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Here comes the saving flood
Like a needle rapes my vein
I’m tired to the bones
Of relocating my own mess
I’m fishing for pain in the pond of your love
My soul (flesh) as bait, your heart as a trout
I’m hunting for love in the wood of your fears
I’m losing my dogs towards the tracks of your tears
Born with I.D.’s on our skin
Those birthmarks take control
We are not the ones to pull the strings
Just puppets gasping for air
I’m fishing for pain in the pond of your love
My soul (flesh) as bait, your heart as a trout
I’m hunting for love in the wood of your fears
I’m losing my dogs towards the tracks of your tears
Some find god outside religion
Some found peace through the dope
Some would like to be your mother
Some like to break your jaw
Some want the inquisition back
Some find music in her arms
Some want to start a war
Some only want to scratch their bums
Be sure of this my friend
No matter what they really say
Be sure of this my friend
All of them…They want something from you
Some think their moment is gone
Some agree it will never come
Some are better than their parents
Some will never get over them
Some drink themselves out of the darkness
Some dive in it and are never found again
Some will kill for recognition
Some will even hide their names
Some want to spit over my grave
Some are lying all the time
Some don’t say what they mean
Some don’t mean what they say
I woke up again with the same old script
Under my pillow
3 day stub and the déjà vu of those
Redeemed to repeat themselves
For the sake of a shrinking audience
Ill play the loser once more
Getting paid to be myself
Didn’t look like a bad idea
So I stopped worrying about
What to wear say or drink
(Changed my priorities)
Tease me with the thought of a loving wife
Bring me the head
Of those who spend the night
Writing plots against me
Let me win this time
Happy endings don’t come easy to me
And when they do
I live long enough to regret
Failure looks so rewarding (to our eyes)
But you never made that call
You never wrote that letter
And now you’ll never know; now you’ll never know
Will the carrot ever stop?
Will I ever break the mold?
The orphan sounds of your tired footsteps
The shirts gosh dancing down the hall
Your absence hurt me like a hammer
The wind that never looks back
All the bills return for dinner
I’m not and I don’t want to be
Break into with me, stranger
Some great reward is waiting for us
You are faking, you are faking it
You should show me what you are hiding
We could lose it in the dark
Please, allow me to go wild tonight
Sweet words come to me! Don’t fail me now
I despise what you represent
But I'm under the spell of your smell
What does it take to take you out of bed?
And retain what’s left of the honesty in me
You are faking, you are faking it
I'm aching, I'm faking, I'm proving it
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