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Paper Dolls
04:36
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Baby
In order to truly redefine something
You need a comprehensive understanding of what it means in the first place!
Wie diese alten dinge
Ich könnte sie verwarfen
Aber vielleicht, wird jemand sie wollen
Ich habe keine Ahnung, warum jemand wie Sie filthy old trash haben möchte
But there’s an audience for everything
I’m stuck between a rock and your fist, babe
It’s a hard place for me to be
I’ve been here many, many, many times
And under these circumstances honey, oh
I know it’s time for one of you to go (bis noch nie, meine liebe)
Didn’t anticipate expulsion being as hard as it is right now
Can you touch me one more time?
Can you fold you paper limbs?
Shit, don’t crease them
Shit, don’t mar them honey
Maxwell, I need your cooperation (why?)
You know you can’t touch water
Or the paper you’re made of will soak and tear
And that’s the last thing we want, my darling, oh
I know you’re praying to get out of here (bis noch nie, meine liebe)
Like why’d I make you like I did, with pen and paper, skin and bone?
Can you fuck me one more time?
Can you stay intact just long enough to hold me?
Shit, don’t falter honey
Are you scared of me? (hast du Angst vor mir)?
Ich verstehe nicht, I’m just a baby
Sometimes I wake, middle of the night
To hear the rustling of paper
From my bedside table, I think everything and nothing of it at once
For now, all I wanna know is
Are we wrapping this up?
Or will it go on?
My god, I’m hoping that you’ll notice
I did this for you,
And limb from limb I’m torn
Pablo, William, Maxwell, Ruby
No, I’m not breaking, I just need to get my brain back on the shelf
And choose whose turn it is to go
But I love all of my little suckers so
Maybe I’ll have to take my life this time (bis noch nie, meine liebe)
And strike a match with paper fingers, set myself aside to burn
Can you cut me one more time?
Please, just don’t crease them
Please, just don’t mar them, honey
I’m just a baby
I’m just a baby
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Emotional Property
02:51
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You’re my emotional property
You’re my emotional currency
Is it a human rights violation of our rights, of our rights, I don’t know
You’re my emotional cabaret
In my emotional industry
Business is booming, yeah it’s booming, oh
We go regional in our world tour of chaos, Arden
You were in my dream last night
You’re my emotional property
You’re my emotional currency
Is it a human rights violation if we both like it?
I deal in special units of you
You’re my emotional cabaret
In my emotional industry
Business is booming, yeah it’s booming, oh
You’re going down on a sociopath in many more ways than one
Who’s using who when your interests are fulfilled?
You’re busy babe, you’re tied up and it’s true
In many more ways than one
What is the cave of your body when faceless, oh
I know, I know, my property, you’re still shaking on the outside
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90057
03:04
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Maybe it’s the non-nutrients in my stomach but
I hate you more than I ever have now
Right now
I want a tiny camera strapped around your tiny feet so I can see how you waste your time when you don’t spend it with me
My darling,
Hating you just hurts but loving you is even worse
When I drag open drooping eyelids to find
Nothing in the place where you should be
Dead or alive
I don’t care
You’re just wanted by the agency of me
I’ve got 600-pound men
You’ve got a bounty on your head
So give up or lose your fingernails and teeth
Maybe you’re just busy, on your feet, your stomach weak
But the red flags under my eyelids wave and say
“I want a tiny impact on your lifespan, double mine
So if you use me like a toy part of your consciousness will whine”
My lover,
Hating you is hard but loving you will leave me scarred
Too bad, too late, two times a night, I study all your muscle mass
Until I see you in the shower
When my eyes are closed
You scare me like I’ve never been scared before
And I’ve got artillery
Machine guns galore
But that won’t stop you from seeing through my clothes
You know I don’t like cops, and if it were up to me I wouldn’t have gone at all
But it was state-mandated, and so I sat there in the victims’ department like a little clam, closing and opening with each breath
Giving the secretary and everybody sitting inside a glinting view of the ocean-floor rubbed pearl inside
You had full access every hour I let you, once wine drunk on the wood of your apartment floor
Are you scared, now, of the weakness I’ve converted into law?
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My Escape Route
03:51
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On my way home and my
Pupils beg me to just pull the shades over
I comply and sure it
Takes a minute but my pupils rest assured
I make my way to my patient new brain
I know that she’s not what I intended, but better
I oil her face, tighten screws, promise her
This is something larger than either of us can feign
So are you gonna start
Engaging lip movement, eye-batting, coy and coquette
And are you gonna start
Emoting, using your intuitive alphabet
I know what you’ve been doing, I’m watching your fingers dull my psyche’s gloss
But I’m blind to the escape routes, it’s my loss
On my airplane and the
Wings don’t falter cause I crafted it that way
Bite a plastic sandwich, rubber coffee has me breathing and awake
And wheels meet ground, smooth like new razor blades
I step into my callous detachment accolade
Without a sound, I unboard and make haste
Move, I’ve got a metal lady waiting at my place
So are you gonna start
Engaging provocation, pushing amorous tone
And are you gonna start
Studying mannerisms and imitating prone to
Know what you’ve been doing, I’m watching your fingers dull my psyche’s gloss
But I’m blind to the escape routes, it’s my loss
Are you, are you gonna, eclipse our space
Six seconds on the global timeline
Are you, are you gonna, eclipse our space
Six seconds on the global timeline
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Black Dahlia Style
04:39
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She's short, brunette, and angel-faced and assumes the best of the world
And twisted tight inside my heart I feel for the stupid girl
But that's not my fault
I stay on track and push her through the fancy dinner
When she asks to go home I drive past her house and promise I'll work hard to win her
So we get inside and I watch as she trips over furniture trying to impress me
And I laugh and I smile and pretend to be charmed but I'm waiting until she'll undress me and I'll jump on the chance
I can tell that she's scared
Away from her home
Nobody knows where my angel is but me
Bleeding out in my basement
Black Dahlia style
Nobody tries to find her; they can't see
Till she shows up dismembered
And they mourn for a while
She's tall and thin and raven-haired and talks soft and soothing and smooth
And I know it's cliche to care but this one feels too precious to lose
That's not my fault
I stay on track, flush hazy pink when I’m supposed to
And I let her eyes think I’m starting to sink into my seat, till she's not opposed to my offer
I take her hand in my arm and pitch my voice up high
Four octaves seems like enough
Wait till I'm crying in bed
Like I have to do this
I have to go through with this, I'm sorry
Nobody knows where my angel is but me
Bleeding out in my basement
Black Dahlia style
And nobody tries to find her, they can't see
Till she shows up dismembered
And they mourn for a while
She’s blonde and green-eyed, petrified as her wet dress clings to her skin
She’s desperate and throw-away and it feels less successful to win
That’s not my fault
I stop the car, slide to a halt and start to greet her
And as soon as I speak my body goes weak and I wish I hadn’t wanted to meet her
The gravity of it all presses my shoulders deep
And empathy-stomach bawling messes hold me clean-cut for the realization
It hurts when it’s me
I told her, “nobody knows where my angel is but me,”
I’ll hold her head up and watch nod like, “I agree”
It’s the mutated redundancy
Dictating decisions I make
Nobody knows where my angel is but me
Bleeding out in my basement
Black-dahlia style
And nobody tries to find her, they can't see
Till she shows up dismembered
And they mourn for a while
Till she shows up dismembered
And they mourn for a while
Till she shows up dismembered
And they mourn for a while
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I wanna make you hate yourself
As much as I love you
Just so you can see
How much you mean to me
I like you more than slightly
Drifting out of awareness
My head on my pillow
Two hours behind you, honey, how’d we get here?
I know that it’s early but I can’t
Expel you from my mind
I like you than slightly
I know that it’s early but I trust
In you to take your time
No other motherfucker in the world does things like you and I do
I like you more than slightly, honey, I just wanna bite you
I dip a little finger into love, I find it hurts like last time
But I’m still into pain, I promise
All in moderation
I wanna be your pre-flight therapist
In the bathroom watch you Euro-grip
And pull my fingers through all of the texture
When I shampoo my hair I wish I could shampoo yours
And run my fingers over all the texture
My god, I’m sinking
Locked up inside your orbit
I’m overheating
My brain and body know it
You come in sporting a coat of emotional detachment
Every subway passenger adores
It’s not like you lack a lust for the human interaction;
More like you just don’t know what it’s for
I don’t care that we’re still covered in a sweaty membrane
Doesn’t matter to me
All I wanna know is while we’re here, why don’t we turn it all off
God, you’re still so young
You don’t know how I’ll get to you
When your eyes are closed, you don’t know
How I’ll tear you up
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