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Nothing Left but Nothing
03:37
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Runny makeup on the pillow
Broken bottles on the fourth of July
Quiet whispers in the stairway
Of burnt black memories, an eye for an eye
When there’s nothing left but nothing
And you feel afraid
When there’s nothing left but nothing
Don’t forget your name
Dried up makeup in the suitcase
Broken fingers on the back of your neck
Same old nightmares in your bedroom
Of burnt black memories you’d like to forget
When there’s nothing left but nothing
And you feel afraid
When there’s nothing left but nothing
Don’t forget your name
When there’s nothing left but nothing
And you can’t escape
When there’s nothing left but nothing
You’ve still got your name
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Anathemas
05:08
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Come, ye sinners
Swallowed by the starving night
Lit on liquor
All our flickering fluorescent lives
Come, ye wretched to the wreck
To bury and to boast
The pyre, the fire set
Then holy shit you get the holy ghost
Come, ye seekers
The damaged and the desperate
The world is weaker
Our destiny is manifest
In the church’s parking lot
The neon spoke to us
The light, the antichrist
The whirlwind, the devil in the dust
I know why I stayed up tonight
My whole life is controlled by this
When it seems harder than it is
It’s a bleak illustration of the original sin
Defy the deity and die
So if we die tonight, that’s why
God the father
The lyricist, the lyrical
Wine from water
Every metaphor a miracle
Form me with your holy hands
Give me reason to exist
Forgive who I am
You molded me, I had no hand in it
I know why I fucked up tonight
My whole life lived to be condemned
But it is what is
It’s an illumination of the original sin
Defy the deity and die
If we die tonight, that’s why
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