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This Charming Impostor
04:03
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Face paint wears off, mosaic in hand
After all this understand the heist went as planned
Translate, relocate, dislocate
Don't mirror the tremors that accompany your spine
You're fine
Complex complexion to complicate the simplest of matters
All I ask is that you carry your own weight
Schizophrenic imbeciles at my command
Led to my disregarding complacency
This Charming Impostor is lacerated
- and leaning himself on me
This Charming Impostor has been dated
- limp wristed and sound asleep
Incoming disaster has been evaded
- don't know how many times or how long
This Charming Impostor has been dated
Static upon transmission
Paris fucked up beyond all recognition
Decipher the conversation somehow
Passed out till morning
Crossed out from the masquerade
I find it's better that way
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Simple Complexity
02:34
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It's your straight face and that novaciane smile
that light up my day,
It's those simple regrets that fill up the ashtray,
and this razor blade fits the disguise of the words that riddle my day,
It's simple some say
No regrets, No shame,
of ever feeling the same
but you will
So you might say that you're needless of emotion
But you can't say that you think nothing of it
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3. |
Just
05:48
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Society speaks, but I don't care, I just don't care
The air we breathe, we share, we spread like a virus
Trans m-i-s-s-i-o-n, under suspicion,
I can't seem to neutralize the negative
Living in Solitaire
Begging for answers as I stare
The mirror returns the glare
The warmth comforts me, I swear
It's complicated, yet I'll sedate it wanting more
I find it's Just,
Living in Solitaire
As the scenery caves in
I continue to speak alphabetically
I come to terms with the XYZ
It's the secrets that reunite us, it's the secrets that keep us calm
It's the secrets that justify the negative
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4. |
That Howard Roark
02:56
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Cadence in Comstock
04:42
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Last December,
In the chill of winter, I held you close and looked into your eyes
You said don't let go as you bled in my arms
This Narcoleptic Surgery
it paints the canvas, numbs the scenery
Recollecting your last breath
Esoteric, Isometric
Assembly on Sunday,
It's grandiose demeanor of skulking its prey
This Statement instilled in stone
This Statement is sacred, this must go unknown
This is Silence
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Howard Roarke El Paso, Texas
Howard Roarke is Jaycee Salinas
__________
I play rock music, free of labels and
categorical constraints. Rock as qualifier not as an end. Humoring the masses would be distasteful, borderline deceitful, and assume an outright superiority over the listener. I will not define your taste, I can only hope to expand it.
"i" am Howard Roarke.
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