1. |
Farewell
03:58
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I’m not drowning, I’m waving
At a slowly shrinking boat
I’m jealous of the waves
That I know you will tame
What’s left for us but farewell?
What’s left for us but farewell?
What’s left but farewell, baby?
I’m honored by your leave
Because really what it means
Proof that time to time
The universe is kind
What’s left for us but farewell?
What’s left for us but farewell?
What’s left but farewell, baby?
I’m terrified of life
Without you by my side
But some day we will pass
Across a crowded floor
We’ll catch each other’s eyes
Share nothing but a smile
Together cry in wake
For the tender strength we gave
We’ll find us at the end
If not as lovers then as friends
It’s beautiful the way
There’ll be nothing left to say
There’s nothing left to say
There’s nothing left to say
What’s left for us but farewell?
What’s left for us but farewell?
What’s left for us but farewell?
What’s left for us but farewell?
I’m not drowning, I’m waving
I’m not drowning, I’m waving
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2. |
Another Devil
03:13
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How does it feel now it’s gone?
You wasted away every second of it
Here comes the devil
And all is lost
Here comes the devil
He’s such a doll
You know it’s not like they say it
When you die there’s no escaping from it
You wander around like you’re living
You fill up your time talking to gothics
Until the devil
He brings you home
Here comes the devil
Dome ego sum
(Shinra Knives)
sanguinem bibimus
Corpus edimus
tolle corpus Satanae
avē, avē Antichriste
Avē Satana!
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3. |
Do You Still Love Me
03:44
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When I’m down for the count
I mean really down
When I’m sliding leagues below
Into the warm embrace of the unknown
Oooo
Do you still love me?
Even when I’m on my way down?
Oooo
Do you still love me?
Even when I’m on my way down?
Will you carry me with you
Like a hot cross on a sinner’s chest
Am I worthy of your love
Long after I’m dead?
Oooo
Will you still love me?
Even when I’m never coming home
Oooo
Do you still love me?
You can say yes I would never know
Oooo
Do you still love me?
Even when I’m on my way down?
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4. |
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I’m so glad that I could make it
I never got the invitation
I’ll take my rawhide in the basement
I don’t wanna upset your guests
Is it me?
Am I breaking my own heart?
It’s me
I’m breaking my own heart
I’ve got no one else to blame
Can’t seem to put my telephone phone away
I’ve got nothing else to do
Than self-destruct in front of you
Is it me?
Am I breaking my own heart?
It’s me
I’m breaking my own hear
(Adam Schatz saxophone solo)
Is it me?
Am I breaking my own heart?
It’s me
I’m breaking my own heart
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5. |
Heaven Knows I'm In Hell
03:56
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Heaven knows
I’m in hell
Virgil walked me here
Right to you
If I had died in my mother’s arms
I’d be fawning on Mary up above but
Heaven knows
I’m in hell chasing you
Heaven knows
I’m hell
As I was above
Here as well
May love lead us to one Death
Let it be treacherous, let it be true
And may Death lead me to you
Take me with you
Wherever you go
That’s heaven for me
Paradise or brimstone
I will walk the length of the river
If you will it I will swim too
Just let it empty to you
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6. |
Table Rock Antichrist
05:58
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I want to walk in velvety bluffs with you every day
And we don’t really speak so we don’t really fight
I wanna eat mushrooms that we found on the way
And when I lose it I find calm in your eyes
Our Table Rock Antichrist child is waiting
And nobody likes to be made to wait very long
I want to dress in matching white sheer in the bluffs when we’re old
And forget all the names of our friends
And we smile ‘cause the hollowers scoff when we end up in church
It’s only natural to have nerves at the end
Table Rock Antichrist calling us home
Nobody likes to be made to wait
Silver Dollar City is calling our names
Nobody likes to be made to wait very long
The Shepherd of the Hills is calling us home
Nobody likes to be made to wait very long
The Table Rock Antichrist calling us home
(Eric Hudson guitar solo)
Table Rock Antichrist calling us home
Nobody likes to be made to wait
Silver Dollar City is calling our names
Nobody likes to be made to wait very long
The Shepherd of the Hills is calling us home
Nobody likes to be made to wait very long
The Table Rock Antichrist calling us home
Nobody likes to be made to wait
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7. |
In Poor Taste
03:30
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You always said you were
Gonna be bald
Got it from your moms side
You swore to god
I can’t help feeling
Cheated by the thought
That I’ll never find out
If you were right or not
It’s hard to say your name
Yet I say it all the time anyways
Strange that make me feel
Better never reaching out
Or skipping the wake
In my defense it was on my birthday
Well here I go makin’ it all about me
I can’t let you have anything
In poor taste and I know you’d hate this
To treat your absence like presence escaping
Better not reaching out
But I do it anyway
In my defense I don’t have anything good to say
Well here I go makin’ it all about me
I can’t let you have anything
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8. |
Canto Of Queens
04:55
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Some passions cut so deep
You measure it in leagues
His eyes were like a sheep
But his bay was far from bleating
His heart gentle enough
Enough to mimic love
Enough to draw my touch
Bathe his brother’s blade in blood
And now we circle ‘round and around
Around and around
Around and around
Some penance is so wry
You just can’t help but smile
Now we’ve got nothing but time
Tail of minos ‘round us twice
Now draw my touch again
Draw through the tempest wind
The dizziness and sin
Draw me close enough to kiss
While we circle ‘round and around
Around and around
Around and around
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9. |
Holy immolation
04:00
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Fruitless as the days are patient
There’s nothing left to do but laugh
In the absence of some holy immolation
I can’t help feel godly wrath
I’m holding out for godliness or something
But nothing ever comes, nothing ever feels right
Hope for divine intervention
Nothing intervenes but you
So I want you to be the death of me
I’ve never been so sure of anything
Holding for a total dissolution
But everyone carries on wearing their seatbelts
I’m holding for apocalyptic trumpets
But it’s crickets all the time, maybe it’s a punchline
I want you to be the death of me
I’ve never been so sure of anything
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10. |
Here Comes The Devil
03:09
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I would free fall
With smile on my face
Through the gates of hell
If I knew you were waiting
I could lose everything
Every dollar I’ve made
Break every bone in my face
To spend one more day with you
Ooo
Here comes the devil
Ooo
Here he comes
Tell me about the afterlife
Is it what they say
Is it harps and babies
Or is compost in a grave?
I always see the back of your head
Never seeing your face
You never turn around
When I shout your name
Ooo
Here comes the devil
Ooo
Here he comes
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