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I feel the fear take hold
Reside in darkness, thrive where most won't go
Adrift, I curse this gift
And hope you'll never know
Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Snapping two by fours
Punching holes in dry wall
Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Chalking up my dead friends
And loved ones long gone
I feel the fear take hold
Reside in darkness, thrive where most won't go
Adrift, I curse my gift
And hope you never know
Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Snapping two by fours
Punching holes in dry wall
Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Thinking 'bout my dead friends
Whose voices ring on
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Don't deny I did you cold
I broke your trust and lied
Controlling, selfish, gossip abound
Cocaine mouth over mind
And I say...
I wash my hands, pull the slivers
No master plan, I deliver
Enigma wrapped in riddle
Your life I belittle
Dignity I'd steal
Now I know how it feels
Stubborn bastard, hard head knocking
We had our good years too
Though apart, you're still in my heart
I'd give anything for you
And I say...
I wash my hands, pull the splinters
No master plan, I deliver
Enigma wrapped in riddle
Your life I belittle
Dignity I'd steal
Now I know how it feels
Often heard, seldom seen
Bargain Basement Howard Hughes
Hermit phase, a woodshed rage
These days headlines are few
And I say...
I wash my hands, pull the splinters
No master plan, I deliver
Enigma wrapped in riddle
Your life I belittle
Dignity I'd steal
Now I know how it feels
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Alabama trailer park they call home
Boy standing at attention in the corner his own
Terrified, scorpion crawling the wall
By the way father, could you please beat me some more?
Anger rising up inside him yet again
Tell me you got a plan
Deaf and blind I'm living with the lepers and
You want to hold my hand
Cold Alaska, hiding, bundled up tight
Stretch aluminum foil 'cross the window at night
Mother crying, calling out up the stairs
By the way father, do you even care that I'm scared?
Chorus
Repeat chorus with "Devil rising up inside him yet again"
Generation three, solitary, alone
By the way father, created hell on my own
Chorus
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Homely, thick in mind, never listen
Worn, tired, siren drawn, tunnel vision
Don't forget this chance only live once
Sprung, hypnotized by light, had to get some
Get it all
She said I forgive you
Don't regret our time
You've got to move on love
Angel eyes
Four years and still I dream
Agonize
Such beauty not since seen
Bow down, piper leading, you were one
Hungry, took the prize, then you got dumb
Don't live out your life like a sad song
Sprung, hypnotized by light, had to get some
Get it all
She said I forgive you
You must too or die
You've got to let me go
Angel eyes
Four years and still I dream
Agonize
Such beauty not since seen
Angel eyes
Your face is all I see
Agonize
Forever haunting me
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There's no out, downside up for good
No light, reflection understood
Had to try, perversion satisfied
Insane...so I indulge the beast awhile
When hurting yourself feels right
And there's nothing familiar in sight
Take the time to pull the weeds choking flowers in your life...
Or seal your doom
Cold transparent blue
Locked inside a room
In solitude
There's no flesh, my own ghost awaits
Unclean, defiled, hallucinatory state
Lust, sloth, not my only sins
It's just how, when it's time, on a degradation trip...yeah
When hurting yourself feels right
Long gone the will to fight
Take the time to pull the weeds choking flowers in your life...
Or seal your doom
Cold transparent blue
Locked inside a room
In solitude
Insanity takes you
So black it's untrue
So black it's untrue
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Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't save
Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't save
You wouldn't leave it alone
Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't save
You couldn't leave it alone
Glass cuts up your hide
Black mark on your soul
Burning up your life
Feed the glass dick jones
Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't tame
You need to be the dog
Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't save
The you that's already gone
Glass cuts up your hide
Black mark on your soul
Burning up your life
Feed the glass dick jones
Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't save
You wouldn't leave it alone
Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't tame
You need to be the dog
Glass cuts up your hide
Black mark on your soul
Burning up your life
Feed the glass dick jones
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Going down a last act scene
Curtain call begin bowing
Self-appointed abuse king
Hellbound, that's my belief
Black eat white, cassette thrill
Whatever come, eat your fill
Choke on bones, flowing stream long stilled
The truth is to some degree we all steal
Hey now
Come 'round
Hellbound
Going way down
Justified, a self-made man
All I do is do what I can
Edges sharpened, blasted sand
Bizarre, devoted fan
Black eat white, cassette thrill
Whatever come, eat your fill
Choke on bones, flowing theme blown will
The truth is to some degree we all steal
Hey now
Come 'round
Hellbound
Going to stay down
Washington, a fish belly rust
Sad chapter read last page first
Black eat white, cassette thrill
Whatever come, eat your fill
Choke on bones, flowing dream now killed
The truth is to some degree we all steal
Yeah...
Hey now
Come 'round
Hellbound
Going way down
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Give it a name, get it out of your home
Out in your backwoods a doghouse you own
Give it a name like a howling blue hound
Chasing your fears man he's hunting you down
Give it a name, get it out of your eye
Come from the dockland got your low hangin' high
Give it a name, though you call yourself saved
She's deep on your bone and it won't go away
Slowly all the roles we act out become our identity
And in the end we are what we pretend to be
Give it a name, get it out of your home
Out in your backwoods a doghouse you own
Give it a name like a howling blue hound
Chasing your fears man he's hunting you down
Give it a name, get it out of your eye
Come from the dockland got your low hangin' high
Give it a name, though you call yourself saved
She's deep on your bone and it won't go away
Slowly all the roles we act out become our identity
And in the end we are what we pretend to be
Separating self from dream, harsh reality
And though it hurts, embrace the truth and from fear be set free
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Day break, wind is blowing strong
No escape, caught on a reef in the storm
Castaway, licking his cracked lips sore
Patient, waits, hoping the rats reach the shore...yeah...yeah
Yesterday, seems a lifetime now
Remembering, those he left and how
Out in space, laughing at all below
Island stage, plays to his thoughts and ego...yeah...yeah
Dusk fall, fading sun, no fire light
Memories amplify his plight
Gathering, searching for shelter above
Feel the sting, choking on hoarded love...yeah...yeah
Thin, cold, tired...castaway
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Copacetic, calm my frenetic, she's the shit y'all
Highly rated, well-educated, she's an angel
She's ambitious, beautiful, delicious, got a restaurant
I can take it, truth stripped me naked, yeah I fucked up...yeah
She was my girl
Used to be my world
I miss my girl
What a fine girl
She put together, says she's doing better since she let go
Repeating dreamer, now and then I see her and we have lunch
Ever playful, hook the jumper cable, give me fresh spark
Sister ringing, old reminder stinging, bridges burned hoss...yeah
She was my girl
Used to be my world
I miss my girl
What a fine girl (Repeat 1x)
She called me up, I guess she pretty stuck, she needed my help
It made me happy, hence the lyric sappy, I still love her...yeah
She was my girl
Used to be my world
I miss my girl
What a fine girl (Repeat 1x)
Such a fine girl
I miss my girl
Used to be my world
She was my girl
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Should I live so long
To see 'em dropping bombs
Hope I have you near
Check out what comes after here...what comes after here
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Don't really care if we live or die
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out and it's no surprise
Let the black odds roll
Why we can't tell
Ball inside
Roll me over is this hell...is this hell?
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Don't really care if we live or die
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out I can't tell you why
No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel
No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Possibly more truth than fable
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out let me say goodbye
No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel
No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Possibly more truth than fable
No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Could it be more truth than fable?
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Caine
Caine
What was your name? Damn glad to meet ya
Never been to your place, but I know it
Twitching embrace, show me the spider
Try to disappear, back crack in the sofa
Caine
Caine
Caine
Slow poison working inside
Descending in shadow, cocoon me then bite
Caine spider give to me pain
Got a caterpillar body and a butterfly brain
Caine
Caine
What day is today? Don't I know you?
19 and bold, bitten in Houston
Out to the car, picked up a spider
Anesthetize your face, loser beside ya
Slow poison working inside
Descending in shadow, cocoon me then bite
Caine spider give to me pain
Got a caterpillar body and a butterfly brain
Spun monkeys on the railroad track
Take me to the caine field
I walk along pick my spiderbite
My old man wonders where I'm at
I'm still a child, guess I keep trying to pay him back
Arrogance stains, threading your silk tomb
Steady she drain, spider digest you
Slow poison working inside
Descending in shadow, cocoon me then bite
Caine spider give to me pain
Got a caterpillar body and a butterfly brain
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Everything you heard I did and maybe then some ok
Does it make you happy and now is it out of the way?
Everything you heard I done and probably then some ok
Does it really matter of course I took it all the way
What more can I say
Locked on--what's the deal?
Faded rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life
Every word you read is true, baby I won't deny
Don't you push me over, I ain't even finished my ride
Every word you read is true and maybe that is a lie
Strap session closing and I'm a-going out of my mind
What more can I say
Locked on--what's the deal?
Falling rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life
Locked on--what's the deal?
Faded rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life
Every song I wrote I meant what I said at the time
Yeah I spent some time looking death right in the eye
Every song I wrote I captured a fragment of time
Dying a little bit makes you appreciate life
Nothing more to say
Locked on--what's the deal?
Faded rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life
Locked on--what's the deal?
Falling rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life
Locked on
Locked on
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All dreams have died, along the way
I coughed up the price, I bought a cage
I've had a hell of a time since I went away
Don't know when I died, or where to lay down
Gone, gone away
Yeah gone, gone away
God knows I've tried, I'm dyed in pain
Strong yet simple drive, the freedom to say
I've had a hell of a time since I went away
Homing on traces of light, that distance fades
Yeah I'm gone, gone away
Yeah I'm gone, gone away
So they say with time, we slowly heal
I caught a flash of your smile, through the fog of a dream
I'll have a hell of a time, I clearly see
I can't be by your side, I'll see you when I sleep
Now you're gone...gone away
Yeah you're gone...gone away
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