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Unloved and Weeded Out (01/28/2002)
01/28/2002
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My faith runs thinner than water for every wish has a name and with every fear there is someone somewhere who loved before, who hoped before. Someone who cried ten thoasand oceans, and someone who bled out the evening in search of you, they carried hope thick in their visions, and they held you deep in their chest. You said this would be nimble and painless, I am sorry that's not what I have found. Devil stay away from me.


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Neck deep we wallow and this floor catches lingering feet
By rope with heartbreak this is our happiest moment of all
We dream of flowers on the razorwire
and wake to the scent of our dead
We're sinking
And all of those times don't matter here
Remember my love
this is for the sinking and the strength of our wings
Be brave and bleed out the day
We left our body for the sky and ended up here
Listen to me, don't let them list your feet
Our love is real


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In the dark of our longest nights, we fall apart
Waiting for our end before it begins, we fall apart


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For words, two minutes, three years
for my fingertips to grow numb
Could this be the moment
when the "finally" becomes the "wish i could"?
Desperation and outstretched memories
now I see you only in bad dreams
I never reset
I only see you in bad dreams
Let me explain
Close enough to feel your words
Far enough to read your flesh


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And I cannot stop shaking because you cannot stop shaking
and these chords they are trembling because your words they are bleeding
And these holes in my hands are for you, just for you
She called out to her maker to now be her savior
My love, these holes in my hands are for you, just for you


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To say that all of those words meant something
would be to say that your petty wars killed everything
And i wonder if we ever had one of those moments
because i cant count the times
I tried to cut away the dead, hoping to grow up again
How much i tried to kill the smiling boy
The burden of falling out of the womb
How much "not enough" i ever recieved
I will solve these dreams before i wake up this time
This loss wighs, it will always weigh


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Just want to cut the cables and let my face fall to the ground
It has been so long since i was two
Expression equals the end
Unleash the dam, I am sorry you must drown
Time to show you who lies within the body of lies
Let them feel the fire within my lungs
I was born of you but i am only me
Engage me, I am locked
Hope is this first sigh of defeat
Undo it, slash and burn me
Help me find my halo in a haystack


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Well worn wings crumble too tired to forgive and too battered to ever forget.
I am the labor, I am this.
I hang as your beloved hex.
I'll bring the nails and fevers of bad dreams.
Nail him. Burden her. Kill you.
Bury them. It's all the same.
Holding your rope. Try to forget me now.
Great leveller the sky tries to forget my name on days like this.


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Falling head over heels for burden and a bright light.
A high cost of playing god I guess.
Please, tell me how to survive in this.
The unforgiving role of seeing too much.
Under the dead wake of morning.
Finding solace in a diseased heart and finding love in acts of desperation.
You're no angel my friend, you're no angel.
And here we are, teetering on the edge of tried departure,
and there you are with a blessing from below.
One drop for every callous ending and one drop for every ungranted wish.
Spare me the day when I discover a new found low.


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For the swarms will come and reap your day dreams of love and hope.
For the fears and blood stained faith are woven through her yeam of war.
And the sadder song of broken wings heard through the battered pavement among this city.
Deafening, it betrays me in the sweetest and of the greatest of dreams.
These moments can't avoid you.
Your tired faith cannot erase you.
Tonight the lonesome sky opens wide.
Forgive me, 2 a.m. my city lights burn bright as day.
Catching the flattering silhouettes of the tired and the damned.
I am tapped clean of respect, and I'm walking waist deep in ruin.
If this is need then I never wanted you.
This is a monument to our everything before our forever comes crashing. I loved you.


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You carry the loyalty of dogs so you shall be led to the slaughter as swine.
It all seemed so real when you whispered, adorned with rose petals and the best of intention.
Bleeding softly. I wonder if he ever felt as warm.
It's late and my ears can't listen and there is no one to life me to my feet.
But I still dream of you twisting and contorting beneath a garbage bag veil.
And this is how it ends. Pretty and black as the soul.
Just for one split instant I want to be the lucky one.
Not to have the pleasure of tasting the salt of my own tears when we kiss.
I've been saving my own soul for years and every instant I have been slaughtered as swine.


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I can tell by the weight of your words that this is over
All the should've but could'ves can no longer be
This is the second death in the exquisite art of forgetting
and i promise this to you i'll burn the devotion clean
Filling every hole in my heart
All of these melancholy moments can sometimes sink
Everything you were is fiction, everything you are is fiction
And if you see me chin down and toungue tied
this is all ihave to offer
I thought i'd never be asking
This is my last laugh in this place of dying
And for you. this is the last goodbye you'll ever here
It's not suppose to end like this


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Awaken from the bliss of sleep
The daybreak haunts you in such a subtle light
I hear them, they tell me these roads we have travelled fork up beyond the bend
Beneath the flutter of desperate wings
they sing a song of reclamation
Where tomorrows hanging horizon
interupts the hum of electrical towers
Here, there are the shallow graves, the shallower romances
and the shallowest of words still to be spoken
and there you are with open ears
Locust reign on your parade


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And the clouds they break above our best intentions
The rain it pours upon our last kiss
Somewhere between the stinging sheets of city rain
and the thunderclap, we see who we are
And this is all I have, this is all we are
The ground shakes with your every smile
And hearts are crushed in an instant
The rain it pours upon our last kiss
Somewhere between the stinging sheets of city rain
and the thunderclap, we see who we are
Three years then four days, and one sentence later
I rise from ruin, this is all I have, this is mine
Today, I rise from ruin


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