1. |
Knightsbridge
03:42
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open air
stairwell
to carry you through
hells routed down
the long way around
to the castle on the boulevard
you scurry through fences
penned in peasants spread out
cross four lanes to the knight's bridge
where crest rides and dirt slides
over the rest
over the rest
over the rest
dirt slides over the rest
come on
dirt slides over the rest
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2. |
Dimes
04:40
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i'm gone
living on borrowed time
got my fingers on vertical blinds
peeking through the slats
living on my knees got me dying on my back
and i ain't never coming back
press my ear to the wall
one more time
and i'm loving it all
propped up inside my hotel room mind
'cause if you've got the dime
then you know i've got the time
shit's hittin' the grind
behind those droppin' blinds
so come on around to the back
i got a mouthful of glitter
and a head full of crime
behind those droppin' blinds
livin'
minutes from inches
looking to score it all
i got that kool-aid pack
so come on back
to that bathroom stall
if you've got the dimes
then you know i've got the time
shit's left behind
behind those droppin' blinds
so come on around to the back
i got a mouthful of glitter
and a head full of crimes
behind those droppin' blinds
those droppin' blinds
if you've got the time
then you know i've got those dimes
behind those droppin' blinds
those droppin' blinds
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3. |
Silverthaw
04:44
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droppin' like bomb shells
all empty inside
all empty inside
hope only comes from inside your lies
from inside your lies
heavens above
falling all over us
gates are waiting for us
and nothing remains
went in strong
but fell asleep crying
while nothing remains
pain and sorrow
on which to dine
memories my only company
shadows of what could never be
gates are waiting for us
gates are waiting for us
the gates are waiting for all of us
heaven is falling all over us
the hate is raining all over all of us
gates are waiting for us
gates are waiting for us
gates are waiting for all of us
they're waiting for us
gates are waiting for us
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4. |
Parquetry Courts
04:42
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stiff as a post
skin as grey as a ghost
with my head full of the machine
got my spindles' turnin'
my tape loop is burnin'
with blank imagery
feel you reaching for me
cast in tragedy
shadows walk along side of me
audio pose
with a video drone
got me trapped in ghosts
my spindles' turnin'
my tape loop is burnin'
gone is that clockwork hurt
with the tale is told
and the truth left cold
and lies shine in gold
all held in
this trash bag skin
all held in
this trash bag skin
this trash bag skin
'cause in the crease
a sweet static
it seeps in at the seams
i can smell your wishes
i can taste your dreams
in the crease
a sweet static
it seeps in at the seams
i can smell your wishes
i can taste your dreams
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