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Disassemblers
04:00
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You're such a passionate grenade.
I'm begging you to stay.
Three nights, I was caught on fire with my skin to you displayed.
Standing straight like stone.
Bone exposing bone.
The last princess to sail away but never come back home.
Thanks for giving up.
Thanks for giving in.
Thanks for giving up.
Thanks for giving in.
We're all force fed nails just to spit them out and pin you down.
I choked on hail just to get inside and stay alive.
I had to go, but you grabbed my throat before I grabbed my coat.
I switched the signs. I stole your time. I gave you mine.
Thanks for giving up.
Thanks for giving in.
Thanks for giving up.
Thanks for giving in.
You're such a passionate grenade.
Don't believe the hype.
Brides don't always look good in white.
I've got great teeth, but I'm losing enamel.
I lost all my sponsors when I hid from the panel.
The jurors are staring.
My feet ran like tires.
Lights, camera, distraction!
I crossed all my wires.
This phone cord is wrapped around my neck.
My guilt is keeping me in check.
There are all these snakes, looking to bite.
A severed antenna, flailing left to right.
A tongue to seduce you to open your lips.
I'll plaster your picture on each sinking ship.
Thanks for giving up.
Thanks for giving in.
Thanks for giving up.
Thanks for giving in.
You're such a disassembled array.
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The Red Carpet Has Teeth
03:30
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And we came to her grave.
The sacred dome in flame.
The first conquerer.
Your namesake.
Her words echo like the wind...
"Summoner, whom will you sacrifice?"
And Zanarkand breathes.
A city, dead for a thousand years.
All that was is now ruin.
This is where your pilgrimage ends.
Your pilgrimage ends!
Stop talking to the passing and concentrate on the living.
The city continues life....in dreaming.
This cannot be how the Calm must be achieved.
This cannot be how the Calm must be achieved.
Summoner, summon me.
Betrayed by faith.
Betray your fayth and use me.
Use me.
I will be your weapon.
I will be your vessel.
Now raise your staff and send me.
Raise your staff and send me.
I will be your weapon.
I will be your vessel.
Now raise your staff and send me.
Raise your staff and send me.
I will be your weapon.
I will be your vessel.
Send me.
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