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and the year 1925
my heart is left inside my mind
and I think of of all the people
I think of all the people
in the bottom of my house
there is a shelter of my stuff
where I've kept the newest thing that
come right out my mouth
and the children they all laugh
because I can't hide to my back
and the words im speaking to you
are never felt but cast
never felt but cast
and the ghost
he lives inside my eyes
and the ghost
he live in my arms
and the ghost
he lives like a king
dreaming of only one thing
learning about the future
digging through the past
I gotta keep my brain alive
gotta sail along the mast
I know the fate
for the way I lives
its called my brain
and my binary code
my binary code
and the ghost
and the ghost lives on
he lives on through me
he lives on through you
and he never wants to go
and I never wanna feel that way again
like I don't know
I don't believe
I don't see it
I don't know what I do without you anyway
and the ghost
he lives in my arms
and the ghost
he lives in my eyes
and the ghost
he lives in the basement in the shelter that I built
and he loves to play the organ
he loves to play the organ
the ghost knows
the ghost sees all
and that's just a metaphorical stretch
a metaphorical stretch
from the bottom of my house
to the yard
from beyond the grave
I wont think of you
and I know that I wasn't too
wasn't ever nothing
I knew my name was nothing
and I know I'm just nothing
like you
I know I'm just you
pain isn't like anything at all
and the ghost lives on
and the ghost lives on
and the ghost lives on
and the ghost
and the ghost
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Sunday Mourning
04:04
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Sunday Morning
Brings the dawning
I've got that restless feeling
from you
Our Eyes, they look upon you
they see the faces all through you
we have no feelings any more
oh no
It's time to wake up now
Sunday Morning to you
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Pain Or Shine
04:30
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ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER
I never feel but my hearts not there
I never think but my brains not there
where did they go?
GET ME OUTTA THIS AIR CONDITIONED NIGHTMARE
rocks your brain just like a catchy Tune
YOU WILL HATE LIFE MORE THAN LIFE HATES
YOU "n" "d" "o" "n" "e" "s" "s"
please just get me outta this mess
please just get me outta this head
ANOTHER BRICK INSIDE THE WALL
I never feel but my hearts not there
I never think but my brains not there
I never hide but my shell's not there
WE DONT NEED NO EDUCTION
i never died but I'm not feared
I never Cried but I'm not here
where did I Go?
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A bullet form the back of the gun reaches heaven, through the eyes of our "John" and our
"protagonist"
kills himself in an empty way.
whats left for me to say?
everyone went about their daily lives, fetching the things that they all hold tight.
never things that they never feel at all.
no one really cared at all
no one really felt anything
a society of robots and people with bags on our heads.
and now we're lost
the people trudging over.
and though the people...
the lives of the yonder
the lives of the others we never...
did he feel pain?
did he have a life that we could compare to?
did he realize that he was part of system of people ready to love him and die?
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lyrics
I know what for
when life a box
a shordingers box
Sighing
I give up i dont why
I think I left my house
because, its bright outside
and it hurts my eyes
to see everyone faces around
I think I dont know how to clown around
its supossed to be apart of human nature
to be free
But I'm think
I saw a bird today
and it wasn't free
just like everyone here
and i'd know because I'm a slave to my own castle
but its just me
what do i know
I dont know
I dont where I've gone
or where Ive seen
and yet I'm smaller than the average teen
and I know
that I think that people in the world agree
that were living our life so differently than the yonder
the yonder
why is it so hard to agree
jack nicholoson and his whole friends
came to kill me
and kill you
and kill me
and kill me and my spirit
and those fuckers who sucseed
giving me alot of shit for this
I guess its part of human nature
and such.
no one told me life was so much work
and no one told me, our happiness conflicts with our jobs and our reality
and I'm still waiting for my princess
but princess never existed
so I'm fucking mad
I'm fucking furious
fuck this world, I swear
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Isaac Would Be Proud
05:32
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Lyrics:
I would've had a normal child hood
but my parents knew what I was good
and now I'm doomed for all eterinity
to live a life of loser city
WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?
WHY IS THIS MY FATE?
NOW I CANT EVEN GET A DATE
quasi moto the computer on mondays
no harm done to my body anyways
theres no such thing as shame
theres no such thing as dignity as well
they're all outdated concepts,
invented by the greeks
issac brock he would proud
of spilling heart and my organs
to the brown flesh and paper skulls
and now I have a
Headache too
we're standning here
with sad look
on
our faces
the lemons were a mistake
Go To the Ocean
Im driving over the ocean
IM IN THE OCEAN
NOW IM dowing in the sea
yup
The third PLanet
it was empty
they lied, to me
And I tried building something out of nothing
it left me bitter
and alone for ten thousand years
and now Im stuck
so thanks alot
Thanks alot.
yup
AUUUUUGH
yup
yup
YUUUUUUP
DOING THE DEAD ROACH
DOING THE COCKROACH YEAH
oh wait shit.
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Castle
05:37
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Why cant I
leave this castle wall
I see the blank stares out the window
it makes me feel all alone
I stand upon the gate looking like a total Irate
and now its to stare out
the window sill and
look down
look down
look down
OUTSIDE THESE CASTLE WALLS
WHERE WE SLEEP AND WHERE WE FALL IS HELL
AND WE DONT KNOW
AND WE WONT KNOW
WHERE WE ALREADY ARE
A creature that can't crawl
legs that cannot crawl
a robot in withdraw
(how do you know, how do you care, how do you exist?)
We stare at the wall.
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Post Elvis San Marcos, Texas
Welcome to Post Elvis, Enjoy!
Originally from San Diego,
CA.
currently living in San Marcos, Texas
Background photo by Ahmad Dixon.
Profile Pic by Ava Anderson.
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