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"Hi, this is John. I'm not home at the moment, but your phone call is important to me. Please leave your name, and the time you have called, and I will return your call to you upon returning home. Thank you."
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Nobody Stays The Same
03:29
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I love to hate all those moments
No condolences to the fact
I couldn't catch my breath
Until you'd walk past
How are you today?
Your vacant eyes scream down the hall
I never say anything at all
Remember when we'd pass the time counting the scars?
I'll catch up to you before this gets too far
This house is empty
Pour the gasoline
Burn the carpets and dirty sheets
Everybody has to change someday
Because nobody stays the same
I never really was one for talking
About those stalking complications
We used to have
Well, up until the end
You know I'll never forget
Those late night drives in my sedan
Damn the mix tapes that we made
When we weren't friends
Remember when we used to sit and watch the stars?
And I would hold you closely in abandoned parking lots?
This house is empty
Pour the gasoline
Burn the carpets and dirty sheets
Everybody has to change someday
Because nobody stays the same
Are you?
Are you?
Is there anyone?
Anyone at all?
This house is empty
Pour the gasoline
Burn the carpets and dirty sheets
Everybody has to change someday
Because nobody stays the same
Because nobody stays the same [2x]
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Suicide Drink
02:43
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You've been falling off the deep end
Drowning sorrows with your best friends
When everything and nothing makes sense
You pour a glass of your favorite drink
Abandon ship before it starts to sink
Another victim of the doublethink
We've been here for so long
But everything feels wrong
I guess we'll play along
Even if it kills us
Take a sip from the plague pitcher
This cocktail is a sweet kisser
Let it sink into every fissure
The government is debilitating
Country's on the verge of detonating
Who knew democracy could be so draining?
We've been here for so long
And it's been long enough
We should pack all of our stuff
And get the hell out of here
We've been here for so long
But everything feels wrong
I guess we'll play along
Until the job is done
Then when we've had enough
We'll pack all of our stuff
Say goodbye to those we loved
And get the hell out of here
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What Does It Matter
04:44
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I fall asleep on the floor
Over my lips the poison slips to my core
No, I don't care what you say
Don't yell at me to put the whiskey away
Life seems so bright as a child
But fades to shades of black and white, so reviled
I'll lock myself in my room
Drink myself dumb, listening to "Pictures of You"
It helps me cope for
Feeling like I don't matter
I'm a dirt covered window, shattered
I've done a lot of laughing
But I don't recall feeling happy
I've been looking within
The deepest recesses of my bones and skin
I'm scared of what I might find
Under the chains and locks and ties that all bind
I'm not quite sure what feels worse
This sinking feeling that I might just be cursed
Or that whatever I try
These nihilistic feelings stick in my mind
I'm getting sick of
Feeling like I don't matter
I'm a dirt covered window, shattered
I've done a lot of laughing
But I don't recall feeling happy
Though my words may be slurred
And my vision is blurred
You know I'll always return
Home to the sick and absurd
Where I feel like I don't matter
I'm a dirt covered window, shattered
I've done a lot of laughing
But I don't recall feeling happy
I feel like nothing matters
Been searching the dark for the answers
All that I find is stillness
The truth is that I feel useless
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Animatic Depressive
04:06
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We are animatic depressive human beings
Slaves to consciousness and to anxiety
Smiling one moment but that changes like the weather
Lost and lonely, but we're more alone together
To think that I used to call you up every Friday night
Cause I wanted to feel as if I was never alive
We are problematic, never seem to be clicking
Putting on an act, affecting healthy living
Lovers one moment, the next we're like perfect strangers
Broken records spinning in your CD changer
I won't say I would've ended up just like Cobain
No, more like I'd be going the route of Ernest Hemingway
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Metafysikí
01:42
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If Your God
03:49
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I've been trying to forget
All of the epaulettes
Adorned by high school chaplains
Who simply use them for their fashion
I'm tired of all the rhetoric
You know it makes me sick
I don't know how long I've got
Before I'm in that burial plot
If your God is watching over me
She seems to be shirking her responsibilities
You think you know me but you don't
You're all so overblown
I'm not like I was before
I've grown a lot since '94
Went to your pricey private school
Don't tell me what to do
You can't call me atheistic
Because of my love for metaphysics
If your God is watching over me
She seems to be shirking her responsibilities
If your God is watching over me
Please tell her that I don't need her sympathy
If your God [2x]
If your God is watching over me
She seems to be shirking her responsibilities
If your God is watching over me
Please tell her that I don't need your sympathy [2x]
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Like Challenger
04:20
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Houston, are you listening?
I'm sorry that I wasn't ready
I can't pull myself together
Break apart just like Challenger
Every night I dream
That everyone I love leaves me
As I drift into the great unknown
Every tear that falls
I wonder if they care at all
I'm afraid that I will die alone
I am failure by design
Shrapnel falling from the sky
Fractured, I am nothing special
Disintegrate over Cape Canaveral
Every night I dream
That everyone I love leaves me
As I drift into the great unknown
Every tear that falls
I wonder if they care at all
I'm afraid that I will die alone
I am failure by design
Shrapnel falling from the sky
I can't pull myself together
Break apart just like Challenger
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Colder Now
05:29
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This paranoia keeps me wide awake at night
These days, I find it hard to keep my head on straight
And I'm not sure that I can fake a smile anymore
My biggest fear's that all the years, blood, sweat, and tears, they don't mean anything
I tried my best, but I confess that I'm a mess and life is killing me
I'm too far gone
I'm just a fragment of the man that I once was
Locked inside a prison of my own design
I'm giving up
These visions playing in my head seem far too real
This paranoia keeps me wide awake at night
I'm losing ground to all the whispers and the static sound
It hurts my head to know that I'm all alone in this bed
My biggest fear's that all the years, blood, sweat, and tears, they don't mean anything
I tried my best, but I confess that I'm a mess and life is killing me
I'm too far gone
I'm just a fragment of the man that I once was
Locked inside a prison of my own design
I'm giving up
These visions playing in my head seem far too real
This paranoia keeps me wide awake at night
I'm wearing paper thin
I feel like I could drift away
My heart is colder now
Don't think I'll ever be loved again
No I'm not strong enough
It won't be long until I'm gone
I can't go on without
The fire inside, it's slowly burning out
I'm just a fragment of the man that I once was
Locked inside a prison of my own design
I'm giving up
These visions playing in my head seem far too real
This paranoia keeps me wide awake at night [2x]
This paranoia keeps me wide awake at night [2x]
I'm wearing paper thin
I feel like I could drift away
My heart is colder now
Don't think I'll ever be loved again
No I'm not strong enough
It won't be long until I'm gone
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Rotting away just like a jack-o-lantern out in July
I made a spark, I was alive, but then the candle died
Watching strangers in the street
Dressed in faces they'll never be
You know it used to mean so much to me
Turning to gray like a rose in a garden
Left by myself in a barren apartment
A broken down car on the side of the road
Look at this empty house that once was our home
I know you wouldn't believe a word if these walls could speak
Or trust the skeletons in my closet on Halloween
Turning to gray like a rose in a garden
Left by myself in a barren apartment
A broken down car on the side of the road
Look at this empty house that once was our home
All on my own on a treacherous mountain
With nothing more than my reckless abandon
I look to the stars when I feel alone
I see this empty house that once was our home
Hello?
Is there anyone?
Hello?
Will you come home?
(No room for confrontation, no time for conversation. Forget this sweet sensation, just watch this degradation) [4x]
Won't you come home?
"Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.
I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.
I know this house isn't haunted, and I wish it were, I do;
For it wouldn't be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.
This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,
And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;
But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.
If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.
Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.
But there's nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone
For the lack of something within it that it has never known.
But a house that has done what a house should do, a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.
So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart."
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