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THe CaNaRY -iNTRo-
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SeLF DeSTRuCTiVe THeRaPY
02:30
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the taste of the dirt in my mouth gets sweeter every day
and the blood on my hands stains my soul it just wont wash away
stubborn and blighted, im just set in my ways
these methods are tried and true so just let me decay
reflections need no introduction, my therapy is self destruction,Now I'm numb to my affliction, life's always stranger than fiction,as i wake i feel this tension, a need to taste the ammunition, nothing testing my conviction, shot for shot with no restriction,
Whiskey pills, it's not for thrills, pour my cup until it spills, chug that shit til I got chills, pop a xan and pray it kills
one more for the reaper
this self destructive therapy just isnt working out for me
this self destructive therapy just isnt working out for me
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once upon a night in jersey
everything felt so absurdly right
not a care in sight
so i thought i might sit tight for the night
i knew soon this calm would leave me
feelings that you had decieved me
my home flooded, denvers burning
my world stopped and yours kept turning
called it pain and lessons learning
lies, my fucking stomachs churning
but once upon this night in jersey
everything felt so absurdly wrong
i wasnt there long but you wrote songs
like i was already dead and gone
sweetie, you succubus
plague to the rest of us
drown in your avarice
sing for a dead chorus
youre cancerous
you virus
shameless and blameless
sweet damsel in distress
but youll never progress
petty fucking princess
i restitch some wounds every day
i learned some pains dont go away
it hurts, i cry, it passes by
returns, it burns, i pray to die,
i cant hold on but i try
ambien and jack comforted me
id fade to black and fall asleep
because you left a hole that nothing could fill
then i fell in love with whiskey and pills
and you tore up my art when i spilled my guts
killed me each day with one thousand cuts
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iT'S aNaRCHY, SWeeTie
03:06
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THe CaNaRY CoNCeRTo
02:42
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im ready to bury this memory
but it feels like you left with the best of me
all thats left is my art and this misery
quite like these paintings ill hang in a gallery
im whole and i need you to tear me apart
we crumble and fray but i still call it art
chipping this marble to pebbles and dust
a statue of cracks designed with disgust
you were canvas so pure that i ruined with paint
and im carving this altar like you were a saint
now im ready to bury this memory
but it feels like you left with the best of me
all thats left is my art and this misery
quite like these paintings ill hang in a gallery
youre rusted like iron, i thought you were ivory
stanzas of prose but i thought you were poetry
that was the irony, you were a symphony
i had no harmony and i was just company
theres no comfort
no solace
no feeling left but malice
now im ready to bury these memories
and ive come to find theres nothing left of me
im a shadow of a shell writing poetry
drowning myself in this anxiety
theres no comfort
no solace
no feeling left but malice
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i hope you see me in your nightmares because i see you
these nights are never peaceful but i get through
so send my regards to hell
in this grave i will dwell
until your touch rots off and im free of this spell
ive learned you cant overthink every little detail
you cant make a hammer fall in love with a nail
sink that ship and start sewing new sails
you can only rebuild when all else fails
just breathe
breathe, breathe, breathe
just breathe
i cant sleep at night anymore so
sometimes i dig up these bones
to kiss your skull and feel less alone
but i still remind myself to breathe
just breathe
just breathe
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THe CaNaRY CaPPRiCio
01:18
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STaRDuST aND SPaCe JuNK
02:12
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CaLL Me SNoWFLaKe
04:05
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i fell asleep in the belly of the beast
lied and decayed 20 years at least
i had a dream my eyes had never seen
the people were freed
of tyranny and greed
they slaughtered the bankers
and started to feed
sifted the soil and planted the seed
of a new world soaked in the blood of gods
cities of corpses without laws
fallen to the martyrs dressed in gauze
faces scarred from knives and claws
children dead in their mothers arms
poisoned rivers and burnt down farms
amen to famine
we let it all happen
this nuclear world is the end of us all
dance with pestilence, step on her toes
die in silence and feed all the crows
this worlds decaying and everyone knows
im trying to hide my distain but it shows
there are no gods on a dead planet
there are no laws on a dead planet
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CaNaRY iN THe CoaLMiNe
03:20
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this path of self destruction is all that i know
and if i left it where would i go?
of these kingdoms ive burned i am never concerned
that the ghosts of my past would ever return
but my conscience whispers that the ashes and embers
will rot my soul and stain it black
i've gone too far to turn back
bury me where the gods all drown
and splatter my blood across the crown
i pray my freedom wont be called a crime
i pray i wont be cut down in my prime
i pray im not just wasting all my time
i pray im not one more canary in this worlds coal mine
i've gone too far to turn back
i've gone too far to turn back
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THe CoaLMiNe
00:55
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