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nirix5FICTION(DREAMS IN DIGITAL)
Orgy
She's lost in coma where it's beautiful
Intoxicated from the deep sleep
Deep sleep
Do you wonder what it's like
Living in a permanent imagination
Sleeping to escape reality
But you like it like that
Guilty by design
She's nothing more than fiction
She dreams in digital
Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
She's dreaming in digital
Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
She's dreaming in digital
She dreams in digital
And your pixel army can't save you now
My finger's on the kill switch
I remember I used to compose your dreams
Control your dreams
And don't be afraid, expose yourself
Before I shut you down
You've made some changes
Since the virus caught you sleeping
Guilty by design
She's nothing more than fiction
She dreams in digital
Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
She's dreaming in digital
Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
She's dreaming in digital
She dreams in digital
Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
She's dreaming in digital
She's nothing more than fiction
Cause it's better than nothing
She dreams in digital
Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
She's dreaming in digital
I just feel like this song. It has nothing to do with anything. Lately I've been really vibing to Fall Out Boy, which Paul and luck put on my iPod.
Saturday
I'm good to go
And I'm going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be taking you there with me
I'm good to go
But it looks like I'm still on my own
I'm good to go
For something golden
Though the motions I've been going through have failed
And I'm coasting on potential towards a wall
At a 100 miles an hour
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria*
with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
Me and Pete
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
Saturday
Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today
Light that smoke, yeah one, for giving up on me
And one just cause they’ll kill you sooner than my expectations
To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar (to my favorite scar):
“I could have died with you”
I hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle- {I} confess (So bury me in memory)
Now ash yourself, yeah, out on the insides, {I} said I loved you but I lied
Let’s play this game called “when you catch fire”
I wouldn’t piss to put you out
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you
So bury me in memory
His smile’s your rope
So wrap it tight around your throat
On the drive home
Joke about the kid you used to see
And his jealousy
Breaking hearts has never looked so cool
As when you wrap your car around a tree
Your makeup looks so great next to his teeth (his teeth)
Let’s play this game called “when you catch fire”
I wouldn’t piss to put you out
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you
So bury me in memory
His smile’s your rope
So wrap it tight around your throat
[x2]
So bury me in memory around your throat
Yule Shoot Your Eye Out"
These are your good years
don't take my advice
you never wanted the nice boys anyway
and I'm of good cheer
cause I've been checking my list
the gifts you're receiving from me
will be
one awkward silence
and two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
staying up, waiting by the phone
and all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breathe to me
before you bury yourself alive
don't come home for Christmas
you're the last thing I wanna see
underneath the tree
merry Christmas, I could care less
happy new years baby
you owe me
the best gift I will ever ask for
don't call me up, when the snow comes down
its the only thing I want this year
one awkward silence
and two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
staying up, waiting by the phone
all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breathe to me
before you bury yourself alive
don't come home for Christmas
you're the last thing I wanna see
underneath the tree
merry Christmas, I could care less
don't come home for Christmas
you're the last thing I wanna see
underneath the tree (don't come home for Christmas)
merry Christmas, I could care less
don't come home for Christmas
you're the last thing I wanna see
underneath the tree (don't come home for Christmas)
merry Christmas, I could care less
The World's Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys And A Broken Down Van)
This might just be a waste of time
But there's no one I'd rather waste
My time with than all of my best friends
So start the car up
We'll all take turns but not for the worst
We're all "hasbeens" and "never-were's"
And we're all in the back singing "Roxanne" just watching life pass us by
Pass us by
As if we cared
Enough to try and catch up
Enough to make up for lost time
We've been down
We've been out
We've been hanging 'round
Tip our glasses to having no direction
Start the van
Get me out of this one horse town
Waste this night
We've been down
We've been out
We've been hanging 'round
Tip our glasses to having no direction
Start the van
Get me out of this one horse town
Waste this night
We've been down
We've been out
We've been hanging 'round
Tip our glasses to having no direction
Start the van
Get me out of this one horse town
Waste this night
Grand Theft Autumn (Where Is Your Boy)
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on the hope I forget
that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you (for you, so...)
You need him. I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Someday I'll appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you... {but for} the meantime I'll sport my
brand new fashion of waking up with pants on at 4:00 in the afternoon.
You need him. I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.
1-2-3-4!
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
(won't find out) he won't find out
(won't find out) he won't find out
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. (he won't find out)
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Homesick at Space Camp
Landing on a runway in Chicago and I'm grounding all my dreams
of ever really seeing California, because I know what's in between
is something sensual in such non-conventional ways.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
(Tonight I'm writing you) a million miles away
Tonight is all about "We miss you" (We miss you, We miss you, We miss you)
Tonight is all about "We miss you"
And I can't forget your style or your cynicism,
somehow it was like you were the first to listen to everything we said.
My smile's an open wound without you...and my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
(Tonight I'm writing you) a million miles away
Tonight is all about "We miss you" (We miss you, We miss you, We miss you)
Tonight is all about "We miss you now"
These friends are, new friends are golden [x3]
These friends are, new friends are...
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
These friends are, new friends are golden
.
Orgy
She's lost in coma where it's beautiful
Intoxicated from the deep sleep
Deep sleep
Do you wonder what it's like
Living in a permanent imagination
Sleeping to escape reality
But you like it like that
Guilty by design
She's nothing more than fiction
She dreams in digital
Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
She's dreaming in digital
Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
She's dreaming in digital
She dreams in digital
And your pixel army can't save you now
My finger's on the kill switch
I remember I used to compose your dreams
Control your dreams
And don't be afraid, expose yourself
Before I shut you down
You've made some changes
Since the virus caught you sleeping
Guilty by design
She's nothing more than fiction
She dreams in digital
Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
She's dreaming in digital
Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
She's dreaming in digital
She dreams in digital
Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
She's dreaming in digital
She's nothing more than fiction
Cause it's better than nothing
She dreams in digital
Cause it's better than nothing
Now the control is gone
It seems unreal
She's dreaming in digital
I just feel like this song. It has nothing to do with anything. Lately I've been really vibing to Fall Out Boy, which Paul and luck put on my iPod.
Saturday
I'm good to go
And I'm going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be taking you there with me
I'm good to go
But it looks like I'm still on my own
I'm good to go
For something golden
Though the motions I've been going through have failed
And I'm coasting on potential towards a wall
At a 100 miles an hour
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria*
with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
Me and Pete
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
Saturday
Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today
Light that smoke, yeah one, for giving up on me
And one just cause they’ll kill you sooner than my expectations
To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar (to my favorite scar):
“I could have died with you”
I hope you choke on those words, that kiss, that bottle- {I} confess (So bury me in memory)
Now ash yourself, yeah, out on the insides, {I} said I loved you but I lied
Let’s play this game called “when you catch fire”
I wouldn’t piss to put you out
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you
So bury me in memory
His smile’s your rope
So wrap it tight around your throat
On the drive home
Joke about the kid you used to see
And his jealousy
Breaking hearts has never looked so cool
As when you wrap your car around a tree
Your makeup looks so great next to his teeth (his teeth)
Let’s play this game called “when you catch fire”
I wouldn’t piss to put you out
Stop burning bridges and drive off of them
So I can forget about you
So bury me in memory
His smile’s your rope
So wrap it tight around your throat
[x2]
So bury me in memory around your throat
Yule Shoot Your Eye Out"
These are your good years
don't take my advice
you never wanted the nice boys anyway
and I'm of good cheer
cause I've been checking my list
the gifts you're receiving from me
will be
one awkward silence
and two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
staying up, waiting by the phone
and all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breathe to me
before you bury yourself alive
don't come home for Christmas
you're the last thing I wanna see
underneath the tree
merry Christmas, I could care less
happy new years baby
you owe me
the best gift I will ever ask for
don't call me up, when the snow comes down
its the only thing I want this year
one awkward silence
and two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
staying up, waiting by the phone
all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breathe to me
before you bury yourself alive
don't come home for Christmas
you're the last thing I wanna see
underneath the tree
merry Christmas, I could care less
don't come home for Christmas
you're the last thing I wanna see
underneath the tree (don't come home for Christmas)
merry Christmas, I could care less
don't come home for Christmas
you're the last thing I wanna see
underneath the tree (don't come home for Christmas)
merry Christmas, I could care less
The World's Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys And A Broken Down Van)
This might just be a waste of time
But there's no one I'd rather waste
My time with than all of my best friends
So start the car up
We'll all take turns but not for the worst
We're all "hasbeens" and "never-were's"
And we're all in the back singing "Roxanne" just watching life pass us by
Pass us by
As if we cared
Enough to try and catch up
Enough to make up for lost time
We've been down
We've been out
We've been hanging 'round
Tip our glasses to having no direction
Start the van
Get me out of this one horse town
Waste this night
We've been down
We've been out
We've been hanging 'round
Tip our glasses to having no direction
Start the van
Get me out of this one horse town
Waste this night
We've been down
We've been out
We've been hanging 'round
Tip our glasses to having no direction
Start the van
Get me out of this one horse town
Waste this night
Grand Theft Autumn (Where Is Your Boy)
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on the hope I forget
that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you (for you, so...)
You need him. I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Someday I'll appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you... {but for} the meantime I'll sport my
brand new fashion of waking up with pants on at 4:00 in the afternoon.
You need him. I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.
1-2-3-4!
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
(won't find out) he won't find out
(won't find out) he won't find out
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. (he won't find out)
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Homesick at Space Camp
Landing on a runway in Chicago and I'm grounding all my dreams
of ever really seeing California, because I know what's in between
is something sensual in such non-conventional ways.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
(Tonight I'm writing you) a million miles away
Tonight is all about "We miss you" (We miss you, We miss you, We miss you)
Tonight is all about "We miss you"
And I can't forget your style or your cynicism,
somehow it was like you were the first to listen to everything we said.
My smile's an open wound without you...and my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
(Tonight I'm writing you) a million miles away
Tonight is all about "We miss you" (We miss you, We miss you, We miss you)
Tonight is all about "We miss you now"
These friends are, new friends are golden [x3]
These friends are, new friends are...
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
These friends are, new friends are golden
.
