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done with nothing at all
03:08
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i think i'm through with these thrills, unlabeled bottles of pills
i'm done with all of these thrills, ok
my behavior is a shame, don't we both like me this way?
but now it's time for a change, i'm done -- with nothing at all
done with nothing at all
i punch the wall, break my hand, run my phone gigs over plan
it's time to quote "be a man", it's time
to realize i want more than all my neighbors afford
i'm done with not keeping score, i'm done -- with nothing at all
done with nothing at all
and in the morning i'll get up and i'll find something to do
get on xanax, plan my exit out of bed before noon
it's just that everytime i find out you have somewhere to be
i'm hoping somehow some day that something will somewhat be me
done with nothing at all.
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god won't find you here
03:27
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i place my doubts in the moon, in the sun, anything that orbits us
you tell me every sinner's got a future, but i'm stuck in the past because
maybe if i sin enough, i can get him to show up
god won't find you, god won't find you here
why must i destroy myself to find out if there's a hell
god won't find you, god won't find you here
all these things i stole from thee, hide them offshore, overseas
god won't find you, god won't find you here
a million people come up short when you swore to fix the herd
god won't find you, god won't find you here
if it's an eye for an eye, then the blind lead the blind, you'll fall apart
the water tastes funny now, i wonder how it'll come to stop my beating heart
chorus
maybe i'll open a vein just to finally join the ranks
god won't find you, god won't find you here
all this blood could fill a room but surely none of it's on you!
god won't find you, god won't find you here!!
chorus
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white walls
03:56
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the cup has overflown and stained all of your white walls
and now i have to reconcile that all of this is my fault
it's got you by the wrist, the trap i love to fall for
and now i'm not alone -- but now you feel farther
i'm getting used to less, i'm kneeling at your altar
i'll hold on to your wrist, i'll clean all of your white walls.
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prone to self-destruction, i prefer to use my slipping time
with all of my broken repetitions, all my broken thoughts and failed crimes
all the pain i've known i have taught myself
prone to self-destruction, prone to broken thoughts and failed crimes
angels sing a song of restitution, why don't i feel like i can trust them?
and you never offer resolution -- you're my patron saint of self-destruction!
repetition leading to pollution, i can feel the filth on my skin again
but you never offer a solution -- you're my patron saint of self-destruction!
i don't need permission, i don't want your gifts or need your time
everytime they're paired with the conditions of a patron saint that isn't mine
waiting for the fall, is it time?
prone to self-destruction, prone to broken thoughts and failed crimes
chorus
out of purpose, out of season
men have fell for lesser reasons
i just need to put my faith in
my patron saint of self-destruction
the pain i have known is all my own.
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