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this is not what you're supposed to see.

it's hard to tell the difference between blood and water these days.

i don't wanna be the one, be the one who has the sun's blood on my hands, i'll tell the moon.

i'm the son of all i've done, i'm the son of all i've done.

dig a little deeper and it's crystal clear, clear, clear.

i take my face off at the door 'cause i don't know who they will take me for.

introspection is the name of this session, spread this infection, reflect it on the next one the next one, the next one and when we're done we'll all have made something new under the sun.

empathy might be on the brink of extinction.

no one else is dealing with your demons, meaning maybe defeating them can be the beginning of your meaning, friend.

on the eve of a day that is bigger than us, but we open our eyes 'cause we're told that we must, and the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead, desperately yelling "there's something we need."

you are the pearl, i am the swine, so break my life and take this rhyme.

i don't wanna be the one, be the one who has the sun's blood on my hands, i'll tell the moon.

tie a noose around your mind, loose enough to breathe fine and tie it to a tree tell it "you belong to me, this ain't a noose, this is a leash and i have news for you, you must obey me."

i'm not trying to be lying to you, but it takes a clever guy to do what i do.

we all know somebody who knows somebody who's doing great.

i ponder of something great, my lungs will fill and then deflate.

i know that you all have guns, and you never put the safety on.

clearly, i am dying, dearly, i am writing, merely testifying that a test to fly requires, i pass the test with colors flying.

please tell 'em, you have no plans for me. i will set my soul on fire, what have i become?

i will set my soul on fire, what have i become? i'm sorry.

i know what you think in the morning when the sun shines on the ground, and shows what you have done.

leave me alone, leave me alone.

most of us listen if it's something we can relate to, all of us relate if it's something we've just been through

it shows where your mind has gone.and you swear to your parents that it will never happen again.

it ain't the speakers that bump hearts, it's our hearts that make the beat.

i liked it better when my car had sound.

i know, i know-ow-ow what that means, i know-ow-ow-ow-ow.

i can't feel you, but still know where home is, feeling like jonah did.

some see a pen, i see a harpoon.

you will never know what's behind my skull.