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Megalomaniac

I hear you on the radio. You permeate my screen. It's unkind but, if I met you in a scissor fight, I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone. On principle alone. Hey megalomaniac! You're no Jesus! Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis! Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby and step down! Step down! Step down! If I were your appendages, I'd hold open your eyes so you would see that all of us are heaven sent (And there was never meant to be only one.). And there was never meant to be only one, to be only one. Hey megalomaniac! You're no Jesus! Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis! Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby and step down! Step down! Step down! Step down! Step down! Oh, step down! You're.....you're.....you're.....you're no Jesus. You're no Elvis. You're no Jesus. You're no Jesus. You're no Elvis. You're no answer. Step down. Step down. Step down. Step down. Hey, hey....Hey megalomaniac! You're no Jesus! Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis! Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby and step down. Step, step down! Step down! Oh, step down! Oh, step down! Step down!

A Crow Left of the Murder

Unlearn me. Ditch what I read behind what I heard. Look. Find. Free. Yet! Do you get it yet? Do you get it?! From here on, it's instinctual. Even straight roads meander. Every piece contains a map of it all! It all! Evidence: march of the ants, pulse of the sea. Look. Find. Free. Yet! Do you get it yet? Do you get it?! From here on, it's instinctual. Even straight roads meander. Every piece contains a map of it all! It all! Out of the line and indivisible. A crow left of the murder. Every piece contains a map of it all! It all! Everything I wanted, wanted to know. Everything I wanted, wanted to see, to see. Yeah! Oh! Unlearn me. Unlearn me. Do you get it yet? Look, Find, Free! Do you get it yet? Do you get it yet? Do you get it yet? Do you get it yet? Do you get it yet? Do you get it yet? Do you get it yet? 


Agoraphobia 

Two people touching lips, hands on each other's hips. Nothing in else in the world but one another. The 42nd floor, on a distant shore. I wonder how we've strayed so far from this. Remember when we were just flesh and bone? You, sir, may have forgotten how good your world can be. So, put down your hollow tips, and kiss your lover's lips, and know that fate is what we make of it. Please end this, please end this, before this ends us, ends us, ends us. I wanna stay inside. I wanna stay inside for good. I wanna stay inside, for good, for good, for good, for good, for good, for good, for good, for good. I read the news today and everything they say just makes me want to stay inside and wait. But the better part of me knows that waiting in the throws is on par with reading with my eyes closed. "What can I do?", you say, "It's just another day In the life of apes with ego trips." Put down your hollow tips, and kiss your lover's lips, and know that fate is what we make of it. Please end this, please end this before this ends us, ends us, ends us. I wanna stay inside. I wanna stay inside for good. I wanna stay inside, for good, for good. I'm gonna stay inside. I'm gonna stay inside for good. I'm gonna stay inside, for good for good. I wanna stay inside. I wanna stay inside for good. I wanna stay inside. Don't want to stay inside for good. Don't want to stay inside, for good, for good, for good, for good, for good, for good, forgot, for good, for good, for good, for good.....


Talk Shows On Mute

Take a bow. Pack on powder. Wash 'em out with buzzing lights. Pay an audience to care. Impress me, personality. Still and transfixed, the electric sheep are dreaming of your face. Enjoy you from the chemical comfort of America. Come one, come all, into 1984. Yeah, three, two, one... Lights! Camera! Transaction! Quick, your time is almost up. Make 'em forget that they're the moth edging in towards the flame, burn into obscurity. Still and transfixed, the electric sheep are dreaming up your fate. We judge you from the card castle, comfort of America. Come one, come all into 1984. Yeah, three, two, one... Lights! Camera! Yeah! Come one, come all into 1984. Yeah, three, two, one... Lights! Camera! Transaction! Lights! Camera! Transaction! Come one, come all into 1984. Yeah, three, two, one... Lights! camera! transaction! Your foundation is canyoning, Fault lines should be worn with pride. I hate to say it, but you're so much more, you're so much more endearing with the sound turned off.


Beware! Criminal

You crawl in bed, it's 3am. You smell of wine and cigarettes. A butterfly under the glass, you are beautiful, but you're not going anywhere. We do the same thing every night, I swear I've heard this song before. A swimmer who has seen a shark, I should really be more wary of the water. You came, you saw, you conquered everyone, and I'm left here guessing. Oh, what went wrong? Yeah, I'm down, but not out, and far from done. Hey all! Beware! Criminal. Criminal. A prism with an intellect, you throw your light selectively. You stole my glow, a seasoned thief. The blacks of my eyes are turning into opals. Today, I walk. There's nothing here left for me but empty promises and the thought of all the things I'm never getting back. You came, you saw, you conquered everyone and I'm left here bleeding. Oh, what went wrong? Yeah, I'm down, but not out, and far from done. Hey all! Beware! Beware! Criminal. Criminal. Criminal. Did you think, did you think I wouldn't notice? Did you think, did you think, really think I wouldn't care? Did you think, did you think, I wouldn't notice? Did you think, did you think, did you really think I wouldn't care? You came, you saw, you conquered, and I'm left here bleeding. Oh, what went wrong? Yeah, I'm down, but not out, and far from done. Hey all! Beware! Criminal.


Sick, Sad Little World

No, you're not the first to fall apart, but always the first one to complain. You better get careful or you'll compromise everything you are. This world is a drought when out of love. Please come back to us, you're all of the above. "I'm making a choice to be out of touch. Leave me be." He said, he said, he said, "Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world! Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world!" I've never had unpaid confidantes. It's more than I would care to explain, but I have an open door policy when it comes to blame. This world is a joke when out of love. Please come back to us, you're all of the above. "I'm making a choice to be out of touch. Leave me be." He said, he said, he said, "Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world! Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world!" "Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world! Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world!"  


Pistola

On the tip of my tongue, an offensive is poised and rearing. My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger. Trigger, trigger finger! And my pen is a pistola. (insert your lyric here) And my pen is a pistola. My secret arsenal is an infinite, ageless ink well. It's a fountain of youth and a patriot's weapon of choice. And my pen is a pistola. (insert your lyric here) And my pen is a pistola. On the tip of my tongue, an offensive is poised and rearing. My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger. And my pen is a pistola. (insert your lyric here) And my pen is a pistola.


Southern Girl

Is everything a baited hook? And are there locks on all doors? If your looking for an open book, look no further, I am yours. We'll behave like animals, swing from tree to tree. We can do anything that turns you up and sets you free. You're an exception to the rule. You're a bona fide rarity. You're all I ever wanted. Southern girl, could you want me? So, come outside and walk with me. We'll try each other on to see if we fit. And with our roots, become a tree, to shade what we make under it. We'll behave like animals, swing from tree to tree. We can do anything that turns you up and sets you free. You're an exception to the rule. You're a bona fide rarity. You're all I ever wanted. Southern girl, could you want me? You're an exception to the rule. You're a bona fide rarity. You're all I ever wanted. Southern girl, could you want me? Southern girl, could you want me? (could you want me?) Southern girl, could you want me? (could you want me?) Southern girl, could you want me? (could you want me?) Southern girl, could you want me? (could you want me?) Southern girl, could you want me? (could you want me?) Southern girl, could you want me? (could you want me?) Southern girl....


Priceless

The fact that you, you think you can speak to me the way you do, it bleeds me to believe that you have never stepped out of the skin you live within. But when, and if, this day occurs, your tongue, the taste will imitate a battery, the anti-equilibrium. Your stomach becomes the floor. The look on your face was priceless! The look on your face was priceless! Yes, the look on your face was priceless! That look, it was... A light goes on upstairs, the attic is ablaze. This island isn't big enough for the both of us. So, who will swim in eel infested oceans? Kiss the sand goodbye because the tide is coming up and in yeah, water, water, water everywhere! And every chance to sink! The look on your face was priceless! The look on your face was priceless! Yes, the look on your face was priceless! That look, it was so priceless. Priceless. So priceless. It's an amalgamation of the things you aren't the ways you wish you were. A split second, perceiving of the way you really look to everyone of them. I wish that you could get a glimpse, I wish that you could see because the look on your face was priceless! The look on your face was priceless! Yes, the look on your face was priceless! That look, it was so priceless. So priceless. Priceless.


Zee Deveel

Nice car! Where'd you get your ride? A trophy? Badge of honor? Overcompensation? Price tags advertise your pride. Since when did what we paid for colored cloth gage our gravity? Yeah, you got your little world. Picture perfect, it's a pearl. Now, go and try and sleep in the bed you made. You should be careful what you wish for! 'Cause everyone of us has the devil inside. You should be careful what you wish for! 'Cause all of what amounts becomes you. Nice watch! Man, do you got the time? There's never enough and it always goes too slow. Too slow. Yeah, you got your little world. Picture perfect, its a pearl. Now, go and try and sleep in the bed you made. You should be careful what you wish for! 'Cause everyone of us has the devil inside. You should be careful what you wish for! 'Cause all of what amounts becomes you, you. Nice watch! Man, do you got the time? There's never enough and it always goes too slow. Price tags advertise your pride. Since when did what we paid for colored cloth gage our gravity? You should be careful what you wish for! 'Cause everyone of us... You should be careful what you wish for! 'Cause all of what amounts becomes you, you.


Made For TV Movie

I heard a word from on high. Glare like a light in the sky. It said, "Quit blowing each other up." Voicing so crystalline clear. Some thing's unclean in your ear when only blood will fill your cup. Hello, I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me, yeah. Focus, I'm witnessing history...repeating. It fell like a tear from my eye. Flying machine so up high. Well, there goes the neighborhood. A scene set to singe innocence. Up heave, unhinge, and pit against, like every made for TV movie should. Hello, I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me. Focus, I'm witnessing history...repeating. Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus! (I can see now.) Focus!! (I can see now.) Focus!!! (I can see now.) We are, we know, we see, we think for you! Yeah. The who, the what, the when, the where, the why! We build your young. We built you too. We see you all! Hello, I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me. Focus, I'm witnessing history...repeating.

Smile Lines

Met my match today. Felt the blood rushing and mingling. A curious and enigmatic thing. Now spiders in my dreams. Synchronicity weaves like a web when you were meant to be a meal! I want you bad! I want you bad! I understand why they say high school never ends. I'll never act my age, but you can tell, by the lines in my smile, that I have been around for awhile. So, insecurities are about as useful as trying to put the pin back in the grenade. I want you bad! I want you bad! I understand why they say high school never ends. I want you bad! I want you bad! I understand why they say high school never ends. This isn't coincidence. There's no such thing. This isn't coincidence. No. This isn't coincidence. It's no such thing. This isn't, no...I want you bad! I want you bad! I understand why they say high school never ends. I want you bad! I want you bad! I understand why they say high school never ends.  


Here In My Room

This party is old and uninviting. Participants all in black and white. You enter, in full blown Technicolor. Nothing is the same after tonight. If the world would fall apart, in a fiction worthy wind, I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here. Yeah, love is a verb, here in my room, here in my room, here in my room. Yeah, love is a verb, here in my room, here in my room, here in my room. You enter, and close the door behind you. Now, show me the world seen from the stars. If only the lights would dim a little. I'm weary of eyes upon my scars. If the world would fall apart, in a fiction worthy wind, I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here. Yeah, love is a verb, here in my room, here in my room, here in my room. Yeah, love is a verb, here in my room, here in my room, here in my room. Pink tractor beam into your incision. Head spinning as free as dervish's whirl. I came here expecting next to nothing, so thank you for being "that" kind of girl, "that" kind of girl, "that" kind of girl, "that" kind of girl, "that" kind of girl, "that" kind of girl, "that" kind of girl, "that" kind of girl, "that" kind of girl, "that" kind of girl, "that" kind of girl.


Leech

Does it make you indie? Does it make you proud to talk the world into a paper bag? Spotty stain of "I'm ok, you're not ok." Yes, men too could be on the rag. I'm in over my head, I need a pick-me-up. It's easy to get high when you're standing on our backs. Man, will anything ever be good enough for you? Stand on your own, hold your water if you can. The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself? The ride's over. Fairing well? The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself? The ride's over. Fairing well? Not on my time. It isn't fair to mention, but it awes the crowd. Your fictional, plastic alibis'. So take another hit, steal another line. Did you ever meet a leech who was good at goodbyes? When you were down, I always picked you up. Why didn't I recognize that everything was never fine? I'm kicking myself that I shared spit with you. So, fuck yourself and fuck this bleeding heart of mine. The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself? The ride's over. Fairing well? The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself? The ride's over. Fairing well? Not on my time. When you were down, I always picked you up. Why didn't I recognize that everything was never fine? I'm kicking myself that I shared spit with you. So, fuck yourself and fuck this bleeding heart of mine. The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself? The ride's over. Fairing well? The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself? The ride's over. Fairing well? The ride's over. The ride's over. The ride's over. The ride's over. The ride's over. The ride's over. The ride's over. The ride's over. The ride's over. The ride's over.