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Ye Nameless
04:03
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I can't wait for you to not come around looking my way
(Feeling on my lonesome)
I can't wait to paint the fantasy inside of my brain
(Smile beneath the eyelids)
Solitary isn't such a bad thing at all
(Countdown to withdrawal)
Cast the glorious wave
Then turn the page into a sex scene
And all my orchestrated fortunes
Are rolling away
Well I guess we have a chance here
And I am beaming for the chanceless
Jesters never crack a jackpot
Watch me get ahead of myself
You could nail my shoes to the floor
She's got me floating through the mountain
Like Ye Nameless
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Sauntered under this unspoken tongue
Speaks in hard decrees
Shadows twitch the eyes
Only you will see
Speak my name Oh
Only to me once and once to me
Here to form my plea
Only to me once and once to me
Here to form my plea
Cuts his words slow
Speak our name
Only to me once and once to me
Here to form my plea
Only to me once and once to me
Pretty please
I can see the musters of a man
Deep within the auras of the jesters last stand
Deep within the iris of his gaze
We see nothing nothing nothing
Like a shell to case
Speak my name to me
Once and once only
To me, won't you see
Only once
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3. |
Roadhouse Ruse
02:50
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You'll never see me coming
Riding on a black diamond
Got trouble in my left hand
Talk about all the formal answers
Diviner of the desert
Coming down from my mountain
Swamp
Water delivers it
With tunnel vision it swallow
Bit
For it hath spoken
A little venom you become no one
Road
House
Ruse
(Let us continue on)
Through its reflections
You'd glimpse just to see
My self reflections
Abandoning me
Road
House
Ruse
Beneath this cursed soil
The Time Warden sleeps
And dreams up his new lie
The thought of porcelain Porsche's
Murderous horses
And thunderous thigh highs
Death
Mask
On
Heaven on the ol' dirt road
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4. |
Thirst and Formoiste
02:54
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I'm not here
I'm off drifting hot molasses
Golden hour
I'm just here to sip the victory
Right on time
Bittersweet shimmer collector
Let's take notes
On who's first to thirst and foremost
I wonder what kind of silvery drink
I'll pour myself before I sleep
And what poison sits just right for me
You caught my eye
You caught my dream baby
I'm not here
I'm off drifting hot molasses
Let's take notes
On who's first to thirst and foremost
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5. |
Yes, Quite.
03:56
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Whizzdom
02:54
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Just as you read the
Dusted grimoire
I told you
The etchings carved
Speak softly about poison virtues
"Cold free love love love is just lies"
Meet me on cloud nine
That's where we dispel love
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7. |
Drunkard's Mirth
01:24
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8. |
Sweet Number No. # 9
02:53
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Let's start a fire from the lovers that we hold in our minds
To hinder bitterness we felt throughout the stitchings of time
We'll use our sunny dispositions to ignite this inquisition
You can use it as a blanket
I'm banking on the wind
And everybody feels its innocence
Let it graze upon the skin
And I can catch like and echo
From a voice that doesn't exist
'Cause we a skirting on the surface
To embrace our wilderness
It's 3 o'clock and we are waiting
Waiting, wasting the day
Wasting, waiting, wasting away
Shell shocked from grid lock
An utter dismay
I just want to find the ground so I can say "Good day"
Good day
In the early morning light
The color of my wretched smile is so inviting
Could it be our first goodbye
With each calamity
Incinerate your own tragedy
Reek into an ancient prophecy
Dead religion in high viscosity
You'll find the compass in the smolder of your soul
A tattered earning for the urge to lose control
Let's just take it as a token
From the voice that doesn't exist
'Cause we a skating on the surface
To embrace our wilderness
And It's so instrumental
To really feel your loneliness
I guess that's something we all learn in time
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10. |
Lord of Cowboys
03:33
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Now I got the movement for a lifetime
These hands aint ever gonna live it down
Sixshooter pull the pin to the edge
I pull the trigger and the shooter is dead
I got the itch back
Lord of Cowboys
Itchin' to pay his debt now
Blessed be to philistines of plague grounds
It gets to a point where even we can get into it
Red devil's got knuckle for a head
He bends to point his fingers to the back of the sledge
It's always better yeah when the roots are never settled
I'll take the hatchback
Lord of Cowboys
Position to use that gat now
Come one, Come all
Women and Children first now
Bringing her to her knees yeah
Give it a final squeeze yeah
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11. |
Bulldada's Tavern
01:08
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