Five o' clock one winter morning, I'm turning up the news
Washed on shore is a severed body of a girl from Santa Cruz
A crucifix around her neck, that she yanked before she leaped
With no Titanic orchestra to play her a song, her tears were so discreet.
An awe-inspiring look in my eye, I break into a round of applause
Stub my cigarette, String my guitar, dead set on doing her proud
"This is a song for the hurting soul, the only one that knows remorse
If you have found...a way out, lead us to your Trojan horse
There was blood in the sink yesterday, It reeked gasoline tonight
Impressed, the Grim reaper cheered on, as you rode valiantly to fight
Mamma saw the pills numb you, Daddy knew when it all went black
You counted up to three, because you knew, LIFE wasn't coming back
Don't taint pretty grey eyes, my love, Add a spring to your step,
I'm here to play you a happy song, Unlike the world that sings of regret
Soon the time will come for Hide and Seek, When i shall give the air a slip
Return the favor, Help a friend, Point me to the nearest exits"
It's six o' clock now, eastern time, the coffee shops are closed
The Hudson Valley, hauntingly still, Winds of old begin to blow
A negative film in my head, it plays your favorite evening blues
So with a swig of rum and a heavy heart, I set off, to tie a noose.
-Ankiet
Washed on shore is a severed body of a girl from Santa Cruz
A crucifix around her neck, that she yanked before she leaped
With no Titanic orchestra to play her a song, her tears were so discreet.
An awe-inspiring look in my eye, I break into a round of applause
Stub my cigarette, String my guitar, dead set on doing her proud
"This is a song for the hurting soul, the only one that knows remorse
If you have found...a way out, lead us to your Trojan horse
There was blood in the sink yesterday, It reeked gasoline tonight
Impressed, the Grim reaper cheered on, as you rode valiantly to fight
Mamma saw the pills numb you, Daddy knew when it all went black
You counted up to three, because you knew, LIFE wasn't coming back
Don't taint pretty grey eyes, my love, Add a spring to your step,
I'm here to play you a happy song, Unlike the world that sings of regret
Soon the time will come for Hide and Seek, When i shall give the air a slip
Return the favor, Help a friend, Point me to the nearest exits"
It's six o' clock now, eastern time, the coffee shops are closed
The Hudson Valley, hauntingly still, Winds of old begin to blow
A negative film in my head, it plays your favorite evening blues
So with a swig of rum and a heavy heart, I set off, to tie a noose.
-Ankiet
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