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Found In The Flood (2005)
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I Don't Keep with Liars Anymore
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If It Starts to Feel, Then we'll just shut it off again.
We wont convince the Jury, we're guilty till we die.
If It starts to sing, reach in remove the sirens, this respirator keeps a
countdown to our cancellation.
If It Starts to Bleed do not adjust the contrast. doctor, deliver us.
Heaven holds no truth for dreamers like you and I.
remember the day they cut our throughts we learned to smile from our necks.
this is the breech of etiquette with wires jutting out from arms.
Ill neve look at you again, if its only a mirror in the end
and if there's no one after us, we'll turn the lights out when we leave.
I'll never look at you again, if its only a mirror, we're guilty till we die
I'll never look
We're guilty till we die.
I'll never look at you, till we die.
siphon the Ivory with the tusk, we're guilty till we die.
we only bleed when knives are drawn.
Vultures pick the meat from the bones. we're guilty till we die.
we only love when the camera's on.
If it starts to feel, then we'll just shut it off again.
we wont convince the Jury. we're guilty till we die.
If it starts to feel, then we'll just shut it off again.
we wont convince the Jury, we're guilty till we die.
do not adjust the contrast, my love our days are numbered.
we'll remain guilty till our hearts give in and pull us under.
we left our corpes on the beach, untouched and slightly out of reach.
we paint the wall's with our dream's.

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I crawled for miles, slit open by a trail of thorns.
I prowled, I prowled for vapid avenue.
slurring every word I wished I said.
Stranded, a nocturnal hell hole.
I have a dread of becoming a martyr.
pry it out. pry it out.
pavement.
spits back when the clock strikes.
I crawled for miles and miles.
take the palms.
save the fright from...
I sprawled protypical creature.
mouthwide on a cobblestone canvas.
time lapse.
rejected donors.
flee from the scene.
blind numb.
on a whiskey slicked highway.
I'm reeling towards a the temptation at hand.
fog lights.
disjointed lightning.
nausceous nausceous,
I'm drooling right on cue.
I'm sleeping in a pew.
It's all a misconstrued,
god damn this night.
Fabricate.
deny.
until the beat makes you sick.
guttershark.
prescribe.
the man is void of reason.
I crawled for miles and miles.
till the palm's called it quit's. yeah.
I crawled for miles and miles.
take the palm's
save the fright from...fear grips me.
drained, pissed, drowned.
you might cut a man just to watch him bleed.
you might cure yourself of this plague.
you might spill your gut's to this blood thirsty crowd.
they might think I'm you.
I'm gonne end up you.
you can't shake it the fear the voice the tremble the bittersweet melody is
deafening
so hide your broken halo from me.

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The sky blistered red, shot's ring overhead.
I'm scaling walls that the soldiers built to muffle out your screams.
The message was dislocated, misconveyed, incinerated.
In the wake of war, just listen for the flood.
The arthritis in us all is choking me out.
It's killing me.
Maybe you could finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood.
Collapse.
This is our last chance.
There's no time for relapse.
Just listen for the flood.
If not us, can I just save you?
Can't you hear the bombs are calling all our old habits their own.
A sniper patiently awaiting me in every catacomb.
Are you scared girl?
Won't you be my assassin?
Hunted down for the last time and carried you home.
The arthritis in us all is choking me out.
It's killing me.
Maybe you could finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood.
Collapse.
This is our last chance.
There's no time for relapse.
Just listen for the flood.
If not us, can I just save you?
Bring on the love 'cause here comes the flood.
Bring on the love 'cause here comes the flood.
We must have been seduced by the calm of the isle as we tied our wrists, our
wrists too tight in the shallow.
Maybe you could finally be the one who reaches in and saves me from the flood.
Collapse.
This is our last chance.
There's no time for relapse now.
Just listen for the flood.

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The rain begins. the tide it pulls.
and it drags me down. keep rolling in.
alone you float.
she wont let go.
and it spins you out.
keep rolling in.
underneath a web of satellites.
concrete structures puncture holes in the sky.
nothing lives here and no one comes here anymore.
redesign me.
I lost your grip.
peeled apart by the owed.
stick beside me on the road.
redesign me.
I Lost my grip.
peeled apart by the owed.
stick beside me on the road.
she winks and glows.
If I could run from this I swear I would take you with me.
But this place has got the best of us again.
and it wont just go away.
we're driving in with our hearts halfmast and there's nothing left to say.
redesign me.
I lost my grip.
peeled apart by the owed.
stick beside me on the road.
redesign me.
I lost my grip.
peeled apary by the owed.

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I've got such a filthy heart sometimes.
when you take me to that place and I never wanna leave.
In the middle of the night.
when everyone is sounds asleep.
where will you be?
you'll be waiting with a gasmask in the dark.
I cant stop myself.
she calls home when im not there so I wont freeze.
I need to learn how to breathe.
when I'm inside you.
Sever the ripcord, sever it.
I drift away, further down.
Inside it gets so fucking cold.
I come to you to feel helpless.
further down.
you know it's hard to free myself and you just keep driving until its over.
until they swallow every last drop of me and you.
I need to learn how to breathe.
further down.
I reach inside.
further down.
I cant hide.
I tried to show you that there's nothing you can take away from me.
nothing you can take away from me.
kill me.
you're such a beautiful liar.
take me to the place where I'm king.
nothing like the way that you wanted.

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Brace yourself for the plight of the born.
as the spotlight strips you bare.
Just a useless act in the play of life.
cast as the role of "The Lover" and I feel slightly misplace in a world that
"Fuck of BE Fucked"
Kill the Lights.
Letch.
one more time and say it like you mean it.
Lush.
one more time and tell it like you feel it.
Lover.
You've got talent but I just dont see it.
Wrap your hook around my neck and get me off get me off get me off your stage.
In every coma-lover's kiss collides with truth.
and every tongue that slips will drip onto your bruise
and I know disguise the lies that you fed me last night
these plots are breeding grounds for nothing but the worse and nothing could be
worse and I know why.
and what do I have left?
the composer just went deaf.
the singer lost his breathe, in the glow of the crowd.
the dancer's on a crutch.
the writer drank to much.
the director lost his touch. In the glow of the crowd.
can you resist the urge to burn the script we wrote?
bring on the flood before we choke.
applause engulfs the room.
we bow into our tombs.
sing me one more line so I can sleep.
this is all you need.

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the air raids at night, are keeping things serene.
the president's men are closing in on me.
and the crosshair grin you hold me in still doest not propose an argument
convincing me to shed the devil's clothes.
electrodes to spine.
tongeuning my wounds clean.
that's when the nightmare stops.
oh yeah I had a dream, I had a dream.
it went - shackled to the lover of another in a chapel so pristine.
baptisted as atheists.
I never felt so clean.
the more I hear dove's cry, the less I want to fly.
the more I hear them crying out...
when does the seizure end?
when does the cyanide kick in?
I'd like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again.
oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me.
and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout in hell.
twilight isnt in the dark on this one you can play me out on the hotel floor.
the more I hear doves cry.
this is where the plot it thickens.
not behind the ribs but below the truth.
you can use your sleuth, cause I'm begging for proof.
when does the seizure end?
when does the cyanide kick in?
I'd like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again.
oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me.
and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout.
no need to run away.
the pig was snuffed and laid.
we say this happening all on the front page.
this is the last time we bet on landmines.
we've got a lot riding on this one.
so save your bullets for the call back.
we've got a lot riding on this one.

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we fall asleep on the runway underneath the neon crucifix.
where they left the light on for us tonight.
fed myself to the sickness and purge myself to the cure.
we watch the nurses pace the cage.
you and I, we're never gonna die.
never gonna die in the white lights.
you and I are never gonna die.
servants suffocate the king.
we've come to take what we dont need.
and build a prison where cathedrals used to be.
we burn every office, Zombies prowl through the school chanting,
"this is ours to love and take apart at will"
here we are right now.
these wires there woven webs, conceal the blueprints from me.
here we are right now.
sometimes we kill the lights.
pretend that we survived.

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hey you, young love. don't let them cut out your tongue.
swallow the key to your heart and smile through your teeth.
hey you, young love. dont let them cut out your tongue.
It's only over when we choose to forgive them.
give me your hand when no one else understand's the day the hostages making
demands.
we gave ourselves.
when there was nobody else.
we found what we were looking for in the summer.
I never begged to be immune.
to love a heart so out of tune.
but I believed you when you told me I was ruined.
and if the sun comes up again.
I'll be waiting for the others to come in.
they'll never take us alive.
and they can never take away what keep's you safe when you're afraid to lose it
all.
just love and nothing more until we love nothing more.
until we love.
het you. young love and all that's left of us.

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I Don't Keep with Liars Anymore

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