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Jean-Paul

Got a few demons
That keep me up at night
Got a few reasons
Why I couldn't fight
Got a few ghosts
I'm promising not to love
Got some hope
I'm trying to get rid of

The gun was warm
Against her sweaty hands
The rain fell
I thought I could understand

She keeps her cross right next to
Her white, red, and blue
He keeps his lies cozy
Right next to the truth
He doesn't know what he wants
But that hasn't stopped him yet
I got a peacemaker and
I am a patriot

The gun was cold
Against her practiced hand
She took her shot
Just as history demands
She didn't do it for me
Didn't do it for love
Did it for the money
She didn't do it for me
Didn't do it for love
Did it for the country

No sir, I don't know her
At least not since she left my bed
No sir, I haven't seen her
At least not since she left my head
No sir, you won't find her
I have been trying for years
No sir, you can't catch her
She hasn't got any fears

Got a few demons
That keep me up at night
Got a few reasons
To avoid the light
Got a few ghosts
I'm promising not to love
Got some hope
I'm trying to grab hold of

The gun was hot
Against her lowered hand
The shaking was
Entirely unplanned
She didn't do it for me
Didn't do it for love
Did it for the money
Did it for the country


30 Lives

What if I were born again and my Zen
Didn't kick me up a notch
I won't know what to do without you
So I'll just sit back and watch as

Days turn into nights turn into weeks
Turn into years
The stars go around
And they cut the ground
And the lights all disappear

No matter what I do, yeah it's true
I long to spend another 30 lives with you
Yeah I do, I'd love to spend
Another 30 lives with you

As my mood ring turns dark blue
I accrue these yearnings not to die
I won't know what to do without you
If I'm spawned back up to life

And the days turn into nights turn into weeks
Turn into years
And the boredom comes
And there's no one else
Who can wipe away the tears

No matter what I do, yeah it's true
I long to spend another 30 lives with you
Yeah I do, I'd love to spend
Another 30 lives with you

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No matter what I do, yeah it's true
I long to spend another 30 lives with you
Yeah I do, I'd love to spend
Another 30 lives with you

Some Lonely Day

I will take the stage
And read from the pages
Of an ancient text of truth
Secret plots
With a cardboard backdrop
And there's nothing left to lose
They call your name
To accuse and shame
And to tear your costumes off
Failure comes and failure stalks
Through the breathing holes
In the top

Some, some lonely day
They will break you down
And then your mind will sway
Some, some will betray
They will mark you out
And cut it all away

The opening scene
Reads like a magazine
Full of gossip, lies, and death
As you turn the page
Well don't be afraid
You can never cheat what's left
As you near the end
And the glass jar bends
Then they're looking for relief
The politician's gone
The magician's run
And the strongman is in grief

Some, some lonely day
They will break you down
And throw it all away
Some, some cold embrace
It will crush you up
And then your bones will splay

So you learn your part
And you play it well
But don't improvise or sleep
When the curtains close
And you can't go home
You might earn the role of the thief

Some, some lonely day
They will paint you up
And put you on display
Some, some fallen rays
Down from heaven come
And melt it all away…

Walk On Water

I think about when I was young
Scared and sad as kids can come
Hiding there under the table
And I wonder what I've done
As I turn 21
I still hide whenever I am able

I can walk on water

I can fly so high if I get in an airplane
But that buzzing and humming
Is driving me insane
I could climb any mountain
If I start out at the top
I could easily survive
This massive drop

I can walk on water
Like I'm one of the chosen
I can walk on water
As long as it's frozen

I was cursed from the start
My brain glows in the dark
Like some star consuming its core
Shaking, cold, and blue
As I find out that the truth
Just doesn't exist anymore

I can walk on water
Like I'm one of the chosen
I can walk on water
As long as it's frozen


Losing Altitude

I feel like a planet
That hasn't got a moon
Come orbit me and light night skies
With everything you do
But I won't give up gravity or tides
Or anything for you

I feel like a pilot
Who's lost the nerve to fly
I still look up every day
And dream of ruling the sky
But I won't give up gravity or tides
Or anything for you

I'm losing

I feel like a comet
That hasn't got a tail
Come follow me and cut the sky
With your luminescent trail
But I won't give up gravity or tides
Or anything for you
Tonight I'm slowly, but surely
Losing altitude

I'm losing

Like a hypernova that can't explode
I suck you into my black hole
And rip you up
Send you back in time
To places that have haunted you
And hurt you all of your life

I'm losing…altitude


The Owls Are Not What They Seem

Fold your arms child and kneel
Don't believe what you feel
The truth will catch you, just wait…
Born to learn death by rote
With a silver knife to your throat
The incisions are already made

I won't let you run
I won't let you run
No one can help you escape
I won't let you run
There's nowhere left to run
There is no escape

I keep my hands in my pockets
Like Goddard's failed rockets
I bring shame in a blaze of fire
Even the songs of the angels blindfolded
Call us to rocks to retire

I won't let you run
I won't let you run
No one can help you escape
I won't let you run
There's nowhere left to run
There is no escape

Cut yourself from the ties
And the code of behavior
No one survives
There's only the saviors
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid

I won't let you run
I won't let you run
No one can help you escape
I won't let you run
There's nowhere left to run
There is never an escape

Tiny Dog (Nobody Cries)

Nobody listens to a thing you say anymore
Nobody's got the time to pray anymore
When you reach for the sky
You fall on your back to the floor
But nobody cries when you pack up, walk out the door

Nobody writes letters, makes phone calls,
Sings you a song
Your instincts are going
You forgot what it's like to be strong
You just stare in the mirror, wondering if you belong
Nobody will tell you where it was you went wrong

Nobody listens
Nobody cares
Nobody stalks you
Or blogs your affairs
You want more attention
You're begging for more
Nobody cries when you pack up, walk out the door
Yeah, nobody cries when you pack up, walk out the door

You're so very lonely, paparazzi don't wait on your street
You check the magazine stand for your picture
Week after week
As you reach for the sky, you fall on your back to the floor
But nobody cries when you pack up, walk out the door

Nobody listens
Nobody cares
Nobody stalks you
Or blogs your affairs
You want more attention
You're begging for more
Nobody cries when you pack up, walk out the door
Yeah, nobody cries when you pack up, walk out the door
Yeah, nobody cries when you pack up, walk out the door
Yeah, nobody cries…walk out the door

 

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