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there’s a war that still lives in my body
ended up in a city that’s movie star pretty
freer than ever i brought winter with me
lonely whenever there’s no one to miss me
no one to miss me no one to miss me
i’m afraid i cause you pain
i’m enamored with my fate
adding habits to my days
melting together and fading away
my place as a faceless brute
treat me tender as a bruise
born to use and born to lose
i wanna be just like you
love me in a way i understand
as i risk a desperate ascent
‘cause i don’t know who i am
unless i’m in the depths again
the other year i sank into
this character i play
and i’m not thinking clearly
i was drinking nearly every day
in the jargon of a witness
i was sick with satisfaction
need illusions of transgression
clinging in a senseless fashion
to the image of a past that
never ever ever happened
in the horror of my nightlife
in the agony of passion
[i wanna be like you can’t get enough of me
i wanna be someone worthy of love i mean] x4
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whatever happens (demo)
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she drinks so she can stand to look at herself in the mirror
for just a little while longer as clouds obscure the rueful moon
she leans and learns in uniform
a better way home all the better alone
a path lined with poppies that conquer wherever they grow
the brooklyn streets a familiar haze
controlled demolition is coming in waves
the part of the skeptic is easy to play
she longs for the nights of a looser sleep
she’s looking too close at the labyrinth deep
imprisoned by the company she keeps
whatever happens happens all the time
the siren’s mourning pulse describes
the oddest web that’s being spun
feels like somebody’s reading her mind
a silence about and the threat of a song
the truth can come out but the damage is done
a story is just like a loaded gun
she knows that she hurts and she lets herself rot
to better pretend that she’s something she’s not
she can fuck who she envies, it’s never enough
the moon is sweet strawberry flesh
eyes glow like cigarette ends
she conjures gods of war again
so life can’t get to her just yet
spare her an echo, she looks for a mirror
a little bit broken with soul scabbed over
got a taste for blood and she wants more
it’s all feeling stranger, illusions still hold
the way she sees people is out of control
the turmoil that’s required to conform
whatever happens happens all the time
worried somebody’s reading her mind
the cool kids cultivate a fear of death
it feels like there’s no one left
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villain (demo)
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in the right light in the nighttime i could i could be the villain
seeking bliss i start religions talk to myself i don’t listen
in this timeline in the nightlife i could never be forgiven
no ambition start religions go
sometimes my brain cries out for a bullet
years later i feel worn out, sewn together
nothing softens the spasms of hunger
the things that bring me pleasure narrow down
you taught me everything i know i don’t feel safe around your ghost, so it goes
you taught me everything i fear i don’t feel real without you here, oh no
invincible, invisible your precious ghost will break my fall
i like you just a bit too much
seek heaven but i cannot touch
a joke that gets to have its punchline in the end
i wanted glory and i wanted it fast, my friend
wanted to burn out, be the greatest, yeah
in my head i’m just a child
calling calling calling violent
lyrics in default subtitles
watch the rebels fall in line and
give me something to aspire
easy ways to be somebody
dressed in leather feeling pressure
play the lover in a movie
every day i start all over
killed what could’ve been the other
someone brilliant someone special
someone living just to suffer
in the right light in the nighttime
wishing deeply i was rough and
gnawing hunger, aching lungs i go
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