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I've Sinned
03:58
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I've sinned.
I been so bad.
I did everything wrong.
I made god so mad.
I've sinned.
I been a fucken disgrace.
Took a twenty from the alms box.
Left a band aid in its place.
I ain't never gonna change, never gonna change, change not today.
I'm gonna keep livin in sin, livin in sin, livin,
My own fucken way.
I've sinned.
I'd do it again.
Breakin ladies little hearts.
Double crossin best friends.
I've sinned.
Told a million lies.
Over chargin my credit card.
Til the day I die.
CHORUS
I've sinned.
I'm confessin from my heart.
I don't want no forgiveness.
I want respect for this art.
I've sinned.
And so have you.
We built a modern day Babylon.
Nebuchadnezer woulda loved alla you.
CHORUS
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This Year
05:46
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This year, there is only one thing that is clear to me.
There is only one thing that rings true to me over the roar of this lonely city.
This year you have only one task to keep in your mind.
Grab your black pen, and fearlessly inscribe.
Write you own book of the living with the timeless words of the dead.
This Year,
Your life is in your hands.
This Year,
Your is yours for living.
This Year,
The words you write are a burnt offering.
This Year,
Burn brightly so the heavens can see.
This Year your worries will not prevent you.
Though life's travails may detain you, you are walking the path you choose.
This year, all the love that's been showered upon you will radiate like the sun, shining for the world to see.
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Alone
04:04
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i'm afraid of the dark, just like you.
I'm afraid that I done something I shouldn't do.
I don't know, I don't know anything at all.
I was alone, til you joined me.
I believe that the dark is all there is.
The stars distant fires in the abyss.
I don't know, I don't know what to say to you.
We're all alone. Would you join me?
A gift, to be alone with you.
Another set of hands, a heart that beats true.
I don't know, I don't know why I care at all.
But I do.
We're all alone, would you join me.
I admit I seek solace in the delusion that the watchmaker checks his clocks from time to time.
That my worries will disappear.
That the darkness become clear and bright.
Then I open my eyes to a tapestry of beautiful...
Alone.
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The god who lives in your head is a meticulous accountant.
He writes everything you done, everything you done, every last thing in a little black book.
Everyone you love, everyone you hate, everyone you ever been a dick to.
He writes it all down.
He writes it all down.
Because...
The god that lives in your head, has a shit list longer than a python.
Every insult, every broken heart, every stupid damn remark goes in the black book.
Every school yard bully, unrequited crush, idiot who cut you off in traffic.
He writes it all down.
He writes it all down.
Because...
The come ups comin.
The judgment day.
The come ups comin.
What the hell are you gonna say??
The god that lives in your head, has a famously inflammable temper.
He gets pissed anytime anybody smiles, anybody even looks his damn way.
He don't like you, he don't like me, don't like anybody with an independent streak.
He writes it all down.
He writes it all down.
Because...
The come ups comin....
There'll be no jury of your peers.
There's just a judge who bears a suspicious similarity to you.
There's no defense that's on your side.
This whole ordeal is just contrived to bring you down.
So all rise, all rise, all riiiiiissssseeeeee.
The come ups comin...
The God That Lives Inside Your Head.
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I'm doing the best that I can.
Is it good enough to pass?
I'm a man after all, not a saint.
I'm alive after all and I've made some mistakes on the way.
I'm working as hard as I can.
I break when my body gives way.
I find love and embrace when I can.
I clean up all the mess that I've made at the end of the day.
Days become weeks become years.
Am I living my life with my eyes open,
Or going through the motions,
ignoring my fears?
Who's to say?
As my days become weeks become years I become what I may.
I'm walking as long as I can.
But the path seems to shift underfoot.
Balance is fleeting and rare.
I hold on to the branches and bloody my hands on the way.
I'm healing the best that I can.
I push on with my bruises and burns.
There's a road still to walk while I can.
I can rest when the dark descends at the of the day.
Days becomes weeks become years....
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Avi Fox-Rosen Brooklyn, New York
Avi Fox-Rosen makes music with a sardonic sense of humor, dense and dark lyrics, and enchantingly twisted melodies. In 2013 he's releasing an EP of brand new material every month. New York Music Daily has heralded Avi's album-a-month project as "one of the most ambitious jobs anyone in the rock world has taken on lately". Damn straight. ... more
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