PAPER MÂCHÉ DREAM BALLOON

SENSE

It's in vogue to be feckless

When it comes to the mother taking care of us

I know it's so conventional

But it don't make no sense at all

But in fact it's a pattern

Everything I hear will always make me ashen

I know it's recognizable

But it don't make no sense at all, oh

Ooh, no no no sense at all

People pay for their coupé

But they can't pay their taxes for the freeway

I know it's so predictable

But it don't make no sense at all

And some people say it's on their radar

But they drive a million miles in their fast car

I know it's so invisible

But it don't make no sense at all, oh

Ooh, no no no sense at all

But in fact it's a pattern

Everything I hear will always make me ashen

I know it's recognizable

But it don't make no sense at all, oh

Ooh, no no no sense at all, oh

Ooh, no no no sense at all

BONE

Bone, bone

Hands and toes, feet and head

Carrion to be fed

Any dog can chew over my bone

And all my wine's gonna turn into blood

When my name is called

I'm just a pile of bone

But when I'm gone

And I'm dead

What will be inside my head?

Bone, bone

Fingernail, chest and feet

Carrion good to eat

Any dog can chew over my bone

And all my wine's gonna turn into blood

When my gun is shot

I'm just a pile of bone

When I'm gone

And I'm dead

What will be inside my head?

Will all my stitches be un-sewn?

If heaven is a place I know

I won't be taking my bones

Bone, bone

If heaven is a place I know

I won't be taking my bones

Will all my stitches be un-sewn?

And when I'm gone

And I'm dead

What will be inside my head?

Bone, bone

DIRT

Handshakes and bitter rows

Are the common conjecture

I can dissect anything

And save the skin for later

I know it's just a time

And things will get better

But I don't mind much anyway

Vampire reflection

Gestured in our selfish understanding

Tensions only surface when you're hurt, h-h-h-hurt

Like a magpie's morning monologue

Whispers bending backwards in the dirt

The dirt, the dirt

Make time to say you're right

You should already know this

With next to no pretension

Still, I'm walking on egg shells

Catch your breath, I'm heading out

Be sure others will notice

This is just a product of

Lack of reflection

Like a magpie's morning monologue

Whispers bending backwards in the dirt

The dirt, the dirt

PAPER MÂCHÉ DREAM BALLOON

Stuck in a daydream

Under a moonbeam

Head on my pillow at home

Drunk are the people

Outside my window

Full of testosterone

When I get trouble my way

Like paper mâché

They stick to chimera balloon

And I kick it out my door, ooh

Paper mâché dream balloon

Are you eluding

That I am brooding

Moping around on my own

Stuck in a daydream

Under a moonbeam

Head on my pillow at home

When I get trouble my way

Like paper mâché

They stick to chimera balloon

And I hide it in my drawer, ooh

Paper mâché dream balloon

When I get trouble my way

Like paper mâché

I stick them to a dream balloon

And I kick it out my door

And I hide it in my drawer

TRAPDOOR

Trapdoor, trapdoor, the trapdoor's a trap!

Trapdoor, trapdoor, trapdoor, trapdoor

And everybody knows what's under the door

And everybody goes to great lengths, for sure

To hide themselves away and keep the beast at bay

'Cause everybody knows

Trapdoor, trapdoor, the trapdoor's a trap!

Trapdoor, trapdoor, trapdoor, trapdoor

And everybody knows what's under the door

And everybody goes to great lengths, for sure

To hide themselves away and keep the beast at bay

'Cause everybody knows

Trapdoor, trapdoor, the trapdoor's a trap!

COLD CADAVER

Dark and cold

Out my front window

I can hear her say

From two miles away

“This can’t be over, can’t be over”

Heard her before

Knocking at my front door

I said “What’s the problem?”

She said “It’s the cold cadaver, cadaver”

“Cold cadaver, cadaver!”

I was sleeping

When I heard her preaching

I said “What’s the problem?”

She said “It’s the cold cadaver, cadaver”

“Cold cadaver, cadaver!”

My tongue is big

But not as big as his

Nostrils, mouth and ears

Start to disappear

“This can’t be over, can’t be over”

Heard me before

Banging on her front door

She said “What’s the problem?”

I said “It’s the cold cadaver, cadaver”

“Cold cadaver, cadaver!”

THE BITTER BOOGIE

Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter

Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter

The bitter boogie comes without a warning

When it's inside of me it is exhausting

I don't like the way it makes me freeze up

And what it makes me say

I know it comes off bitter

Bitter, bitter, bitter

But roll with it

[Refrain]

Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter

Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter

I wouldn't like to say I didn't warn ya

'Cause bitter boogie comes without a warning

I really hate the way it mess' my mind up

And all it makes me say

I know it comes off bitter

Bitter, bitter, bitter

But roll with it

Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter

Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter

From the first glance, had no chance

Making exceptions

That would outlast, searching for a new obsession

Yet I'm too bitter to reconsider

My options twice

Before I ask for your advice

Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter

Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter

I've been grieving for no reason

That seems wise

Married to the pipe

With no ambition besides

I'm too bitter to reconsider

My options twice

Before I ask for your advice

Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter

Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter

N.G.R.I (BLOODSTAIN)

Everyone thinks I am shallow

When I'm hiding in my room

Safe within my zone

All the demons that I summon

Wipe the blood off of the floor

It’s my only law

Sorry!

Whoo!

N, G

R, I

Mundane

Bloodstain

NGRI, in my brain

Keep a clean

Bloodstain

I've awoken from my slumber

I was dreamin' 'bout a flood

Covered in my blood

Now my pits are getting sweaty

It's a sign I've got to go

Back to where I know

Sorry!

Whoo!

Suffer endlessly

Forever giving in to

N, G

R, I

Mundane

Bloodstain

NGRI, it's plain

Wipe it up

Bloodstain

N, G

R, I

Mundane

Bloodstain

NGRI, in my brain

Sweep a clean

Bloodstain

TIME = FATE

It’s always in between the lines you thought you read

The time and distance, keyhole, needle through the thread

I can’t help but be sad sometimes

Talk to me, see what’s on my mind

If I could step backwards somewhere into the past

I’d relive that great party where we had a blast

Pondering things in the past makes you blind

Look ahead, you’ll not waste your…

Time mends furrowed brows

I can’t help but thinking now

Back here, I’ll wait

Please, don’t let the past be my... fate

It takes two cats to enjoy a cool jamboree

It takes three to remember that one differently

Memory’s a fog, it gets thicker with time

Look at the clock, its hands read the…

Time mends furrowed brows

I can’t help but thinking now

Back here, I’ll wait

Please don’t let the past be my...

TIME = $$$

Well, if time is money

Then it sounds funny to give me so much time

And no money nearby

I know when my gums start bleeding

And pissing over my teeth

That I’m low on my buck

Without any luck

And all I gotta say

Why is time my money?

'Cause it sounds funny to give me so much time

And no money nearby

I know when my eyes start itching

That I’m in need of a fuss

And I’m low on my buck

Without any luck

Head in my hands

To see that I am so stuck

And all I gotta say, all I got to say

Why is time money?

'Cause it sounds funny to give me so much time

And no money nearby

Time is money, time is money

MOST OF WHAT I LIKE

Most of what I like

Is given to me by

The one that I love

Bears the onus every time

Technically I don't deserve

To live this kind of life

Perturbed at what I might become

Unchanging every time

Ecstasy is what I'm needing

I'm bleeding from the eyes

You always shut your eyes

When you look me in the eyes

Always caressing

The ropes which I've frayed

The corpse that I'm dressing

Should never be displayed

Face to face is nice

But sharper than a knife

I teeter on it's edge

Just waiting to be sliced

Returning home brain dead

And you inject the life

Appeal to me love

Remake, rebuild, revise

Restavit is what I'm bleeding

A laxative to cry

You always shut your eyes

When you look me in the eyes

Always caressing

The ropes which I've frayed

The corpse that I'm dressing

Should never be displayed

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