PureVolume

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Im cynical, they say
Petrified, maybe.
Disgusted by his ways,
A conscious is clear and I fear it is free to betray
Premeditated crime,
He plans and drinks until its time
A crutch to use upon his prey,
She didnt know, its not the way to love
And I will judge a book by its cover
Because you know its all we have
And I will judge a book by its cover
So break my binding, and tear my paper, just leave a page to sign your name.
Its evident today,
And the evidence lays awake,
Regretting her last drink,
Drank her way to the bed and she said go ahead with a wink.
Justifies his ways,
And he cant look at her face
He utters those three words
Shes oblivious but tomorrow she will learn.
Dont worry I can keep a secret
Dont worry he can keep a secret
Dont worry,
Come on now doll you know youve got a secret.

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You Won't Hear This

ts a quarter past four I packed my bags with less things than we hold in conversation, If thats even possible. I wish it werent true, but the fact that I could write this song, and you cant speak a word its why
Youre not my baby.
Oh Baby, and maybe,
Im crazy, yeah.
I dont want to have to write,
Dont want to have to write to you
But you made me.
You made me, because you never changed.
I think Ill move somewhere inviting, where my heart is not being lied to, Cause Ill keep on trying. But you cant change anyone, so put that smile behind your lack of effort, its the only thing that shows anyway.
Its why
Youll never change

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Green Eyes Dont Lie

Bathroom stalls and backseats
Roadside motels is where theyll meet
Will they ever learn?
Clothes hit the floor before you blink
Here naked heart begins to sink
Forget her name with one more drink.
Will they ever learn?
Hes gone before the morning
Youre never gonna see the dawning
Of this beautiful day.
My babys eyes, they dont lie
They got what youve been trying to find,
And we found it on the way.
So did the thought cross your mind?
That there is something more to life
Than bed sheets and blankets full of lies.
Five to one, to five to one, to one to five.
The lies, the lust, the trust, the random loveless fucks
The lust, the lust, the lust, the lust, the lust.
The shorter the skirt, the greater the fame.

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Temper Temper

Temper, temper
I never wanted to be
Temper, temper
I never wanted to be
Mr., Mr.
I cant hold it in.
No
Never, never
I had a feeling this would
Never, never
I had a feeling this would never leave,
Ive got a wick to burn my skin.
So I bottled it up and kept the words to myself
and let the anger collect for a better day.
When the words are aged,
The war is waged,
And youll watch me blow.
I can be your powder keg.
If you can be my fuse.
Clever, clever
Give me a reason to be
Clever, clever
Give me a reason to be
Placing all my trust in your hands.
No
Never, never
Dont even fuck with me,
Never, never
I tell myself that I know,
but Ill never know more than your name.
Dont, dont, dont, dont, dont worry doll,
I only kill him in my sleep.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock at your door.
You know I will send him out to sea.

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Suckerpunch

31 days to wreck your plastic face.
And its a disgrace to think I shook the hand that feeds this race.
So open up, open up like a Russian doll.
Youre the same, youre the same as the next one.
Dont you dare run.
Ive been doing that for years.
Look at my face
Does it smile and say Im okay?
Cause theres blood on your face
And thats just a taste
I want black and blues, I want black and blues.
Look at my face
Does it smile and say Im okay
You cross my path
And taste the words that you waste.
Ill take it to the grave.
Your word.
31 days comes with 31 ways to picture your face on the floor beneath me.
So take your best shot, Oh,you think youve got me now.
Youve got blood drops.
And your swollen, and Im wondering
When youre gonna make your move.
Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde
Dr. Jeckyl missed his flight.
Dr. Jeckyl, Dr. Jeckyl.
I want black and blues.

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The Gift of Paralysis

Alarming to the senses,
as the scent of latex,
and blinding white lights greet me.
Withered, weak, and weary,
his bones are bare and brittle,
can't rid this taste of surgery...
of surgery, accusing me...
of perjury, like surgery correcting me.
I'm bouncing in and out of my body,
as my eyes roll in rhythm,
and they wish to focus,
but they can't bear to see.
Our eyes are paralyzed
as your legs are canonized
with the water from these seas.
To own a heart that's half of yours...
these bones are mere accessories.
The doctor swears he heard me
stutter as muttered a startling repititious phrase.
And under anesthesia, I told him over and over again,
"This body's yours to keep," and though he swore to me,
he said he'd do as I please.
But I stand before you, upon these same selfish feet.
His neck, is shattered by the tides,
The ocean prays for his demise,
But I swear to you, I watched his heart pump blood into those veins...
...throwing punches...at ocean waves....
and as the tides retreat, I see the smile you see today...
...throwing punches...at ocean waves....