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No Antidote
04:03
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I met a woman of great elegance
she's got a heart that quite venomous
high heels, black dress with the porcelain skin
crimson lips and gripping grin
I am hypnotized by
you, angel eyes
speaking words of pure trouble
to feed the beast beneath the rubble
of rituals in your profession
built from charm and indiscretion
sorrow wants my bones
wrapped in velvet and gold
ain't got no antidote
drank the poison, now i'm just a ghost
leave my body down by the riverside
to travel the world when the water's high
intricate images, simply limitless
her nails scrape the side of my neck
shooting bullet in the dark straight for my heart
better hit the deck
wired out of my brain no sleep for the devil
can't even settle down, my bones tremble now
fighting to level out
oh-oh it's something special
the sound of her voice echoes (echoes)
off the walls (off the walls)
ain't got no antidote
drank the poison, now i'm just a ghost
leave my body down by the riverside
to travel the world when the water's high
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there's no sense of time
down by the cherry tree
just numbers and fascinations
swaying in the subtle breeze
the roots are twisting beneath my feet (beneath my feet)
casting shadows on us like a movie screen (yeah)
what a beautiful routine
and it's still lonely day and night (day and night)
my feelings are blue
and the world's black and white
oh won't you meet me down by the cherry tree
where the legends live and the air is sweet
and we can cruise all night we ain't gotta hide
but if you riding with me you gotta stay by my side
and drop, drop, drop your mask and knife
and the blank pages that keep killing us in this fight
it's getting old, it's getting I just want to be free
so free sitting by the cherry tree
no thrill possesses me anymore
and i miss the charm, i miss her love,
i miss the high that keeps me floating above
my thoughts
oh what time
oh what a shot
They say a cherry tree symbolizes the beauty of life
Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm through with this life
Sometimes I wonder what to do with this knife
I'd ask for help, but i ain't into human advice
Wanna be with you every night. (every night,every day)
And when you're outta my sight,... I cant be okay
Cause I'm crazy, I'm psycho.
I'm aiming a rifle at mother-fuckers that demands me to pray
I miss the times, when I could live and let live
But now my best memory, was a cigarette
All of my enemies fall down like your leaves do,
This is were I find peace, I would never leave you
I'm a rarity, even therapy won' give me clarity, or sanity,
Dannys transparent. Don't nobody care for me
So when I'm on my death bed, very little air to breathe
Bury me, carefully, Down by the cherry tree
oh won't you meet me down by the cherry tree
where the legends live and the air is sweet
and we can cruise all night we ain't gotta hide
but if you riding with me you gotta stay by my side
and drop, drop, drop your mask and knife
and the blank pages that keep killing us in this fight
it's getting old, it's getting I just want to be free
so free sitting by the cherry tree
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Dead Ends
02:58
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say hello, words like chemicals
I'm a ghost, trapped in the shadows
lurking in the dark
searching for hearts to steal
but i'm afraid of falling in love
but deep inside i just cant get enough
you stole my heart
you killed me dead
you shot me twice
and you still wanna be friends
what the hell is going on inside your head?
you have left me at another dead end
stop playing around (playing around)
well I am lost and you still kick me to the ground
I keep shaking my head (shaking my head)
cause I'm in love and it's fucking me up
but deep inside i just cant get enough
you stole my heart
you killed me dead
you shot me twice
and you still wanna be friends
what the hell is going on inside your head?
you have left me at another dead end
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Build Me Up
03:52
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I, left my hear out on the east coast
and the water swallowed it
buried deep beneath the weight of my own tribulation
leaves me asking, "who the hell am I facing?"
when I go searching for clarity
with a loaded gun to my back
rattles my bones from head to toe
even an old soul is weak
oh these street lights in the whites of my destitute eyes
harrowed by the must to evince our demise
build me up, beyond surrender
different drug, but the same lover
I'm fucking good at what I do
but I'm not the best and I acknowledge that
Gon' keep writing when I'm on my death bed
Gon' keep learning well after I'm dead
and I might haunt your kitchen cabinets
in the middle of the night
and cook a couple strips of bacon and a few egg whites
the sound of my voice could charm any girl I like
I don't need any more burdens
I've got enough in this fight
oh these street lights in the whites of my destitute eyes
harrowed by the must to evince our demise
build me up, beyond surrender
different drug, but the same lover
but the same lover
build me up
but the same lover
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Silhouettes
03:20
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I've seen all the scars on your skin
and all the lies you're buried in (buried in)
now I'm standing on your doorstep
looking through the window frame
all I see are figures looking back at me
Silhouettes examine us
we're just trying to, we're just trying to adjust
oh-oh-oh
oh-oh-oh
winter comes around, please don't take my heart
I need the warmth of something
I need the warmth of love
illusions take hold of me
like storms consuming trees
Silhouettes examine us
we're just trying to, we're just trying to adjust
oh-oh-oh
oh-oh-oh
Silhouettes examine us
we're just trying to, we're just trying to adjust
oh-oh-oh
oh-oh-oh
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The Murder City
03:54
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theories inhabit the cryptic mind
suffocating the fluctuating undefined
they're impetuous tyrants of compelling concepts
from numerous encounter and contexts
it's oh so sweet
I can't compete
pack your bags cause we're going to the murder city
the stakes are high and the girls are pretty
put a bullet through the heart
put a bullet through the brain
either way contemplation won't change
and we're driving on the interstate
with the windows down, yelling at the people in the crowd
like "how the hell did you figure out who to be?'
cause I'm still living, tripping over my feet
I would play your vocal chords like a violin (like a violin)
just to record the rich melody of your mysteries within
you better watch out, better watch your back
cause Imma creep up on you, you're under attack
I said you're under attack
pack your bags cause we're going to the murder city
the stakes are high and the girls are pretty
put a bullet through the heart
put a bullet through the brain
either way contemplation won't change
and we're driving on the interstate
with the windows down, yelling at the people in the crowd
like "how the hell did you figure out who to be?'
cause I'm still living, tripping over my feet
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Drunk On Summer
02:24
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swallow your pretensions of sovereignty
endless attention is all we eat
dark shades and a white tie
brown boots and a steady high
sun in the sky, '98 wagon on the interstate headed for the night
optimism is the business I love
but the devil is the manager and he's conquering my beliefs one by one
no need to suffer, no need to run
cause I'm drunk on summer
yeah we're drunk on summer
oh my god
drunk on summer
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Iron Shields
02:43
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I've seen the skies in the East coast
as the moon drags the sun down
we were wrapped in layers of gold
out hearts are young but our souls were old
we're dancing like iron shields
out in the open on the battlefield
we're dancing like iron shields
out in the open on the battlefield
we spun around the world 'till our brains were fractals
now we're facing situations that we simply just can't tackle
bare my bones in the freezing cold
and rip my heart like it's a piece of gold
we're dancing like iron shields
out in the open on the battlefield
we're dancing like iron shields
out in the open on the battlefield
I've seen the skies in the East coast
as the moon drags the sun down
we were wrapped in layers of gold
out hearts are young but our souls were old
we're dancing like iron shields
out in the open on
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where do I go when the phone rings?
cause there's no answer in the house
I'm just walking these hallways
hoping to be found
trying to stay sane like a surgeon with a nervous hand
stitching up the wounds of a deadly business man
the adrenaline is genuine
chills of ecstasy and haunting melodies
I'm in your veins like heroin
you're the goosebumps on my skin
oh we're lost at 3 in the morning
I'm in your veins like heroin
you're the goosebumps on my skin
oh we're lost at 3 in the morning
footsteps like raindrops falling on a roof
erratic words echo and avid hearts consume
the speculations of illustrations on trepidations
painted in our brains for emulations of devastation
I'm drinking poison straight from the bottle
my vision blurs as I reach for bottom
I hit the floor and I'm forgotten
but I wake in my bed like it's not uncommon
I'm in your veins like heroin
you're the goosebumps on my skin
oh we're lost at 3 in the morning
I'm in your veins like heroin
you're the goosebumps on my skin
oh we're lost at 3 in the morning
I'm having lucid dreams
not the same kind as Martin Luther King
the kind that keep confusing me
my friend shot me with an uzi
then threw me out of a moving jeep
then went to my funeral, read my eulogy
I looked at satan and said "it's just you and me"
I do these things while I'm getting my beauty sleep, man who would think?
that's how my mind works
everywhere I look I see fireworks
I try to fly it works
I get so high up in the sky
you can't tell me nothing
if I fall, hell is coming I guarantee it
better believe it, if I dream it, it happens in real life
IRL, abbreviated even if we're inebriated
I think we made it
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Winter Time Blues
02:43
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oh, fingers down my spine like needles
so ravishing, but plenty lethal
just addicts looking for an excuse
can't get enough of that winter time blues
bite my neck, watch the hairs stand tall
goosebumps rise and fall
no one can ever break through
the haze of the winter blues
it's that winter time blues
and you know it's true
it's that winter time blues
it's coming for you
the bitter cold holds my heart with all of it's strength
I don't know how, how the hell I'm gonna play this game
oh I think I'm going insane
it's that winter time blues
and you know it's true
it's that winter time blues
it's coming for you
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Remy Styrk Kansas
Remy Styrk is a composer and creator. Born to a homeless heroin addict in Newark, New Jersey in 1999. At the age of 14 months, he was adopted by a couple, the husband, a fashion photographer and wife, a creative director. His parents’ love of the arts helped deepen his curiosity in music and the creation of it. ... more
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