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to go back, I had so much fun
But you're my home when the day is done

So I left, packed my missing bags
And I kept all these tattered scraps of me
To sew

Tattered canvas
Take from the gowpen
We tried
Scourged and burning
Stumble to run
We'll struggle till the end

Pow
Clever the count
To disperse his precious

relax into motion
Unstoppable on top of all this soul commotion

Burn through the violence of silence
Raise tattered plumes and bring your tattoos to life

To even catch the news
That you speak
To the sheets
And the inner seams
Of my tattered jeans
And you hated it
Just like you hate the words
That I sing
Oh

Now it might be tattered, bleached out and battered
But it's still my little home town

Factory's gone with the steady day jobs, that kept 
Farmers

Park
And you find you lost your way stumbling through the dark
Don't you let it get you down

When you're torn and tattered when you're broken all apart

The cornucopia of carnage
Leaves behind a broken mind
A tattered document of a man
Unable to leave it all behind

Sometimes the noose
Gets tighter on my neck

was this king of ages past
Who shed his throne for tattered robes and tears windblown? You might ask
He was the word of God that breathed creation
Oh

shattered again
I'm tattered again
Ain't nothin gonna help but time

Take it easy on me
I've been bleeding, can't you see
I'm shattered again

I'm shattered

over again

Isn't it everyone's nightmare to be left alone
Banished and defeated, tattered, torn and cold
And isn't it everyone's nightmare to be

I look at the world like something else
And put my pieces on the shelf
My tattered heart lays on the floor
Oh breathing's such a chore
I wish it

with a tattered sail
Let's grab this life by the neck and
Ask why existence is such a mess cause
I'd rather not spend my dying breath
In the shadow

folks, and feel at home 
Like a Sunday morning
The music fills my soul
If these tattered walls could talk
You'd hear stories of revival
I got all the love 

the summer felt endless, the air was hot, tattered and torn, the shadows
Tall
You slept in dreams of falling stars, I was faded like these trees, the trees let

said of these broken pieces
In this hollow heart
(I'm left in tattered pieces)
There's more to me than what you can see but you'd have to listen
(And you

remembered? 
What I've already forgotten 
This world I know is sugar sweet that's why all my teeth are rotten 
 
Conspiracy's won't let me be. Torn and tattered

mind the barriers, take me to the other side

Like the wind upon broken waters, like a fire with tattered flames
It's the way that I don't know what

to start
With these scattered, tattered fragments of my heart

Waking up each morning, feeling empty inside
Missing your touch, your laugh, your smile so

the silence of chaos, my cries were crowded.

In the abyss where hope flickered, frail,
Against addiction's storm, a tattered sail.
Yet, in the tempest's eye, I

still rage on
So many years of darkness
Still these tattered flags refuse to fall
This fog engulfing
This war eternal
This stance of conflict
Sees not

On a hotel room with tattered interior

Go to sleep give me some sweet dreams Tennessee ain't it neat ain't it fun
In my head my thoughts pretend but elle fait

inventory
I want fulfillment up on a platter
More than efficient when broken and tattered
I got the spirit, I follow the patterns
It's down or up so I'm

and tattered
I know, I know
You wonder does it even matter
I know, I know

My head's just tryna forget myself
Feel so useless, left on the shelf
Tryna piece

Where do I even start
Tattered, falling apart
Tattered, falling apart
Tattered, falling apart
Do my best to play my part
But it was rigged from the start