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Participation Prize
03:58
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I'd like to thank you for bringing me to this fucking place.
Cause I've never been here before, I've never been this fucking low.
A desperate man once said "It's a long walk home, all alone at night, with broken toes and a bloody nose".
This is what happens when you bet on a loser.
And I said I'd get better but I never really meant it, no.
So this is where we find ourselves when there is no place else that we can go, when all we have left is the deceptions of who we thought we'd be.
And I'm beginning to sound a lot like someone I don't think I'd trust, someone who I couldn't love, some that I don't fucking know.
And every song I never wrote is another bridge you never sang.
Words too cruel to cross your lips.
Well it comes to this, it comes to this.
I'd like to thank you for bringing me to this fucking place.
Cause I've never been here before, I've never been this fucking low.
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Monster
03:45
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For what it's worth, I wish I felt like walking away, like I've got some place else to be.
I've got so much love to give.
I've got so much life to live.
Does it hurt when you sleep?
The sweetest sound of your voice replaced by the bitter taste of pills.
Well it's been so long.
And I wish you knew how much it means to me just to be alive.
Just to sing this shitty little song.
Just to shout these shitty fucking thoughts.
Does it hurt when you sleep?
The sweetest sound of your voice replaced by the bitter taste of pills.
Well it's been so long.
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Conception
03:39
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All I ever wanted was a reason to care about myself.
And a reason to live for myself.
And not just give it away.
I was the product of six years of lust and rage.
A six pack of tall boys.
And the backseat of a V-6 Le Sabre.
Every thing we hold so dear, eventually it crumbles.
Eventually it fades.
And we just give it away.
Like this life you've given unto me.
Eventually I will crumble.
And just give it away.
Just let it breathe.
Cause when you're close to the edge, it's never close enough.
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Uncursable
03:38
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I've tried so hard.
I've tried so goddamn fucking hard.
And it's never enough.
It's never good enough.
No.
Here's another chorus where I lost my voice and my fingers bled.
And it wasn't enough.
It wasn't good enough, no.
And every fucking verse sounds a lot like giving up.
And it wasn't enough.
It wasn't good enough, no.
So don't throw it all away if it's not what you want, not what you need.
Just talk to me.
Just tell me any fucking thing.
Cause I can see them in the headlights.
I can see them in the lights.
So just talk to me.
Just tell me any fucking thing.
I've tried so hard.
I've tried so goddamn fucking hard.
And it's never enough.
It's never good enough.
No.
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One person in Oakland CA.
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