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dharma drinks with devils in the darkest of deep
disease has got me dripping from the habit of dreams
of dancing with the dirty things we do but don't keep
ourselves from drowning in desires of dissolving seams
we stab away at clocks while we hear our own voices talk
karma kills kids and keeps these coffins clean
can we call it evil can the end create means?
carried over consciousness is kept but not keen
to the confusion and chaos keeping us from being seen
we stab away at clocks and hear our old voices talk
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The weak breeze whispers nothing
The water screams sublime
His feet shift, teeter-totter
Deep breath, stand back, it’s time
Toes untouch the overpass
Soon he’s water bound
Eyes locked shut but peek to see
The view from halfway down
A little wind, a summer sun
A river rich and regal
A flood of fond endorphins
Brings a calm that knows no equal
You’re flying now
You see things much more clear than from the ground
It’s all okay, it would be
Were you not now halfway down
Thrash to break from gravity
What now could slow the drop
All I’d give for toes to touch
The safety back at top
But this is it, the deed is done
Silence drowns the sound
Before I leaped I should’ve seen
The view from halfway down
I really should’ve thought about
The view from halfway down
I wish I could’ve known about
The view from halfway down
-"The View From Halfway Down" - Bojack Horseman
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the call
03:58
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demons lie dormant behind a thin vail of smoke.
as they hear the curtain call from their slumber they awoke
scratching beneath your skin fighting desperately for control
will you let them out will you be able to take hold?
they’ve always been there, kept imprisoned behind your chest.
All they need is the key to unlock the shackles and you know the rest.
demons lie dormant behind a thin vail of smoke.
as they hear the curtain call from their slumber they awoke
scratching beneath your skin fighting desperately for control
will you let them out will you be able to take hold?
they’re ever lurking behind your eyes, watching, waiting for the call.
One second could change everything, a single stumble an eternal fall.
And to fall….
What will it cost at the end of it all?
If you answer the call…
What will it take to regain your control?
demons lie dormant behind a thin vail of smoke.
as they hear the curtain call from their slumber they awoke
scratching beneath your skin fighting desperately for control
will you let them out will you be able to take hold?
They sleep lighter than silence, always ready to return.
A single taste of the past and your whole future will burn.
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everything goes white
02:01
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Two things come together, seven fall apart
The white light is fading, everything goes dark
What do you want now? All hopes have left
Can you tell me how these ghosts have crept
Back in to my life thought id burnt that bridge
Sharp as the old knife I used to call friend
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married to the booze
03:26
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Stop the war my liver yells
Cant take no more my kidneys scream
My organs are protesting me
Running syncopated time my heart cries
My brains so wet its pouring out my eyes
My organs are protesting me
Im married, im married to the booze
Im married, im married to the booze
I really ain’t got shit else to loose
Cos Im married, im married to the booze
No room for you!
That bottle never done played no game
That bottle never done point no blame
That bottle never done told me to change
That bottle never been a microphone
For all my little going on’s
That bottle never done told me to change
Im married, im married to the booze
Im married, im married to the booze
I really ain’t got shit else to loose
Cos Im married, im married to the booze
No room for you!
I love to make her leave but
I hate it when she’s gone
We’ve got a high proof tango going on
Take off that brown paper skirt
you know she don’t last for long
We’ve got a high proof tango going on
Im married, im married to the booze
Im married, im married to the booze
I really ain’t got shit else to loose
Cos Im married, im married to the booze
No room for you!
Stop the war my liver yells
Cant take no more my kidneys scream
My organs are protesting me
Running syncopated time my heart cries
My brains so wet its pouring out my eyes
My organs are protesting me
Im married, im married to the booze
Im married, im married to the booze
I really ain’t got shit else to loose
Cos Im married, im married to the booze
No room for you!
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impasse
02:20
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Chasing the darkness in search of something familiar
Regrets fade with time but the guilt tends to linger
So we drink till we black out to avoid confrontation
With the person we’ve become through inherent isolation
The lusters long since worn out and all pleasure truly faded
Still we feel coerced to swim the stream that leaves us jaded
Creating the very turmoil that we drink to escape
This catch 22 continually loops the same tape
All logic tells us to recommence and the steps are clearly laid
But deep beneath the surface grown a nagging incessant plague
That eradicates our rationale and binds us to our vice
Desperate to escape this cycle but can our mind handle the price?
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no escapism in escape
02:07
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Life gets in the way.
There’s always more for it to take.
I feel it every day,
Everything was made to break.
It never gets easier, and it never seems to end.
The stress keeps cracking me up and sinking in
To tired of the way that the world beats me down
There’s no hope in sight when every time I turn around
Life gets in the way.
There’s so much at stake.
No matter what I do or say.
All we have left is what we make.
It never gets easier, and it never seems to end.
The stress keeps cracking me up and sinking in
So exhausted by the weight hanging on my shoulders
I can feel the pressure wither my soul as I grow older.
Life gets in the way.
There’s no escapism in this escape
(there's no escaping from this escape)
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this time i got it wrong
02:39
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I sold my soul for nickels and dimes
And a ride to Mississippi where I learned how to die
With my conscious, also known as my enemy
I made sure to bury my past
Deep down in the ocean of the tall dead grass
Only to return when I meet my end again
Here they come…
Here I come…
Chasing circles in my black hole mind
Only finding broken clocks I must have run out of time
The beginning looks so a lot like the end again
There I go rambling on a bench
Trying to fix the world with a broken wrench
Only to discover it’s already as good as it gets
Here they come…
Here I come…
Here they come…
Here I come and I said…
-Written by Troy Clark
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9. |
fabricating the fraud
03:14
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The days drag on far too long
while the night seems to be cut short
Regrets are close now to gone
desire to endure sobriety aborts
From the outside it seems improvement
but there is corrosion beneath the façade
It’s the progress I’ve grown to resent
knowing I’ve become a genuine fraud
So we study their faces and tone
and react as close as we can manage
To express is as good as to emote
as long as it prevents further damage
And the truth can reside in oblivion
just as it had for so many prior years
Manipulating the crowds perception
with fabricated smiles, laughter and tears
It’s the stillness of movement that torments
It’s the light of the darkness that attracts
It’s the love in the hatred for boredom
That leaves us questioning all the facts
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remnants of a ghost
02:58
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I can feel the remnants of the iterations I left behind
I can taste the words on every tongue that I let speak blind
The regret burns deep but the memories burned deeper.
There’s nothing to do but sleep and hope the nightmares end quicker
I can feel the remnants of the iterations I left behind
I can taste the words on every tongue that I let speak blind
The regret burns deep but the memories burned deeper.
There’s nothing to do but sleep and hope the nightmares end quicker
The regret burns deep but the memories burned deeper.
There’s nothing to do but sleep and hope the nightmares end quicker
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