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PURCHASE : RELAPSE RECORDS | BANDCAMP | APPLE MUSIC | GOOGLE PLAY | AMAZON GUILTY OF EVERYTHING LYRICS Hymn To The Pillory Spent summers in a well Watching pale moons disappear alone And crucifixion seems noble When paradise is hell, atone I think we're far from home And now youre free, let go Jump into white unknowns But I can't shake it, I can feel it in my bones I shut my eyes, our hands let go Spent winters locked away The snow would swallow everything and drown A pendulum hangs over me Forever swinging violently, come down Please come down on me And now youre free, let go Jump into white unknowns But I can't shake it, I can feel it in my bones I shut my eyes, our hands let go I think we're far from home Dig You can throw a sheet gently over me I can make believe Im a ghost Lay here and pretend the rain on the roof Is dirt pouring on my casket Scratched your name into me So I can not forget Dug a hole inside me Stayed till the end You can throw a sheet gently over me I can make believe Im a ghost I will not pretend I am happy You are finally happy Scratched your name into me So I can not forget Dug a hole inside me Stayed till the end Scratched your name into me So I can not forget Dug a hole inside me Stayed till the end Bent Nail Im built to bleed, plan my ruin guiltlessly A broken tool inside the shed Give up the spring, then covet secretly The breeze and scent stay far away Im caught between a beggar's teeth Buried in the wilted roses and the pregnant weeds Protest the stars eternally You can pound away on me until my head's beneath Im built to bleed, plan my ruin guiltlessly Another John whos lost his head Im a bent nail, youve got no use for me A monster for eternity Im caught between a beggar's teeth Buried in the wilted roses and the pregnant weeds Protest the stars eternally You can pound away on me until my head's beneath If you feel like letting go Endlessly Mother, feflect the Heaven sky Father, angel with bestial eyes Gently, love us gently Endlessly, love us gently Stains on the sheets Childhood blood that would soak through our jeans Infinite sun Childhood love that was covered in mud Stains on the sheets Childhood blood that would soak through our jeans Infinite sun Sister danced with the Moon so high Brother swam in the sun and fire Heavy, the world's so heavy Carry, the world's so heavy Stains on the sheets Childhood blood that would soak through our jeans Infinite sun Childhood love that was covered in mud Stains on the sheets Childhood blood that would soak through our jeans Infinite sun Childhood love that was covered in mud In circles we spun And fell to the earth and the dirt we came from Infinite sun Somersault Outside the door the world's alive I'll stay and hide on the other side Im spinning faster than the earth Im shining brighter than the stars Im spinning faster than the earth Im shining brighter than the stars Get Well Its easier to miss On nights as dark as this But the black clouds Still follow us around Theres gotta be a place To escape from the rain But I cant find it, can't find it Can't find it, can't find it Can't find it, can't find it Its easier to miss On nights as dark as this But the black clouds Still follow us around Theres gotta be a place To escape from the rain But I cant find it, can't find it Can't find it, can't find it Can't find it, can't find it Beat Around The Bush Carry me across the sea Carry me, carry me A sign of life, a life of peace Never see, still believe A thousand faces in the dark None were me, none were me Golden leaves rain off the trees Shower me with impurities God in men, our souls are spent Can't be saved, can't repent God in men, our souls are spent Can't be saved, can't repent God in men, our souls are spent Can't be saved, can't repent God in men, our souls are spent Can't be saved, can't repent Guilty Of Everything Chasing Sundays, round and round Blind steps off of moons, and stars are pleading Will you catch us falling down
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But in some alternate universe, I am a version of teen-me, much cooler than I ever was and dressed in all the right clothes, my body moving in all the right ways
