartaches we'll sell
I'll be the blood and body if you'll ring that bell."

You'll go down in history
With notebooks, pens, and melodies.
But you're running from all of us.
You're running from all of us.
You're running from all your love.

Dear Miss White,

Put down this night
You wouldn't believe how much it snows

In the summer heat,
With red iron feet,
You'll be nursing a bloody nose!

Princess, rest
We'll talk in our sleep,
But I wouldn't dare to sit too close

I can't be your prince,
Though your secrets are safe,
I am the mirror who can't let go

With hair as black as night
Her skin, a dead, pearly white
And blood red, on the bathroom wall...

With every breath
And every intake,
Tip toe further away

Further away from this mistake -
I'm no savior, I'm no saint, saint!

(That's not what you needed anyway)

All the cold that you caught,
The bones that you've bought,
The blood that you've lost...

You built your body in the coffin where you sleep

Let this apartment breathe,
'Cause it's what it needs
I'm suffocating the clock to keep you
I think like a saint,
But swing like a thief,
And inadvertently leading you
To believe I'm your prince,
Adorn your bedroom with hints
Take the red from your eyes
And ink it into your skin
Now watch what you say,
'Cause there's nothing gray,
About the color of your sin...

With hair as black as night
Her skin, a dead, pearly white
And blood red, on the bathroom wall...

With every breath
And every intake,
Tip toe further away

Further away from this mistake
I'm no savior, I'm no saint, saint!

(That's not what you needed anyway)

All the cold that you caught,
The bones that you've bought,
The blood that you've lost...

You built your body in the coffin where you sleep

(A fix, just a little bit
Give the girl enough to sleep through this
So, stop staring at the mirror
Before it tells you the truth
Operate operate operate, or it'll kill you too)

With every breath
And every intake,
Tip toe further away

You breathing and bloodshot, tired mistake
I'm no savior, I'm no saint, saint!

(You need to see the pieces you've thrown away)

All the cold that you caught,
The bones that you've bought,
The blood that you've lost...

Keep your body; get the hell away -

From,
Me

I will meet you on the stairs,meet you just below the steeple
You can bring all of the people whom you think you can change.
We'll take the elevator down and thought your flesh is unaffected
You'll tell me just how scared you are to watch the others burn.
Watch the others burn.

And if the alter came to us, I don't believer our eyes would shutter
Tongues knotted as we stutter
Over prayers we'd swore we'd say.
If it was written in that book,
All the answers to the questions
Maybe we'd find the time to read it before we die,
Someday before we die.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead

'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
That you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x3]

We know all there is to know, a carpenter and a magician
Bread and wine, and sins from which we must abstain.
That's what the stories said, they said that sins shall be forgiven.
So count your blessings and wait and take this name in vain.
We've got this all wrong
We must have made a mistake...
If there were holes in our hands, I don't believe,
I don't believe that anything would change.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead
I'll start to worry when I'm dead

'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
That you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x4]

I've never coveted nor killed and I was taught to say Amen.
I've read of bloody hands and incorruptibles.
I'm just hoping for the best...
I can't believe that you could say,
"The answers unlock this gate..."
'Cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
You'd still be wishing you were blessed.

I'll start to worry when I'm dead [x4]

'Cause we might as well be blind
If seeing is believing
This parable's misleading
You've got your shotgun loaded with excuses
That you'll fire in vain.
But those 12 rounds just won't do,
There's barely time for pity and all the girls are just too pretty.
I'll start to worry when I'm dead. [x3]

Thanks a lot i've been disadvantaged from the start
He constricted the veins heading straight to my head
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead

I am brain dead thinking strictly in blues and reds
Oh i'm in enough trouble man
Oh man i'm in trouble again
Cause everyones ears are watching me
And i never ever felt that this would be
Anything more then a makeshift personal IV

Cause i fall three times as hard if its for nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as i will ever be
And i feel terribly small when my head works too hard
When you think with your chest theres not a thing that you don't see

I'm hardly capable of half the damage that i would like to do
I could swear that i don't care
But you know that i'm too full of shit to think this through
So look at me
I pray to god but curse too much to be considered true
I'm just like me, i'm just like to me, so who the hell are you?

I'm but a boy just like the rest of these things
And i borrow phrases from dusty faded record sleeves
The story is the same i've just personalized the name
But if it's all you need then i'd be more then happy to confess my steam

Cause i fall three times as hard if its for nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as i will ever be
And i feel terribly small when my head works too hard
When you think with your chest theres not a thing that you don't see

I'm hardly capable of half the damage that i would like to do
I could swear that i don't care
But you know that i'm too full of shit to think this through
So look at me
I pray to god but curse too much to be considered true
I'm just like me, i'm just like to me so, who the hell are you?

I know you think you know but these eyelids are in domes
That shut you out from all the things that i don't want you to know
And i refuse to tell you one single secret i own
Cause you'll find i'm petrified of your eyes

I'm hardly capable of half the damage that i would like to do
I could swear that i don't care
But you know that i'm too full of shit to think this through
So look at me
I read the book i prayed to god but curse too much to be considered true
I'm just like me, i'm just like to me so, who the hell are you?

The road turned into a snake
And looked in my veins and said
It's in your blood
Thats when i tried to run
But it was way too dark
I got scared and ran into your arms

Oh sweet chemical predicament
I can't stop, can't change the evident
Predisposed to forget the best part
A story where the hero dies without regard
Made sure that the needle was clean when i let myself fall asleep
And all i kept was a piece of your picture
It slipped from her fingers when i slid into my dreams

It's not as deep as it seems
And unfair as it may be
I'm just here to remind you
Remind you not to forget to remember me

I know you know how it feels to make a clean break
My bones are your bones
My home is your home
You must be so confused
I got scared and ran away from you
Oh sweet divine predicament
I can't hide i can't change the evident

We disposed the trusted photograph
To portray the way you used to laugh
Do you recall and do you wed
Such a radiant pride
You couldn't wait to see your first born take his very first steps
And you smiled at him cause you thought he looked like me

It's not as deep as it seems
And unfair as it may be
I'm just here to remind you
Remind you not to forget to remember me

Now i've died, you question so much
I don't possess the strength to answer straight
And no, i'm not afraid, at least not to die
I'm afraid to live and not remember why
Sweet chemical indifference
I can't stop, can't change the evident

Predisposed to perpetual sickness
I refuse to let you all be witness
Make sure the needle is clean when you let me go back to sleep
And situate the piece of her picture underneath my fingers
It protects me in my dreams

It's not as deep as it seems
And unfair as it may be
I'm just here to remind you
Remind you not to forget to remember me

You're not supposed to know of this
You're not supposed to feel a thing
But I've seen how they tear you apart
The alcohol, the cutlery
The words that cripple and whispers that sting
Little boys and girls who raised themselves with tenderness and age

She stutter steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn't happened yet
You're worth more than this to me
You're worth more than you can see
I don't care what the book said girl
You didn't die in vain

I found you hanging on their words
From the noose you let them tie round your neck
It took thirteen years from you
But you kept the rest
And the aches and pains and medicine
Mean nothing if you can't feel your skin
Little boys and girls this seems like hell
But you're worth more than you can take

She stutter steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn't happened yet
You're worth more than this to me
You're worth more than you can see
I don't care what the book said girl
You didn't die in vain

I know a girl who shares her name
With a gaurdian
She was a saint, she was a saint

She stutter steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn't happened yet

Cuz I know a girl who shares her name
With a gaurdian
Don't be ashamed, she was a saint

No, there is no Odyssey
There's no Penelope
Just maids and suitors
Please, take this gun from me
And let all the angels see
This intoxicated
No, there is no Odyssey
There's no Penelope
Just maids and suitors
Please, take this gun from me
And let all the angels see
This intoxicated, barely breathing debauchery

With the mass artilery
And they won't consider thee
You're nothing but a cocktail hour with an open bar
And dance floors beggin for your feet
And the maids all ruminate
You're intentions disipate
Twelve rounds for twelve shots at the bar

With the mass artilery
And they won't consider thee
You're nothing but a cocktail hour with an open bar
And dance floors beggin for your feet
And the maids all ruminate
You're intentions disipate
Twelve rounds for twelve shots at the bar
You just had to take