Album: Rotting Pinata
Will I wake up, is it a dream I made up?
No, I guess, it's reality what will change us
Or will we mess up our only chance
To connect with a dream?
Say a prayer for me
I'm buried by the sound
In a world of human wreckage
I'm lost and I'm found and I can't touch the ground
I'm plowed into the sound to see wide open
With a head that's broken
Hang a life on a tragedy, plow me under the ground
That covers the message that is the seed
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|1||Time In A Bottle|
|2||What Were You Doing Outside If You Didn’t Like The Rain|
|4||Life’s Bitter Pills|
|6||Molly (16 Candles Down The Drain)|
|8||Empire Of The Sun|
|9||Empire Of The Sun|
|10||The Black Ghosts|
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