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Lightning Rod
03:02
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Had a bad day
Another setback
I can feel time running out
and I don't know what to do with that
They can't help me
'cause they can't see
I can feel the ebb and flow
from every cell inside of me
I'm a lightning rod for every darkened thought
And if there is a devil I will surely soon find out
I speak into the darkness while I wait for sleep to come
And if there is a devil he can hold until I'm done
Hello operator
Please give me number 7
got a bunch of wannabe saviors
they're defective, send 'em back to heaven
Stupid white horse
Stupid white smile
Veneers that crack after a while
I'm a lightning rod for every darkened thought
And if there is a devil I will surely soon find out
I speak into the darkness while I wait for sleep to come
And if there is a devil he can hold until I'm done
Tell them, tell them, where to find my body
911, he’s got me
I dare you, I dare you to try and save me
Don’t make us laugh
I'm a lightning rod for every darkened thought
And if there is a devil I will surely soon find out
I speak into the darkness while I wait for sleep to come
And if there is a devil he can hold until I'm done
A lightning rod for every darkened thought
And if there is a devil I will surely soon find out
I speak into the darkness while I wait for sleep to come
And if there is a devil he can hold until I'm done
Tell them, tell them, ooh
911, he's got me, ooh
I dare you, I dare you to try and save me
"911, what's your emergency?"
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Lipstick
04:00
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Your rock and roll was boring so I made it over
I signed my name in lipstick on the bass drum on the floor
A-team of B-listers, we're climbing your ranks
You ain't heard our names yet, never stopped me before
Look up, we're tearing up the boards on your stage
Look down, 'cause our footprints are all over this place
Now take a look at me, 'cause I ain't in the mood to play
We can’t wait
Lipstick marks all over your genre
Mascara running down your six string
Six inch heels all over your stage
Can you hear the music? Let me in!
We don't need you to move over
Our blood runs through quarter-inch cables
Sold our souls at the door to the venue
Born ready, gonna die ready, let’s turn the tables
So look out, 'cause we're coming your direction
Stand down, 'cause we're taking over this place
Plug me in, and get ready for the action
We can’t wait
Lipstick marks all over your genre
Mascara running down your six string
Six inch heels all over your stage
Can you hear the music? Let me in!
We’re braver than they ever were
Brighter than the other sparks
We’ll be the ones to strike the match
‘Cause we’re not afraid of the dark
Lipstick marks all over your genre
Mascara running down your six string
Six inch heels all over your stage
Can you hear the music? Let me in!
Gun the engines and on with the drama
My painted claws are in your sleeping brain
Shock your system, shock your mama
I swear you’ll never be the same
Lipstick marks all over your genre
Mascara running down your six string
Six inch heels all over your stage
Can you hear the music? Let me in!
Lipstick marks all over your genre
Mascara running down your six string
Six inch heels all over your stage
Can you hear the music? Let me in!
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Walking in a Circle
02:55
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These walls are feeling like a prison, kinda
Paralyzed, thinkin’ ‘bout the life I’m living
Dying on the inside, knowing that you told me so
That everything is bullshit, doesn’t mean you should quit
Throw the ashes overboard and keep on sailing your ship
If only I could bring myself to open a window
I can’t feel goddamn anything
Watching people go by on a TV screen
Can’t help feeling like I went wrong
Somewhere
I never thought I’d say this, but take me back to high school
So far adulthood feels like wishing I could talk to you again
My compass isn’t working, you’re the one who told me sense
I’m walking in a circle, come tell me what to do
These halls go on and on forever
Lined with rope from the ties I severed
Carpeted with seeds that won’t grow
Here I stand, trowel in hand, soil might as well be sand
How did I get onto my knees, I’m cracking up again
I’m solving riddles everyone else knows
I can’t feel goddamn anything
Watching people go by on a TV screen
Can’t help feeling like I went wrong
Somewhere
I never thought I’d say this, but take me back to high school
So far adulthood feels like wishing I could talk to you again
My compass isn’t working, you’re the one who told me sense
I’m walking in a circle, come tell me what to do
I no longer have your voice
To tell me that I suck
And I thought that I’d enjoy that
But I’m even more messed up
I’ve escaped from prisons
But I don’t know what to do
With jail bars of grey matter where
No light can make it through
I can’t feel goddamn anything
Watching people go by on a TV screen
Can’t help feeling like I went wrong
Somewhere
I never thought I’d say this, but take me back to high school
So far adulthood feels like wishing I could talk to you again
My compass isn’t working, you’re the one who told me sense
I’m walking in a circle, come tell me what to do
I never thought I’d say this, but take me back to high school
So far adulthood feels like wishing I could talk to you again
My compass isn’t working, you’re the one who told me sense
I’m walking in a circle, come tell me what to do
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