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i'm not that meal from maccies
Idk what to do cus everything i do reminds me of you
And when it reminds me of you it's become something that i'm used

To do what must be done
Time to run, and become the smoking gun

Professional rebel
Undercover, on the run
Covert instigator
I have the smoking gun

bringing me back to you
And it will be a long summer for us
And I'm no longer afraid
Of what might come along the way
Just the two of us sitting by the beach

Dear father, I have sinned
Shame haunts me
My existence is a lie, don't you see?
What a fool I have been, guided by simplicity
My brothers have

with that
Paper on my tongue
And again my answers
Come in chemicals and trees
But what kind of man have I become
Girl you know that you could have
Been

Top off a solo cup
Do my dirt by my solo
I don't no one
Talking like you a army
When we at arms lengths
That will make you a target thinking you're

one to stay here
Fuck Valentine's day
Yeah fuck Valentine's day
I ain't afraid of love
I am afraid of what it becomes
I ain't afraid of you
It doesn't

cherish those moments down by the park 
But if we never change how can we become who we are 
Supposed to Be

What does it feel like now, being never remembered for anything
Good
I've been waiting
I've been hating
You
Hey, since you left me
I've gotten by

Sad, young thing
Sat behind glass
Where have the years gone
Gone by so fast
And if you could
Do it all again
Would it be any different
Would you

again
Count to ten and breathe in the stench
Try to think happy thoughts before this body rots
And becomes one with the earth
Do they see me
Do they even

overcoming
A real world gift
to us




Tuesday, December 19th

Outside the world is being swallowed by white mist, inside of the homes humans become shadows,

become my home?
Forgotten to the caves

I feel like the world keeps changing around me
My future is out there but it's some place I can't see
Oh I can't

were silent
It's up to you to take this into your own hands
There are no excuses
I was created by my own will
And no one could ever shape me
If I were

down and relax
If I fall, it would be pushin' that, narrative, they express repetitive
I really think they're scared of vic, and what I could become
Like

to be

cnd the crowd cries for more
But the stage is empty
cnd I'm waiting by your door
Like a thousand times before
I don't know why you're haunting me

I'll make it worth the ask
You thought you wanted it all, but you don't want it anymore
So what do you say, please take this curse away
So you come to me

And become a bride
Tears in my eyes as you give me away to a new life
But in that moment I'll remember
One, two, three
Standing on your boots in the kitchen

I serve my head on a platter
Wish I were dead, by now what does it matter?
Make your amends and prepare for the slaughter
Taste my revenge
Cause if

Kicked and beaten as a child
Slapped and battered and reviled
Bullied by those larger than me
Forced to asphalt I could not flee
Bruised and bloody

Una Palabra

Outlandish

Closer Than Veins

2006

day by day getting out of hand
You don't want me to be an inspiration
You wanna blame me for agitation
How can you tell me 'bout participation
When

I toss and turn all night tryna figure out who to fight
What decisions can I make to try to make things right?
And I don't know, I become lost in my

You can call me Sylvia
I've seen you walk on by
With your naughty smile you shoot me high
To the night light, so bright

You can call me Sylvia
You

Sunday Lover

Guano Apes

Bel Air

2011

I always take it easy
And I'm gonna make you feel good
So tell me all the secrets
Let's celebrate the night
Soon or later
We'll become the love