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Snake Eyes
02:59
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cuts in my tongue bleeding out these words
do they even mean a thing to you
rust in the blades that you pull to my throat
but it doesn't seem to change my view
because
when you turn me into stone
snake eyes, I'm in your control
i like the way it feels, thinking of you
yeah you could take it out on me
i'll understand
you can have my world for free
at your command
stuck in the hell that you call your love
am I even worth anything to you
sunder my sight where you're so above
if it was easy to leave your side I would
because
when you turn me into stone
snake eyes, I'm in your control
i hate the way it feels, thinking of you
yeah you could take it out on me
i'll understand
you can have my world for free
at your command
you can have my world for free
at your command
you can have my world for free
at your command
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Frost
03:30
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watch me fall, watch me fall into the frost as the fog comes crawling out from the trees
i recall a stormy afternoon and a fireplace you sparked with your warmth
when I always, I always pretended to be nothing more than a sunny beam
but I'm freezing in the frost now
don't you feel a little lost now
so tall, the stories that we tell to the children waiting it out till hell
what they learn is never enough to burn all the coal we store inside of our hearts
and the frost only thaws in the heat of a lie, it deceives you, the poet's smile
and you're freezing in the frost now
don't you feel a little lost now
things never turn out how we want it to be
we close our eyes and we count to three
as if we live in a lucid dream
we'll play pretend till we finally feel free
so let us dance while we're under the spell
i'm sure the poet always only means well
we take our turns in a show and tell
we'll play pretend till we finally feel free
and it hurts, yeah it hurts to realize that the magic only diverts your eyes
from the burning of all you thought you loved and the ashes taste like fear and failure
won't you smile, won't you smile so brittle when it feels like you never had it before
and we're freezing in the frost now
don't you feel a little lost now
things never turn out how we want it to be
we close our eyes and we count to three
as if we live in a lucid dream
we'll play pretend till we finally feel free
So let us dance while we're under the spell
i'm sure the poet always only means well
we take our turns in a show and tell
we'll play pretend till we finally feel free
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