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Taste The Red Hands `Dead Poetic`

Let it burn in your eyes, your cover is blown this time and you know But you know this was gonna happen and you could taste the red hands And like the flies, you'll eat the worst of everything But you

Ollie Otson `Dead Poetic`

A stubborn glance, a chance to watch me all unwind I see your eyes, x-ray my insides I wish you'd grab my hand, 'cause we're falling fast You and me Looks like the last time we hold hands You and me Looks

Arlington Arms `Dead Poetic`

pray for a taste Of you, of you (Watching the walls fall down) Of you, of you (Watching the walls fall down) I won't fall on the knife that killed the American dream I won't fall on the knife that

Sinless City `Dead Poetic`

In this sinless city, we wear calluses on our hands From empty vain hand-shaking, we see the guilt has rise again And all will fall with or without our good will So we fool them all, who pray for those

Paralytic `Dead Poetic`

Paint the lines on perfect eyes That circle the object Of my sincere affection My undivided attention Lie where you won't see Yourself in that way And we'll ride to somewhere All we are is paralyzed From

Hostages `Dead Poetic`

tear it away, tear it away Let's make this quick I'll bother you, you'll tear it away, tear it away Cut broken enemies off into your pit of non-valuable losses Could have stayed and dreamt for days But the

Poetic Vulgarity `d4vd`

'Cause I missed you at the show tonight (Mmhm) Anytime, anywhere, I just want to make sure you're alright If you're off with someone better Then I won't fault you What can I do but complain about

A Green Desire `Dead Poetic`

I want to see your eyes, the light, the tunnel I need to feel your love, this fight, my struggle Which hand should I cut off? My life in shambles I'll lose my life right here, but what for?

Vanus Empty `Dead Poetic`

It's a deep, red wound, enough to stare It's a beautiful rose and everyone's aware You squeeze it tight enough to bleed But suicide's something we'd rather not mention here In our beautiful world of saving

Pretty Pretty `Dead Poetic`

Pretty, pretty, she looks so needy Shes calm in the face But shes never forgetting every other time Ive been Angry, raging, clenched up hands But I know better than to mix you in my Raging cycle in this

Burgundy `Dead Poetic`

Desperately waiting on something that's more than nothing I've been here forever waiting just to see your hands If you hear me cry, it's just something, I'm always doing and Desperately waiting this wait

The Victim `Dead Poetic`

To me, you were just dead weight A diluted filter blurring the color away From what this used to be Or, or what it could have been But nothing's changed I still see you as a toxin I still see you as the

Lioness `Dead Poetic`

Shes a god in her own right She dims the room light While she moves closer We all move slower Tracing white lines Sipping fine wines We remember When purity wasnt dead Sex is the lioness Queen of the temple

The Corporate Enthusiast `Dead Poetic`

The corporate beast has got me And I've fallen in the trap This beast it feeds on me And I'm never coming back You've sucked the truth out of me Abolished honesty I can't escape, it's got me Independence

Cannibal Vs. Cunning `Dead Poetic`

of us, the cunning wins again Leave it to the cannibal now Feed him whats left of us, the cunning wins again Im the glorified liar sending you sentiment And then posing as the innocent You dont know about

In Coma `Dead Poetic`

Im still stitching up the stabs you left Weaving in and out slowly I grow accustomed to the piercing flesh And find evil in the holy And still I see the line Between the stars, your scars and mine And

Four Wall Blackmail `Dead Poetic`

These four walls have seen the worst of me They're bleeding confession, but they'll never speak These four walls have seen the life I truly lead They're crying depression, they're weak in the knees Right

Tell Myself Goodbye `Dead Poetic`

I can't tell the light from the dark I can't tell the light from the dark I thought you had me forever But I'm sure you thought the same about me And I'm sorry, so sorry Sorry, so sorry Sorry, so sorry

Crashing Down `Dead Poetic`

Don't fool the crowd with all your sentiments in vain We are alive again, we will survive again Don't turn your back to every move you ever made We are alive again, we will survive again And all these

Glass In The Trees `Dead Poetic`

glass in the trees And all you left here reflects everything that I missed And the glass in the trees And all you left here reflects everything that I missed And the pavement is still warm from the tires

The Dreamclub Murders `Dead Poetic`

So after all, you needed more than a death threat fall You needed more, and I let you fall Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw And I remember you aspiration, your dream to fit in But it's gone,

Bury The Difference `Dead Poetic`

Bury all the differences between us When I still can't find the air You keep the toxins flowing for me And I'll bury all the differences between us And I still can't help but care for moving mountains

New Medicines `Dead Poetic`

These are the words that tear you apart And these are the words that take you away And these are just words, they'll tear you apart When no one here will say what needs to say New medicines should ease

Bliss Tearing Eyes `Dead Poetic`

'Cause you bleed all the time The pieces of a broken heart are wasted time And I can't forgive myself for all the things I've done But you, you do Bleed one more time for me 'Cause my heart is filled with

Copy Of A Copy `Dead Poetic`

She told me don't let them in You're a copy of a copy She told me don't come again This is awful, this is all wrong Now I feel it coming back again Slide down the walls on the floor Oh, I'll pretend This

Long Forgotten `Dead Poetic`

destroyed yet And when its gone, Im left with nothing This isnt what we counted on This isnt what we said itd be The fantasy is dead and I cannot feel it This isnt what we counted on This isnt what we

Vices `Dead Poetic`

Feeling cold, feeling empty Set the stage where you want me And this crowd right before me Doesn't care that I'm dying And the audience stands with their eyes fixed On the preconceived version of me I'm

August Winterman `Dead Poetic`

And if I could teach the world to be I'd teach them all to be something just like me Frustrated, bitter, depressing Perfect, as if my wings were like yours Perfect, but I'm falling down And if you could

Molotov `Dead Poetic`

With my back to the wall, you've somehow pinned me up against Fingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists And I'm somewhere in between a held tongue and a curse Or I could keep it inside and

Animals `Dead Poetic`

Take these animals again And wrap your ropes around them Let the demon take you in And tell us stories about him I will follow you Take these animals again And wrap your ropes around them Let the demon