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trophy scars - tricks and traps and such lyrics

the cops in this city are making a problem
embellishing this pulse
and losing their conscience
oh oh, oh oh
run through the fields
burn through the fields
blaze through the fields
and feel all the words you can steal
comforting closets and mirrors beside them
are converting the choir to worship my poison
hey hey, hey hey
run through the fields
burn through the fields
blaze through the fields
and steal all the words you can feel
dissecting intangibles and pink plastic capsules;
you’d never know how far he’d go until he’s gone
taking that razor to sharpen your t–th and…
five fingers, godd-mn!
four fingers, woah!
three fingers roll, and ten pins to go
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
ten tiny babies sitting on keys
which little infant has one for me?
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey!
all i want to do is kiss your neck and see how your body sweats
oh please honey, scream my name!
please, please, please
just take that razor and cut out those t–th ’til…
five fingers, godd-mn!
four fingers, woah!
three fingers roll, and ten pins to go
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
ten tiny babies sitting on keys
which little infant has one for me?
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey!
welcome to the wild, wild east!
i want to go to the town below to see if i can find a stranger to hold
i’m a big word, and i can’t attack
i want to find a body that can’t be seen;
it will be all the envy of the birds and bees
it’s a big word, heart attack
rabbit and piglet and whinnie the pooh
that old owl and eeyore too
their cake is served with vengeance
christopher robin won’t know how to stop them…
so many problems and no time to solve them
he’s a big word, so attack
picture me sailing across the blue ceilings:
skies at our wedding, and seas when you’re leaving
i hope the ring will fit
these wounds fit my tongue like my hand in a glove
don’t you spill your milk when push comes to shove
life’s a big word, so attack
i want to go to the h-ll below
see if i can cast a shadow to hold
though it’s nothing
i want to be the boy that can’t be seen;
i’m just to envious of her birds and bees
she’s too d-mn cute: i can’t attack
what the h-ll is the deal, i just can’t make any sense
these lyrics are pretentious and affected at best
and i’m full of it, but i can’t stop now
i’m so tired of writing about girls i don’t know
“the ink starts to run when my blood gets too cold.”
these metaphors are my weak attempts
so picture me smiling on top such tall buildings;
such tragic endings for bad luck, bad timings
i hope they let me slip
i get so fed up with my own selfish self
i keep bluffing away on sh-tty hands that i am dealt –
it’s romantic, but it’s cheap

- trophy scars lyrics

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