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Track Name: END CREDITS.
Handcuffs on my heart, that’s cardiac arrest
I’ll play William Tell like Burroughs with one bullet left
It’s russian roulette with symptoms left unchecked
I’m comatose at best, she’s a disease of the head
Fuck, marry, kill, as if there’s nothing to invest
At a standstill, there’s a stalemate in my bed
Cuz we play this game of chess so close to our chest
Love’s not dead, that’s just a delusion we invent
The Maker’s Mark leaves a scar on my lover’s arms
I cried myself to sleep, you asked when it rained so hard
Six feet under my art lies a heart torn apart
By a world of morning glories mourning a false start
I've wished for the end just to see what comes next
But came to realize all roads end in death
I wish things would last but that’s not what I get
So I’ll wish for a song that gets me out of my head

Get my lion's share of hunting snares in predatory love affairs
But I don't chase the day unless it’s up a flight of stairs
Leading to a room with a panoramic view
Most people die for nothing, with everything to lose
Wear this halo like a noose, dangle strangled from a spruce
Personified my end and then she dyed her hair blue
Entombed in her hues, dancing down dark avenues
I’m patient with my ruse, it’s my greatest virtue
I’m blue over news and I might not see this through
I’m groomed for abuse and neglect to my point of view
I’m doomed to a truth that I’ll never be right for you
It’s gloom in my room, it feels more like a tomb
But in the dark I’ve seen the most patient flowers bloom
In my heart lies a force that is as tired as you
But there’s no time to rest when you’re surrounded by these views
So I’ll keep moving forward with plenty left to do

I’m screwed by a rule that says I cannot mend this bruise
I’ve succumbed to cues providing roads to choose
I’m lost from lack of use and I’ll never stop paying dues
To a world that refuses to acknowledge their misuse
I’m in love with a muse that others think is an excuse
I’m entranced by the fire in her that lights my fuse
It ignites a chain reaction when these dark clouds start to loom
And breathes life into the very womb that is my nom de plume

I’ve ignored the beauty that surrounds all this doom and gloom
I’ve squandered second chances given by kinder hearts than you
To realize these are my chickens coming home to roost
Today I see that I’m better off without you
Maybe being happy involves some sort of truce
Between the flowers you’ve grown and their roots
And maybe the only thing there is left to do
Is embrace life when its colors diffuse