Car Alarmed 

No misery she said, then you're dead
These bones need to hide
I was dying all the time

In the streets she lays her charades 
Underneath her arms 
I woke up car alarmed 

Paris Green among her different shades 
I'll never know your names 
But i'll love you just the same 

Floor boards creak, I weigh their decay 
Underneath her arms 
I woke up car alarmed

Car Alarmed

Apparition (with Lux Sono Deo)

In Fits 

Itchin for a trip and fall
In fits laughing on your floor
Your face fall like a domino 
Entranced in a dance of sorts

For a sad boy in a bad mood
Hey I’ll give you something you can dance to
Wait I’ll give you something you can dance to 

Slippin through the afternoon 
Dippin and duckin down Different Dimension Avenue 
We mustn’t be trustin in parachutes 
We must be untrusting of trust and of the truth 

True it may have been my fault
I’m trying not to listen 
I’m trying just to find my way back home 
My way back home 


In Fits

At The Station

Male 1: Hello there Mrs. How do you do? On my way to hell can I think of you?
Female 1: No no no Mister. Don't be rude. What an ass didn't ask if I'm coming too. 

And don't act surprised if the night falls in her eyes. 
And don't act surprised if she's faded

Male 1: So there Mrs. what do you choose? On my way to hell can i think of you?
Female 1: There's no need to cause I'll come too. On our way to hell we can talk this through. 

And don't act surprised if the night falls in her eyes. 
And don't act surprised if she's faded
Cause you know it's true
I'll be blue 
Unless you're coming too

At The Station (from the Paris apartment)

John Dillinger 

Won't take me slowly
Surely I could be 
Taking last breath 
Beneath the boots of a sheriff 

Come on you better run on faster
Cause I'm the perfect disaster 
That will blow its last breath
Beneath the boots of a sheriff 

And they say 
Die!
I die 
But you'll never get me 

Won't steal or take me 
Dear death rattles and shakes me 
As I take my last breath 
Beneath the boots of a sheriff 

Oh don't you see now
How your bullets play for me now
As i take my last breath 
Beneath the boots of a sheriff 

And they say
Die!
I die 
But you'll never get me


John Dillinger

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