yeah, so my bitch ass is back. Good times. These are all either grind/math-hardcore or brutal, slow doom/emo-core (emo, I know. When I say that I mean A Jealousy Issue and not New Found Glory). Now on to the lyrics.
Pressure Can Either Bust A Pipe Of Make A Diamond
Carry my steak knife
As he spits on your face, slaps your flesh
Bent over crying with a cock in you
Tears pooling wide enough to see your red reflection
I am the exile
Bootfucking his face
After the door comes down
A vigorous race
Other men come to your aid
Men in blue PD uniforms
Removing my foot from the pulp of his head
They're too late, he's fucking dead
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I love how the finer things in life seem just out of reach
Like you, my dear, sitting in your room, staring at the ceiling
On your bed imagining my likeness plastered across the tiles
You just can't seem to let go of him, to move on
Maybe things will turn out better this way
Who the hell am I kidding?
In fantasies I'm all you could ask for
But there's nothing like the real thing
Flight Isn't Always Beautiful
"I see a spotlight ahead"
That's what she always said
As we came to the crossroads
"I feel something's different now
But I can't quite explain how"
As I slammed on my brakes on the road to perfection
Swiped from the side
Romance died
As I learned how to fly
Out the front of a windshield
She cried out my name
Trite, in vain
For she'd already lost me
Eyes fixed in a vacant stare
A look pricless and rare
Extorted shock upon her face
It's ok, Everything's fine
The other driver's, next in line
For her
She knew romance
She knew what I had to give, the card up my sleeve
The bludgeoning essence that makes me bleed
Cheers,
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