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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
Lead me around
Nurse my broken wing With all the promises You can never honor I just dont care enough To react to vain attempts Sent only to perpetuate One's selfish little world You wont see what ive become Youll wait and watch and still Youre only let down A violent reaction Struggling only to keep myself alive Now here I stand For nothing no one at all I lead you down Begging to touch you in the cold You give me a reason I will not be the one Through all the nonsense There is a constant You wont see what ive become Youll wait and watch and still Youre only let down Cause this feeling Has dawned the face of you A violent reaction Struggling only to keep myself alive You wont see what ive become Cause this feeling Has dawned the face of you A violent reaction Struggling only to keep myself alive |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
And now with the following collection of...
Im above everything else Saved the ones who shouldn't be Hold on to them all so youll Find yourself away from me Our lost faith strung out on a line My most empathetic dreams of you The sorry excuses on which we dine When all my fears tell me it's true Borrowed dreams of some imagined future All wrapped up inside this borrowed hope Don't manipulate the most Beautiful thing youll ever know To the extent of saving your Ragged torn out sickly show Holding my head above the fold Can't decide which side I want I buried everything so deep in the cold Now I stop inside of the lies I flaunt Borrowed dreams of some imagined future All wrapped up inside this borrowed hope Pull it all away from me Show me all the things I can Never be allowed to see It's all so far away If you must have faith in someone Trust that Ill push you away If you must have faith in someone Trust that Ill push you away WHAT AM I IF? The flies all stick to me. WHAT AM I IF? The maggots live in me. WHAT AM I IF? I'm closet to the stink. WHAT AM I IF? You're all thats real to me. WHAT AM I? Teach me just. show me Break everything. flush it away Teach me just show me The starts already over Break everything and FLUSH IT AWAY! |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
walk with an impure mind
revelations unkind abject dental of the flesh I feel endure and make my mind its never time to start believing everything will all work out bloody knuckles empty cavity swift disposal empty cavity weve blinded ourselves sick to create room for it never arriving when its needed most anticipation burns unquenchable we learn left holding nothing but the will to live bloody knuckles empty cavity swift disposal empty cavity why? [4x] negative takes its toll constant release and hold beware the trust that you instill in me beware the trust that you [2x] beware the trust I instill in me bloody knuckles empty cavity swift disposal empty cavity choke it up choke it back choke it down choke it away |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
My throat is dry when I
(stain it) keep the hate alive (abuse it) your lips are tight when I (to keep it from) cover them with mine (running you) this is a sickness (need it) you cannot conceive (mistreat it) it takes the quiet (its all thats left) to not exceed (breathe in, bleed out) where is your comfort now its on the way out where are your reasons now theyre all worn out My throat is tight when I (pull it) keep the hate alive (push it) your lips are dry when I (tie it up in) cover them with mine (knots and) Its an affliction (lose it) nothing comes to mind (let go of it) Its unstrategic (all to keep it soft and cold) nothing comes to mind (breathe in,bleed out) where is your comfort now its on the way out where are your reasons now theyre all worn out |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
burn the bed
consummated rest the head it just holds us back now still she keeps on looking of course [2x] nows theres nothing I hate as much wet the lips shut your pretty mouth use the kiss tommorrow fails to exist still she keeps on looking of course [2x] now theres nothing I it all surfaces in this light words under my breath taking my time breaking your smile feed the wish let it flourish head for shore let me haunt you still she keeps on looking now theres nothing I hate as much [2x] I will sleep (It all surfaces in this light) throughout the infection fast asleep where nothing can find me words under my breath taking my time breaking your smile everyone goes away I cant even try I watched you slip away |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
pathetic sympathies
left for the bloody at heart everything fades to shit evertyhing tears me apart caustic insecurities surface above the witheld every time I need everything I want aesthetic disguises underlying doubts my direction dies everythings right up in your face everythings right up in front push me against the wall but still you cant make me fall you cant make me fall seperate your mouth scrape away prosthetic misery idiosyncratic pushing me to never hold my breath everythings right up in your face everythings right up in front push me against the wall but still you cant make me fall you cant make me fall seperate your mouth scrape away I dont like you at all! |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
the surface is so cold and worthless
all the things that I have still come from there so paint the windows in front of my face when you know damn well there's no one behind them I wish your body was not so warm to me just so you know and all it was was something beautiful when tides and dreams don't seem so tall at all it's me against the world still I'm losing ground and I'd kill to taste what it must be like cause it's everyone of my empty parts that you fill, now. I wish your body was not so warm to me just so you know and all it was was something beautiful when tides and dreams don't seem so tall at all pause silence another moment dropped off left behind and hanging still you won't see me I can't see you and all it was was something beautiful when tides and dreams don't seem so tall at all |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
follow me now and I will drown you
fill you full of reason no windows Ill take you to the dirty place that I love slipping on messes you made when I hit you makes me more exicitable Ill never get caught [2x] pull it tight Ill see right through it Ill never get caught cradle the difference in front of your fist force it down to bring it back up make them listen one more time wrapping you up in an american flag I fuck you for the glory no complaints from my friends they keep their fucking mouths shut I couldnt care less about the way that you see me soothing I will never be Ill always get shit [2x] for acknowledging pervisity Ill never get caught cradle the difference in front of your fist force it down to bring it back up make them listen one more time never get caught |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
freedom is everything
resolve impossible you prayed for rain ignoring the flood you took me with you to heaven back again bleed to remember that everything ends blind and looking forward I can see the shapes but cant make out the faces still they come in close excuse this ugly shell my gaping holes drip pride a systematic shutdown of diminishing returns NOTHING GETS EASIER GETS! [2X] I held you down on the day of the lord 31 marks like the day I was born I called you beautiful before I knew you watch me destroy it set myself free still so dead and frozen we all survive it restraints brought back for color the most insulting guilt such sweet attractive layers let me remove them all NOTHING GETS EASIER GETS! [2X] bring me home let me down send me back collecting the phases the less I give its easier the more we give its nothing NOTHING GETS NOTHING! [repeat] |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
An overwhelming understanding
Of chaos brings you to your knees Impurities make me the way that I am The dirt in my veins The games on my thoughts The stains on your face They break it apart Motherfucking Pushing the envelope Life sets me off Pushing the envelope Hate gets me off Motherfucking Pushing the envelope Gets me off Pushing the envelope Your face it sets me off Im curled up inside myself so I wont imagine the pictures If I had prosthetic eyes I still Think that Id see the same Satisfy retribution inside Subsequent afternoons turning out seared Bothered by fallacies everyones scared Motherfucking Pushing the envelope Life sets me off Pushing the envelope Hate gets me off Motherfucking Pushing the envelope Gets me off Pushing the envelope Your face it sets me off {2x} Killing myself like a tool in wrong Disquieting changes in direction Just keep on pushing Motherfucker |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
Ive seen it turn from white to red
Ive heard you talk about how you bleed and it doesnt mean shit until I see some action a hint of rose and a mountain of garbage leaves me for dead and nothing drags me from breaking myself breaking myself to try to keep everyone from walking over me smell the burning wreckage of even you all of your perfection lets get inside the bag turn it 180 degrees forget we even met cause it all comes down to this the good ones always leave in the end breaking myself breaking myself to try to keep everyone from walking over me I see the world and it all looks blue I kiss the world and it all tastes true The blurry eyes make me appealing In a normal fashion another 2 or 3 you will become very friendly your liquidation is a siren song you swim I follow Im feeling my head sink so as to reach and touch what hurts me still I try to reach and touch what hurts me |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
stink filled spasms
deep in a colostomy bag I like being trapped inside the plastics wearing out red and perfect her legs spread out in front of me theyre so open they make me sweat its my lubrication recent findings say circumcise the abstinent make it hard for them to breathe I like to make you lie dropped and so ill steeped in my mysogeny my shaking hands are in the skin Ive gone too far too soon you look so seamless now she stared at me thinking I was sweet to it her legs tied apart for me it feels so good inside now Im thinking whos this that lies under me needs a piece of my respect you make me so sick Im crawling broken my face is cringing to see figures drawn inside of me succumb [3x] sickness fittings procured this fascist medium but know Im laughing in your face you lie [3x] you look so seamless now take me take my life |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
No sense of self
To balance it off Preconceived notions of something That everyones gone Will I show up With all that I have to give Would you consider it a gift But that Doesnt matter anyway It doesnt matter anyway It doesnt matter anyway you Liar You're such a Liar On your hands and knees Picking up the broken pieces Liar You're such a Liar On your hands and knees Afraid to turn my head For fear of whats behind me Only one resourse left So dont frown on my surprise Is this all you have? Is that all you know? I swear Ive seen you before But that Doesn't matter anyway It doesn't matter anyway It doesn't matter anyway It doesn't matter anyway you Liar You're such a Liar On your hands and knees Picking up the broken pieces Liar You're such a Liar On your hands and knees Pleasingly (falling apart) Pleasingly (oblivious) Pleasingly (falling apart) Pleasingly (oblivious) You've left with more of the same I cant win You've left with more of the same I cant win You've left with more of the same I cant win You've left with more of the same I cant win You're such a Liar Liar Liar Liar You're such a Liar Liar Liar Liar |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
the trait that is still
left on the killing floor for you that smile as he still itches for killing more of you the taste as he still catches me lasting to it the recoil they still dream of that lasting spit are you shutdown in it shut my eyes only once brought me back up for nothing yet it always seems like I live in the shit I make it bleed I wont ever quit I cause the need lying in my bed telling me your scared of me when Im god of me when Im dead the temptation still passses me lying for it only false reminders still drown myself trying for it only reaching upwards still squashes me under it its only god still seizing my final breath are you shutdown in it shut my eyes only once brought me back up for nothing yet it always seems like Im drawn into it I cant belong such a perfect fit I wont be wrong holding on in vein telling me your scared of me when Im god of me when Im dead I live in the shit I make it bleed I wont ever quit I cause the need lying in my bed telling me your scared of me when Im god of me when Im dead love me when Im god love me when Im dead dead I dont want to be shutdown |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
I can still watch those eyes
crawling over her dress until I could show you everything but I dont have to hear the words cause I already feel your thoughts so it comes as no surprise that all the intent is real all the suspects are right if we stop it all falls down cover my eyes obey my ignorance to purify you Ill only watch you rot without malicious intent your doubt resembles someone else stick the needles in me stick the needles in [3x] if we watch it all come down breathe and let it go dropped and winding fuck your confession fuck your confusion dissolve my insides make it hide crawling on diginity that which you do to me hold on forever the fair day we weather |
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from American Head Charge - The War Of Art (2002)
I know this much
I cant stand me when I become him I know this much I dont feel free when Im repentant tell him this much you dont want him due to extra skin tell him this much you forsake him due to pretension now we have everything we need to come up to where youre pristine we believe tell him this much you cant withstand taking it upright tell him this much you felt dirty because it was tight I know this much that old feeling Im done hanging on I know this much stop pretending what was had is gone now we have everything we need to come up to where you are seen we believe |
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