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Drama King - Remastered
03:27
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Fire on the Water
03:47
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Do you wanna get to heaven?
Do you wanna save your soul?
You’re a perfect little angel;
how could you do anyone so wrong?
A hero’s way to salvation,
always trusted a just cause.
Do you know just how we got here?
That’s something I don’t understand.
You’re the devil in disguise
with those little white lies.
Wind in the seas. Fire on the water.
It takes miles to get to heaven.
Start the prayer position now.
We have struck the eleventh hour;
do we have a plan now?
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4. |
No Sign of Turning Back
02:51
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Hey you, do you know where I'm going?
Is there more to this life than what is showing?
The space between you and me
is a testament to my heart and my dreams.
Goodnight, my darling
Hope love is treating you well
Goodbye, I'll see you for the last time again
Hey you, walking towards me
Are you just a face in the crowd holding the key?
Lookin' on the brighter side
Break away the rolling tides that sweep me away
The stars are in motion
The train is on the tracks
It's all aligned
No sign of turning back
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Riddle
04:17
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I figured out your riddle too soon. Far too soon for a confrontation.
Cued the cassette to “Andy’s Chest”; Lou Reed’s voice, making me braindead.
Braindead, in your bed…what you said was in the ear and out the other.
No, I won’t do another…because I can’t find another.
I figured it out, I figured out your riddle.
I figured it out. I figured out your riddle.
Now I’m stuck in the middle of myself again.
It’s what I gotta do to be…
You gave me precise directions
how to sacrifice myself and everyone else.
Your secret exaggerations;
your silent treatment broke my eardrums.
Hercules in your bed--a jealous dream (in one end and out the other)
No, I won’t do another; my mind’s a jealous army, and no one is spared.
I figured it out, figured out your riddle I figured it out, I figured out your riddle.
Now I’m stuck in the middle of myself again. It’s what I gotta do to be
“Saved”.
(I figured it out) I guess I gotta be
Saved (I figured it out) I guess I gotta be
Saved (I figured it out) I guess I gotta be
Safe and sane or safely insane.
The wickedest thought is always appeased
By the biggest lie guaranteed to please
Used past the expiration date
Hearing your voice makes me braindead
Braindead in your bed
I thought I was past what would be your future
A yoyo, you walked the dog
Threw me a bone and watched me roll over.
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6. |
Y Do I
02:07
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If there’s a lucid thought,
don’t you wanna think it?
If there’s a nick of time,
don’t you wanna beat it?
If there’s and “if”,
don’t you want to be “then?
If there’s a beginning,
is there always an end?
Is there a time where
“yes” is “no”?
No.
YdoIYdoIYdoIkeep hanging on
YdoIYdoIYdoI,
to a weak that’s strong?
YdoIYdoIYdoIkeep hanging
On and on and on and on and on…
If there’s a trigger safety,
don’t you want a release?
If there’s a safety word,
can it ever, ever be peace?
If there’s attack,
can you counter-attack?
Is there a reason to get you back?
Is there a reason to take it back,
Back to the beginning,
begin of the end?
Kick ‘em when they’re down now.
Kick ‘em when they’re down
(why are they down?)
Kick ‘em when they’re down now.
I’m down.
I’m down. Kick me now, I’m down!
YdoIYdoIYdoIkeep hanging on
YdoIYdoIYdoI, to a weak that’s strong?
YdoIYdoIYdoIkeep hanging
Maybe it’s me, maybe it’s me, it’s me, yeah!
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Quagmire
05:17
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Day, time, clocks, and seasons
Another opportunity to cause treason
I’m blamed some more for events, deformed
Into this quagmire, I am born
I could use something somewhat appeasing
To shake me of this foundation of treason
I could use something somewhat appeasing
A way to let loose, pick a reason
Raincloud declaration
I am on vacation
Seeing the spots form to something that’s well worn
Into this moment I am born
Faces, mouths of denial
Conquer my space, so vile
They linger on and on, while all the while
I sit and wonder, “Should I beguile them?”
They could use something somewhat appeasing
To shake them of this foundation of treason
They could use something somewhat appeasing
A way to let loose, pick a reason
Catapult me out of this quagmire
Catapult them out of their quagmire
Time’s sound when the last word drops
And your fingers fidget while your mouth is the clock
It’s like a train wreck, so adored
And when it passes, it will be ignored
Our tempers are so admired
When we are in a quagmire
Cretins spitting words of fire
I just wanna be admired
Take me to an open door
To shout it out a little more
Let…the….rain pour……
I could use something somewhat appeasing
To shake me of this foundation of treason
I could use something somewhat appeasing
A way to let loose
Let…the….rain pour……
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8. |
Skin Machinery
05:47
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Drive me out
cemetery, night
Twelve-thirty sky
Unbound exchange
Anywhere…Anywhere…Anywhere….Anywhere
Patience, torched
Dripped in wax
Unwatched time
Sin-blurred skin
Anywhere…Anywhere…Anywhere….Anywhere
Suck me in
Skin Machinery
Spit me out
Skin Machinery
Patient movement dance
Eyes swallow whole
Clutch, explosion, wheel
Deliver me home
Anywhere…Anywhere…Anywhere….Anywhere
Suck me in
Skin Machinery
Spit me out
Skin Machinery
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