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Behind The Curtain
00:32
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"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain"
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Curious Moments
02:28
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This is the end. The end of all your pain. And then pretend we will meet again.
This is more scary than stories in the dark, they haunt all of your mind and they tear you apart. Curious moments about love and hate, how far will you run and what will it take?
Studio Production is thin and its cheap, they make you sound hallow, but they tap their feet.
And Cameras rolling its all that you know. Theres blood on the pavement but, they start the show.
This is the end, the end of all your pain. And then you'll pretend we will meet again.
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Smoke & Mirrors
04:36
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I wanna be your invisible man.
Shadow on the wall and a open hand.
No one sees and no one dares.
Cause I'm all worked up but i just don't care.
I never want to see the sunset/rise cause its all we got when we spent all night and tripping over tombstones they rehearsed with a little black box sitting right in the hearse.
I want to disappear far from this place, with nothing but a suitcase and your face I said, I want to disappear but I can wait until I can make a living, without digging my own grave
Wouldn't you like to live in a fairy tale? When the ending happens to no avail. Dont you feel like you're being eaten alive? With the time and the money you earn being lost in the tide.
Tripping over tombstones they rehearse with a little black box sitting right in the hearse, "Nothing to see hear" the coroner cries without a body to bury they boy might still be alive.
I want to disappear far from this place, with nothing but a suitcase and your face I said, I want to disappear but I can wait until I can make a living, without digging my own grave
I wanna be your invisible man.
Shadow on the wall and a open hand.
Tripping over tombstones they rehearse with a little black box sitting right in the hearse, "Nothing to see hear" the coroner cries without a body to bury they boy might still be alive.
I want to disappear far from this place, with nothing but a suitcase and your face I said, I want to disappear but I can wait until I can make a living, without digging my own grave
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Rose Colored Glasses
04:18
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"Picking at memories, like scabs left unhealed.
Your minds a wasteland, of forgotten movie reels.
Visionaries are extinct only scavengers survive.
They live in masoleums but with no one inside.
Cement and cobblestone weather and erode.
Not unlike storybooks but the ones over told.
These arrogant suiters chase after crowds, not one of them registers the damage all around.
I once was a child optimistic and new, I had my rose glasses but they have turned so blue, for you.
I frequent this streetlamp, the last of its kind.
Like cassettes of yesterday it longs to rewind.
The past isn't brighter, no more than its bleak.
but tomorrow was a promise just one that sounds so weak.
She once was a child, with dreams so enthused, she had her rose glasses on but they now too are blue.
boo hoo.
"Screaming to strangers he strains for validation,
Metronomes of silence long gone on vacation.
He fears for the day that the bells toll for him.
its answer is hallow but it comes from within. "
He once was a child with dreams so enthused he had his rose glasses on but they have turned so blue.
When the world seems so cold you can't even feel your hands,
Down the depths of despair we called the promised lands
I fell through the sky, just the clothes on my back.
I wished I could move on, but I have to turn back..
So long. "
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X-Ray Specs
03:31
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"I sent away for "x ray specs" in a comic magazine.
If you broke a bone, or stubbed your toe, well you could come to me.
I could see whats wrong with you just by peering at your insides.
Looking in at your beating heart, to see if you are mine.
Just take a look inside me, Just take a look do you like what you see?
Just take a look inside me, Just take a look do you like what you see?
aint we just two skeletons falling in love?
Now were just two skeletons falling in love.
If I had my X- ray specs, Now I could see through walls, id use this 6th sense of mine, to save you from our faults.
Id take a peak inside your mind and see what haunts your dreams.
I hope this helps you understand, nothing is what it seems.
Just take a look inside me, Just take a look do you like what you see?
Just take a look inside me, Just take a look do you like what you see?
And were just two skeletons falling in love.
Now were just two skeletons falling in love.
Aint we just two skeletons?"
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Purgatory Interlude
00:47
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I had a dream one night, nothing was the same.
I woke up then to find that it was all a game.
"If you could be my heaven. I could be your hell. "x2
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My Personal Phenomenon
05:16
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I wish I shared my house with a ghost.
So I dont feel like I'm alone.
Just some strange Spector watching over me.
A personal Phenomenon
"Whoa oh oh " x2
Have you seen the bottom of the well?
The falling faces lost between heaven and hell.
If walls could speak now would they cry?
The things that they have seen the ones who have died.
a shadow in an endless night.
If the ones who passed have words to say, shout out your final resting place.
Scare me to sleep.
Chill me to the bone.
Fill me with dread.
Then dread to be alone.
"Whoa oh oh " x2
I wish I shared my house with a ghost.
Nothing to fear with my old friend.
Id watch the calendars with hungry eyes, just waiting for the years to end.
If the ones who passed have words to say, shout out your final resting place.
Scare me to sleep.
Chill me to the bone.
Fill me with dread.
Then dread to be alone.
"I wish I shared my house with a ghost, so I don't feel like I'm alone..."
Scare me to sleep
(if the ones who passed have words to say)
Chill me to the bone.
(shout out your final resting place)
Fill me with dread.
(if the ones who passed have words to say)
The dread to be alone
(shout out your final resting place)
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Paper Kingdoms (Goodbye)
05:04
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Seven years of silence, just dust upon the shelf.
No one here to guide us you'll only hurt yourself.
if you want me to remember you, Ill stay here until the light comes.
if you only knew who depends on you, you'd take the steps back home.
Seven years of bad luck, was nothing to refuse.
no mirrors broken, heartless. no powers to defend you.
and if you want me to remember you, ill stay here till the light goes.
and if you only knew who depends on you, you'd take the steps back home.
Id walk these halls a thousand times but Ill never unhear your name
and if we only hold on for one night then we all burn out in flames.
"Are you home?
"Are you home?"
Seven years of darkness, I held it all too well.
No one held the loveless the hopeless or the wronged.
with no one left to guard us, from seven years of harm.
Id walk these halls a thousand times but Ill never unhear your name
and if we only hold on for one night then we all burn out in flames.
and if you want me to remember you, ill stay here till the light goes.
and if you only knew who depends on you, you'd take the steps back home.
Id walk these halls a thousand times but Ill never unhear your name
and if we only hold on for one night then we all burn out in flames.
And we can walk though walls amidst these flies, as we light our candles, pour our lives into open flames, out open doors -
we can never stop what came before.
"if nothing is sacred in your eyes, what does it mean to take a life?"
"Are you home?"
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thePicassos Michigan
Midwestern Gothic\Avant-Goth
Haunted sounds for haunted people.
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