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Roy Keane
03:51
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I wake up and tell myself it's okay
The biggest lie I'll tell all day
Strangers look like they've something to say
The looks of pity as we walk separate ways
Am I lazy
Or depressed
Over worried
Or under-prepared
From what comes next
The feeling of nothing from every breath that I take
Nothing feels real
Even flowers seem artificial
And I just can't take
Another thank god it is Friday on my plate
I feel old in young skin
Give it 20 years I'll finally fit in
Am I lazy
Or fucking depressed
Over worried
Or under-prepared
From what comes next
The feeling of nothing from every breath that I take
Give me the answer or help me to cheat
Every question they ask at the peak
Of a spiraling decline
From the confines of my
Precious bubble I have built
I'm trying my best
I've always tried my best
I just come up short
Compared too the rest
I'm trying my best
I've always tried my best
I just come up short compared to the rest
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2. |
Appetite
03:43
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This cold oh this cold
Is dragging for too long
So sniff another sniff
A sound that seems to stick
Is that it is that it
No then roll another spliff
I get high
Just to give myself an appetite
Reconcile the guilt
That crushes every pill that you take
That you take
To help you feel awake
Crack the skull
Make me dull
Make me everything that's wrong
To wrap the guilt from each day
My appetite has gone away
This space oh this space
Is caving in my face
Everything is closing in
Bunged up self loathing misery
If you please if you please
Knock me to my knees
Then build me high
So you can watch me fall
Reconcile the guilt
That crushes every pill that you take
That you take
To help you feel awake
Crack the skull
Make me dull
Make me everything that's wrong
To wrap the guilt from each day
My appetite has gone away
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3. |
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Somewhere underneath
The healthy people breath
Walking on cobbles that
Compliment their healthy feet
Somewhere up above
The skies with mountains of
Nothingness falling down
Into the streets of every town
Don't stay down for too long
There isn't time to spare
I'll save you a seat
You don't belong down there
Looked at my life and cried
Felt something warm inside
Tears will lift the pen
Pluck the thorn from every stem
Our lives were darker then
Tinted by ruling men
Who'd disguise everything
With fabricated fantasies
Don't stay down for too long
There isn't time to spare
I'll save you a seat
You don't belong down there
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4. |
I Wish My Pillow Was You
03:06
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Silent whispers
From every mirror
Stop to listen
To the background
Talk to the screen but
It won't talk back
Every footstep is echoed through the room
The internet is down
(In my town)
The internet is down
(In my town)
There's nothing else to do
I wish my pillow was you
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5. |
Daily Instructions
02:52
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Don't torment your name
Let it go
All your best traits
Are buried
Deep within your skin
Take it in
Soak it in
Recompose each breath
Decompose when dead
Don't hang your neck
Let the rope slack
We can hang out
Somewhere bones are kept intact
Take it in
Soak it in
Recompose each breath
Decompose when dead
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6. |
The Fancy Dress Party
05:33
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Open the door
Get onto the bus
The tedious actions
That define every morning
And if you must
Fill me up with something empty
So life can conform
And lead you down the same path daily
Take two more steps and then
The waves will break your stride
Take two more breaths and then you're
With the tide
I wont take my lunch
When my stomach tells me to
I wait until the point
Where it breaks up the day
'Cause every second that will pass
Is just as insignificant as the last
The same disarray
Is shown at the conclusion of every day
Take two more steps and then
The waves will break your stride
Take two more breaths and then you're
With the tide
I spat on the plate
That I was fed from then it got washed up now I am washed up
Now I eat with my back straight
Believing in no one choking on my tongue words I can't hold back
While you preach all of your beliefs
I'll lay there in silence voices like sirens roaming around my head
All of those bricks that they lay
Keep us in confines with details refined leaving no place left to hide
Take two more steps and then
The waves will break your stride
Take two more breaths and then you're
With the tide
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