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nothing really cures the ache living in a world like this
nothing really fills that rage of living in a world like this
nothing really distracts us enough from living in a world like this
nothing really numbs you out from living in a world like this
and the angels that exist and take care
of the people that We Know
died a long long time ago
and the people in the streets
know the dreadful fantasy
that everything fine Is gone
inundated With solutions
that just aren’t good enough
everything feels empty living in a world like this
everything feels stone cold living in a world like this
everything feels broken living in a world like this
everything feels hopeless living in a world like this
the people that we see In very sparse crowds
look like they’ve lost their way now
the trust we used to have
that life loved us back
abandoned us so long ago
we hold onto our memories
as they start to fade
they get farther and harder
to remember
and the birds cry
in empty parks
the dust piles up
under clean carpets
the wind blows fast
in a mundane century
cars drive fast
through gray landscapes
tired eyes
still find a way to smile
our ties to eachother
are stronger than we are
our ties to eachother
are stronger than we are
i’m tired of living in a world like this
there is no living in a world like this
shut out from living In a world like this
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teenager
06:12
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remember...you were pressured into having sex again
they made you hug the guy at 9th and 1st for a camel
you were a dove with dirty feathers
now, you’re cleaned up, but you don’t see...yourself
you lived a makeshift life
but you pushed all that down for good
and you intellectualize every blurb of thought passing through your mind
you know you’re tired
you see it in your eyes
remember...
you ran from the police as a teenager
you ran from your parents as a teenager
you ran from your friends as a teenager
you ran into lovers
you ran from the others
and all you ever wanted was to not be told
all the things you thought you already knew
and you can’t remember what anybody told you
adadadadada
remember...your body in the park all night, no going home
you’re lying on the concrete, hoping you’re not dying
here comes the siren, that's not for you
you know you’re an orphan
and you’ve made the world your orphan too
you know you’re tired
you see it in your eyes
remember...
you ran from the police as a teenager
you ran from your parents as a teenager
you ran from your friends as a teenager
you ran into lovers
you ran from the others
and all you ever wanted was to not be told
all the things you thought you already knew
and you can’t remember what anybody told you
adadadadada
walking in the park with mommy
they said you were a special child
well they say that to everybody
everybody knows you are a child
you know you’re tired
you see it in your eyes
remember...
you ran from the police as a teenager
you ran from your parents as a teenager
you ran from your friends as a teenager
you ran into lovers
you ran from the others
and all you ever wanted was to not be told
all the things you thought you already knew
and you can’t remember what anybody told you
adadadadada
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breakdown
04:02
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When was the last time you truly felt exhilarated and free?
Personally it was when I was a teenager, before this period of the world began.
I would like to feel this way again someday and under the current circumstances of the world it is looking pretty bleak
We dont know where to find that voice, a semblance, a piece of when you were young, when your eyes were crushing probes looking towards the future
Someone put windows in cement walls to look out on cement buildings
Someone put plastic cars on highways to look out at pruned forests
The earth rots under frozen leadership
The sun comes up over techno music
In corners of basements and underneath bridges
We’re just looking for a break from the breakdown
I was a child with an ache in my chest
Youth culture and plastic interactions
Im just trying to get by while the world breaks down
When the past dies, but the symbology remains, the present can't live up to its past
Pale skies weep for the world’s music and its songs
Trying to unravel in a fashionable way I had hoped to end up a new person
All the pastel ads are begging to uproot me.
The earth rots under frozen leadership
The sun comes up over techno music
In corners of basements and underneath bridges
We’re just looking for a break from the breakdown
The earth rots under frozen leadership
The sun comes up over techno music
In corners of basements and underneath bridges
We’re just looking for a break from the breakdown
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We lay down in my white blanket
Talking about our crushed up pain
That blinds us from the present
Cause we’re so worried about the future
We run through midtown and the upper east side
Making fun of the boring buildings
That make us feel small and alone
And asleep while walking
We peer through holes
In construction sites
Hoping to find something
Real
Crushed by
A thousand fears at once
We take shelter
Under pillows
in heated rooms
Gusts of wind
Throw punches
At our dreams
Everyday At 5pm
Dominic Lenox: Dusk In The City
I know that when the twilight rises upon the sky it is time to go
I miss it,
I love the outside world where nothing can bother me, nothing
The buildings and streets are lonesome, they hate it when the darkness hits them
Hoping to replace lost time
We dance on weekends
And drink lots of beer
We can make stories about strangers
And bask in uncomfortable situations
In hopes to fulfill a promise
That life is not a boring episode
We get dressed up
With lipstick on
And straightened hair
To be self conscious in public
If we didn’t do that, we would have nothing.
Crushed by
A thousand fears at once
We take shelter
Under pillows
in heated rooms
Gusts of wind
Throw punches
At our dreams
Everyday At 5pm
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5. |
find things beautiful
04:19
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All skylines look the same
I don’t feel anything when I look at them
And mountains, they’re up so high but
I feel nothing when I see all those houses
Things crept into my head
I was sleeping under my manic bedspread
Do do do do do do do, do do do do do do do, do do do do do do do
Cause when I’m stuck inside a hole
It’s hard to find things beautiful
While the boys and the girls and their plastic pearls
party hop in a plastic world
It’s hard to find things beautiful
It’s hard to find things beautiful
I fall asleep while walking
Down the trails of Central Park
And I hear voices
That I cannot shut off
And the voices tell me
That there is no love
And my heart closes up
I give up
Cause when I’m stuck inside a hole
It’s hard to find things beautiful
While the boys and the girls and their perfume curls
Are serious about their modern world
It’s hard to find things beautiful
It’s hard to find things beautiful
Cause when I’m stuck inside a hole
It’s hard to find things beautiful
While the boys and the girls and their modern world
Are serious about their perfume curls
It’s hard to find things beautiful
It’s hard to find things beautiful
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