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Zero Sum
03:45
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The air is clear, the day is bright.
Panicked faces filled with fright.
The siren wail cuts through the air like the blade of a knife.
Close and lock your cellar door.
Duck and cover on the floor.
Panic comes to use in waves that penetrate our core.
With heavy hands and heavy hearts,
we tore ourselves apart.
Destruction that was mutually assured.
The doomsday clock chimes on.
A pillar of smoke a mile high,
and as the dust blots out the sky
we hold each other tight.
And go quietly into the night.
Every voice cries out as one.
No where to hide, no where to run.
Pleading shadows in the heart of a fiery sun.
What comes next when the day is done,
but tomorrow never comes?
What's the question when the answer is a zero sum?
With heavy hands and heavy hearts,
we tore ourselves apart.
Destruction that was mutually assured.
The doomsday clock chimes on.
A pillar of smoke a mile high,
and as the dust blots out the sky
we hold each other tight.
And go quietly into the night.
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2. |
Bad Luck
02:58
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You're told that come tonight,
All your clover cannot hide
That tomorrow is a Friday,
and the 13th to be exact.
And it's a fact that behind your path there's a black cat that will follow.
And coming with your broken mirror is the sorrow
that comes with being cursed since birth
Don't you know that it won't work?
Because you're bad luck.
Because you're bad luck.
Because you're bad luck.
Because you're bad luck.
I can't help your misfortune,
but you know you can turn riches into ruin.
Tomorrow is a Friday,
and the 13th to be exact.
And it's a fact that every time you throw the salt over your shoulder,
the only person there to catch it is the devil.
And all the ladders you walk under
are bound to blow your cover.
Because you're bad luck.
Because you're bad luck.
Because you're bad luck.
Because you're bad luck.
You're not the first one.
Won't be the last one.
You're not the first one.
Won't be the last one.
I wish I could be spared the fate that I'd
be haunted by you day and night.
A rabbit's foot or a lucky penny.
Wish some good luck would come to me ah yeah.
You're told that come tonight,
All your clover cannot hide
That tomorrow is a Friday,
and the 13th to be exact.
Because you're bad luck.
Because you're bad luck.
Because you're bad luck.
Because you're bad luck.
Don't you know you're bad luck?
Don't you know you're bad luck?
Don't you know you're bad luck?
Don't you know you're bad luck?
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3. |
Back and Forth
04:42
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Silver moonlight floods the grove of trees above the trail.
Ancient branches rake across the sky like twisted yellow nails.
Fog obscures the underbrush. A silent whisper in the wind.
Your scent filling my nostrils, I taste your blood so sweet; I drink it in.
And it's been like this for days, a dark and stifling haze.
Back and forth and back and forth,I'm not sure how much we can take.
I pause to steel my nerves and shudder at your broken words.
This is only everything that you and I deserve.
I close my eyes.
I can't stand the waiting, I could never stand the waiting.
Like a scream into the night,
a love so terrifying burns so bright,
so exquisite.
How did we ever hope we could make it out alive.
Strap me to your table, slice me up part by part.
Then mix and match and sew me back, I am your work of art.
Your silver tongue like lightning as your words course through my veins.
I lurch alive still not quite right, no matter what you changed.
And it's been like this for days, a dark and stifling haze.
Back and forth and back and forth,I'm not sure how much we can take.
I pause to steel my nerves and shudder at your broken words.
This is only everything that you and I deserve.
I close my eyes.
I can't stand the waiting, I could never stand the waiting.
Like a scream into the night,
a love so terrifying burns so bright,
so exquisite.
How did we ever hope we could make it out alive.
I'm not strong enough.
You're not strong enough.
I'm not brave enough.
You're not dumb enough.
I'm not sick enough.
You're not tired enough
to drive that final nail and walk away.
And it's been like this for days, a dark and stifling haze.
Back and forth and back and forth,I'm not sure how much we can take.
I close my eyes.
I can't stand the waiting, I could never stand the waiting.
Like a scream into the night,
a love so terrifying burns so bright,
so exquisite.
How did we ever hope we could make it out alive.
We could make it out alive.
We could make it out alive.
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4. |
Spaceman
03:21
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5-4-3-2 and 1,
the final countdown finally has begun.
No other choice now but to leave.
The air ignites with just a single spark.
The pressure grows and everything gets dark.
Sometimes it's a struggle just to breathe.
And as I drift away, I know you're better off.
There's nothing left for you; nothing to gain from me.
So let it die down low, and we can feel the cold.
Just one more time.
Enlist hope and wishful thinking once again
even though you'll know exactly how it'll end.
Transmissions cut through on the radio.
And things are even worse off then we feared.
And now you've come to terms that the end is near.
Sit hopeless as it all starts to go.
And as I drift away, I know you're better off.
There's nothing left for you; nothing to gain from me.
So let it die down low, and we can feel the cold.
Just one more time.
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Pictures
03:25
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Smile for the camera that you see in front of me.
I know you don't like your picture taken but it's for me.
Because I like taking pictures,
I like taking pictures,
I like taking pictures.
In a moment like this I have trouble remembering,
so take this picture so I don't forget this memory.
Because I like taking pictures,
I like taking pictures,
I like taking pictures.
Well this is like a song, you can just sing along.
And it would be really nice if you could stay over tonight.
You could stay all night long
You could stay all night long
Lookin' at our pictures.
You say that we don't have anything to hold on to
So let me take this picture out so I can remind you.
Because I like taking pictures,
I like taking pictures,
I like taking pictures.
Well this is like a song, you can just sing along.
And it would be really nice if you could stay over tonight.
You could stay all night long
You could stay all night long
Lookin' at our pictures.
You could stay all night long
You could stay all night long
Lookin' at our pictures.
Smile for the camera that you see in front of me.
I know you don't like your picture taken but it's for me.
Because I like taking pictures,
I like taking pictures,
I like taking pictures.
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6. |
Bubblegum
03:13
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You can't really borrow gum, cuz if you chew it, I don't want it back.
You can't go borrow my heart and give me those pieces back like that.
I don't really understand how I'm supposed to be ok.
I can't fill my chest with this broken heart mess
So please just throw it away.
Throw it away.
Oh throw it away!
La-da-da-da Bubblegum!
La-da-da-da Bubblegum!
La-da-da-da Bubblegum!
Oh baby,
You're not my baby.
No you're not.
I loved you once but you didn't give a fuck.
You popped me in your mouth, and then you chewed me up.
You smile when a bubble pops. I guess I'd rather watch it float away.
I can't change your mind and that's just fine,
I hope it's clear when I say:
You sucked anyway.
You sucked anyway!
La-da-da-da Bubblegum!
La-da-da-da Bubblegum!
La-da-da-da Bubblegum!
Oh baby,
You're not my baby.
No you're not.
I loved you once but you didn't give a fuck.
You popped me in your mouth, and then you chewed me up.
La-da-da-da Bubblegum!
La-da-da-da Bubblegum!
La-da-da-da Bubblegum!
Oh baby,
You're not my baby.
No you're not.
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