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devil's advocate
04:42
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a glass slipper
is only good for one night
when you're expanding every day now
and something gets in the way now
so you amputate your feelings
when you've run out
of subjects to subjugate now
emotional inflation
show me something I can afford now
show me something I won't get bored of
and when you look into the void
do you see the time that you have destroyed
when you second-guess your mind
for the second time in two seconds' time?
I'd rather feel pain, than emptiness
insane, than prudent
I'd rather feel shame, than negligence
inane, than pertinent
it's all a game...
and I'm playing devil's advocate on my brain
salvation
is like a summer vacation
to a tourist destination;
expensive, underwhelming, and of limited duration
when you've run the
gamut of postulations
on the spectrum of inconclusions
in the repetitive cycle
of illusion and disillusion
and when you look into the mirror
do you shatter the glass
just to try and see clearer?
and when you've broken up your mind
do you feel alive
for a very short time?
I'd rather feel pain, than emptiness
insane, than prudent
I'd rather feel shame, than negligence
inane, than pertinent
it's all a game...
and I'm playing devil's advocate on my brain
there is no silence in this city...
can't see the stars at night
for all the chemicals reflecting light
I'd rather feel pain, than emptiness
insane, than prudent
I'd rather feel shame, than negligence
inane, than pertinent
it's all a game...
and I'm playing devil's advocate on my brain
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2. |
know no other
05:00
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maybe in a year or two I'll figure out what to say to you
but when I have a lot to lose sometimes I feel scared to speak the truth
and when this plane touches down none of my best friends will be around
and if my colors all run dry I'll sit alone and I'll wonder why
do some people have to prove them self to them self?
why are some people not satisfied by things they can control?
it's been...three weeks...I think...soon...I'll be more than making do with what I've got myself into
it's hard to define whether anything's a waste of time
I know, it hurts so bad sometimes but you'll get over it
you'll always get over it
you always knew you were the kind who could turn and leave their whole world behind
even when it's hard to see the light
you'll get over it
you know you'll get over it
no...there is nothing here for me to hold onto
only the vaguest dream I'm following onward
I wouldn't trade this world for any other
...but I know no other...
maybe in another life I'd have a better alibi and
would it be a better life if I never even had to try?
and if the sky opened up tonight and took me for a ride
when we reached the other side would I find me there asking why
do some people have to have all of the attention?
why do some people fail way more times than they would like to mention?
it's been...six weeks...I think...soon...I'll be finished thinking through all the shit I couldn't hold on to
it's hard to deny
maybe everything's a waste of time
oh I know it hurts so bad sometimes but you'll get over it
you'll always get over it
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3. |
la segunda primavera
03:02
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me pregunto si estoy enloqueciéndome
me pregunto constantemente qué hago aquí
casa día pasa el mismo
con el ritmo despacito
cada noche en la galería de mis sueños
cuelgan las penas que no entiendo
ni importa si es lluvia o son lágrimas
ni importa si soy polvo o si soy barro
estoy esperando
la segunda primavera
la primera de mi vida
espero un nuevo amante
y que sea vivificante
mi piel tan dehiscente se romperá igual que mi mente
los frutos de laburar empezarán a madurarse
otra vez
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Emily And Buenos Aires, Argentina
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