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Terminal 64
04:08
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I packed my clothes
With a couple of ghosts
Grey skies awaiting
Behind metal doors
And I have no say if I want to stay
But going this speed
I forgot I'm wasting away
I've got blisters
And handfuls of hair
Eyes looking bruised
I hope they, I hope they don't stare
And I have no say if I want to stay
But going this speed
I forgot I'm wasting away
Waving goodbye to the world outside
Filling my lungs for the last time
Strangers creeping around my bed
Do they know I'm almost dead?
I packed my clothes
With a couple of ghosts
Grey skies awaiting
Behind metal doors
And I have no say if I want to stay
But going this speed
I forgot I'm wasting away
Everyone's got time
I just want one more day
Terminal 64, thanks for leading the way
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2. |
Christina
03:53
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You're a ticking time bomb, Christina
With hands of daisies the mind of a dreamer
Starving yourself has become second-nature
Your once ripened words have lost their flavor
The fire in your eyes is starting to burn out
Keep your feelings trapped behind that porcelain mouth
Cold hands and adrenaline, falling from heights
Taking every chance to risk your life
You're a ticking time bomb, Christina
You're a ticking time bomb, Christina
With hands of daisies the mind of a dreamer
Starving yourself has become second-nature
Your once ripened words have lost their flavor
Fade into the background
Disappear without a sound
You'll leave me empty
Unintentionally
You're a ticking time bomb, Christina
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3. |
Birthing Addicts
03:13
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Pupils begin to observe
Watching the waste on this earth
Mamas don't love their kids like they used to
Let them smoke their herbs
Nails bitten to the nub
Palms at a fire as they rub
Soup never reaches it's boil
Dinner ain't the only thing they spoil
Let the maggots and worms
Infest your brain
Got that memory of all timer's begin
Let that hell of a drug emerge in your veins
And I will claim that I love
And I am the one who birthed you
Skin turned down to the bone
Freckles fall off as they're told
You realize soon your identity changes
No longer the person you were
No longer the person you adore
Let the maggots and worms
Invest your brains
Got your memory of all timer's begin
Let that hell of a drug emerge in your veins
And I will claim that I love you
And I am the one who birthed you
Thank you mama
For all you've done
Gave me cancer
And thick black lungs
Left me rottin'
On the street
Rather shoot up
Than have food to eat
Let the maggots and worms
Invest your brains
Got your memory of all timer's begin
Let that hell of a drug emerge in your veins
And I will claim that I love you
And I am the one who birthed you
Mamas don't love their kids like they used to
Let them smoke their herbs
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4. |
Valley Of Ashes
03:12
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There's a place I know of, dear
Where the sun don't shine
Weathered faces hide behind
The blackened sky
Eyes of God
Let us rot
In a dusty grave
We can't be saved
Ashes seep into skin and bone
Leaving us with hearts of stone
Eyes of God
Let us rot
In a dusty grave
We can't be saved
The rich get richer
The poor get poorer
Live in wastelands
Just to earn a dollar
Eyes of God
Let us rot
In a dusty grave
We can't be saved
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