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Are You Having Fun?
01:12
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Its not funny
And art doesn't help anymore
Are you having fun?
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Silverface
04:03
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Inside I spill my heart all over you
Outside a painted box I filled with glue
Turn off that silverface stereo
We’re out and off the rails I hope you know
I miss you too
We’re out, I fill my plate so full with food
Sit down at the table far from you
You don’t speak out loud like you used too
I know not who I used to be too
I miss you too
Watch me come and go
I miss you too
I'm leaving now for sure
I miss you too
Get out you hate me because you're (I’m) insecure
Drop out the hate speech but you think you’re pure
Figured out that I’m the one you love to hate
Too loud would you turn it down for me babe
I miss you too
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Mystique
03:16
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There's nothing left for you to see here
Just an old box of bones
The stories all seem to write themselves
There’s no where left for you to go
Very weak
Pray my secrets all to keep
Dig it deep
Camouflage it just enough to be mystique
I wear the clothes that the magazines offer up to me
I play the cards simply because they are as seen on tv
So naive you can speak your own words right through me
So naive all the actors left you staring at a screen
Very weak
Pray my secrets all to keep
Dig it deep
Camouflage it just enough to be mystique
The artist is dead within itself
There’s nothing left being upheld
A turning thought, a dying phase
There’s nothing left to be misplaced
A worn clock set to remind us of all the time we’ve lost
A great escape, finally no more need for face to face
So naive all the actors left you staring at a screen
Camouflage it just enough to be mystique
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4. |
Second Best
02:20
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Second-best is not what you had in mind this time
Heading forth you cut off your hair and you painted your nails felt ambiguous to the core
Huff in
Breath out
Come down
It’s a liberating sound
Sexually vague with no mistakes,
Don’t box me up that way,
It’s okay to not know anyway
Feels unclear
So utterly queer
You don’t gotta adhere
To a constructed image of fear
I’m outstanding
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Magic
02:40
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I watched you run, I watched you fall down
I heard that rumbling tumble sound
I watched you try to act like it ain’t there
But smoke and mirrors, it don't disappear
You cannot just flip off switch
This is not some kind of magic trick
I watched do you hide it deep within yourself
I heard you say you that jumped when you fell
You died your hair from pink to jet black
I watched you paint over all of the cracks
You cannot just flip off switch
This is not some kind of magic trick
It comes harsh in waves and then it goes
The fabric gets too stiff to fold
Dripping words of authors from your lips
Saying that it's insignificant
How can you start burying again
First a million 1 and then a million 10
How can you keep turning your back
I watched you paint over all of the cracks
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Easy
02:57
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I’m scared of the cops
I black out in the daytime
Not from drugs or drinking too much
Just from my mind
I’m feeling alone
I'm missing appointments
Just another disappointment to the friends I know
It’s never going to be easy
It’s never going to make sense
It’s never going to shatter and get put back together again
Until I learn that it’s not easier for anybody else
We’re all the same in that special way where we never want to feel out of place
Just one in a million
Another step on the ladder
Another day to get fatter and repent for my sins
I’m walking down your street
With my head in the clouds
Understanding that someone else lives there now
All the faces change
All the names stay the same
All the fashion and the fads drift away
Until I learn that it’s not easier for anybody else
We’re all the same in that special way where we never want to feel out of place
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7. |
Not Like It Used To Be
02:26
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It’s not like it used to be
it’s not like it used to be
Every day is harder so it seems
I close my eyes to an awful scene
Like a bloated gut that’ll never empty
Like an omission of guilt no one will ever read
There’s no future when there’s no past
It’s nothing to hold onto when nothing less
There’s no cries when there’s no need for help
And there’s no one to blame except myself
I will always feel this way
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Mary
04:40
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Oh Mary would you come to town
If I called you up just to hang around
Do you still walk in even strides
Because the odds are never on your side
Holds a camera around your neck
Because there’s no better time to capture than the present
Do you still walk down the same streets holding your head high
Ignoring the world you live in because that’s not your state of mind
Do you still call out cretins for trying to keep you down
Are still holding the power Mary are you the light in this ghost town
You were always stronger than they wanted you to be
They held you down but you broke free
No time for wasting or apathy
Your eyes were set further than anyone could ever see
I watched them try to fit you in a box that you couldn’t be
To make you a silenced zombie a cog in society
You don’t bow down to anyone or indulge negativity
You looked yourself in the mirror and chose to love who you see
Oh Mary
Oh Mary would you come to town if I called you up just to hang around
Do you still have those razor blades in your eyes that paved the way
For you to be the person you always wanted to be
To be strong to be free
Are you still out there passing everyone who stood in your way
Are you still rolling with the punches because tomorrow is a new day
Are you still believing in the future and believing in better things
Are you still hopeful for new world and what tomorrow brings
Do you still walk down the same streets holding your head high
Ignoring the world you live in because that’s not your state of mind
Are you still believing in the future and believing in better things
Are you still hopeful for new change and what tomorrow brings
Oh Mary
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A day where nothing excites you
Where nothing picks your brain
You sit in a sweat filled shirt
Mistaking sickness for pain
A day where you don't want to go out
But force yourself to
And you talk to strangers in speech
Thats broken and untrue
You don't feel normal but don't know what normal is
You’re tired of being functionally insufficient
Covered in sweat soaked sheets
Dreaming of a perfect life
Where your speech is as clear
as the thoughts in your mind
You’ve never felt like this but
You’re dancing on a shaky line
Never been indecisive
But now thats you all the time
You don't feel normal but don't know what normal is
You’re tired of being functionally insufficient
Dry hands on cracking skin
Four walls slowly closing in
Dry hands whipping off sweating glands
Your roof quickly caving in
You don't feel normal but don't know what normal is
You’re tired of being functionally insufficient
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Alex Beckman Indianapolis, Indiana
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