manifest love absent of hindrancedesire strips me of directionmanifest love absent of hindrance60 secondsit's clear againit's real againit's clear againolive nights strip me (of hope)times too far to fightbut i know we'l . . .
your mascara is running dollbulletproof and tall as Jesusbaby, you're just another blonde humming alonghumming along to your own two-bit lullabyeyou must be jinxednever leave a hot minute coldyou're livin' a lie...yeahat . . .
excuse my solecism(but it's nothing unknown)looking backmistakes are always blindingselfishness and servanthooddefine inner visionstrength liquefied by dissentdon't be nervousi'm far from the end of my ropeloyalty procee . . .
i am the shrieking in the back of your headi am the child scratching at the walls of your basementi am what's buried in your back yardi am what's underneath your floorboards...watching youi am your sicknessi am your cure . . .
if there is a Godthen i want to know if there is a truthloneliness is a torture when there is no one to reach outif you heal her motherthen she will believebelieve that there is a creatorbelieve that there is a Godif the . . .
my heart is breaking in twoi'm never good enough for yousometimes i wish i never had youthey put hands over your eyes and told you that you were blindthey've turned the words of Christ against youi have nothing to offer . . .
what is it worth when all my life's posessions are worthless?you quench the thirst of every living beastoh lord, you know my heart's desireplease don't let what i didn't render stand in the waywhy do i beat myself up abo . . .
looking out the corner of my eye(silence was golden)the shimmering lightsinspired by the sting and shimmering lightsthe shimmering lightslooking out the corner of my eyeonce again silence was goldenas the drone of fail t . . .
the 2:48 lieget upstart upstrut upwalk upput on your maskcause what they want to tell you is how they want to make models of you(models of you)bleed youstrike youthere are beginnings for all endsto makecreatetransform us . . .
these elvis impersonators make your trigger finger itchkill the lightskill the music(this ain't vegas and you ain't elvis)you've been blinded by the stars in your eyescome on cowboy, blow me awayblow them awayi'm just dy . . .
get out of this rut that you hatebut you have it to have itjust because they told you that you must do as they doyou're afraid of lonelinesswhere did you hide your respect inside of who you think you are?you have cut off . . .
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