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Trazodone

from Darkness, Oh Hell by Trophy Scars

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I eat my trazodone and go to bed
Wake up in the morning with holes in my head
My friend's a doctor
He tells me I'm fine
As long as I don't eat 'em all of the time

There's a man
In my dreams
He's silhouetted by the dawn's soft gleam
He lights a smoke
He shows his teeth
He tells me "Son, I'm the devil you feed."

Here's the problem with the devil though
I guess I just don't believe
His eyes burn red and admits a grin
He asks "Son, will you follow me?"

Then the man's face starts to change
All of a sudden he looks just like me
Somehow I've seen this all before
Exactly where I'm not so sure

Or is it when?
I couldn't say
Time and space tend to disagree
Then I wake
From my sleep
I floss the trazodone from my teeth

I take a shower and I comb my hair
I trim my beard then I look in the mirror
And I almost can't believe my eyes
My mouth opened wide, paralyzed in fear...

Oh look at the martyr
He burned himself alive out of sheer cold terror
Some claim it was murder
They saw the devil in his bed with his lover
You all hate a martyr
You hate the bed you're sleeping in and all its horror
Her motive was murder
Well, I'm the ghost that's haunting you forever and ever

You're right my heart it was a desert
You're right you're love was the drink
I wouldn't take one goddamn sip so I could die or go to sleep
No, no, no

So she burned me like coal
'Cause killers like her, they don't never let you go
I love the worst kind of criminals
The kind that eat your heart
The kind that steal your soul

Oh look at the martyr
He burned himself alive out of sheer cold terror
Some claim it was murder
They saw the devil in his bed with his lover
You all hate a martyr
You hate the bed you're sleeping in and all its horror
Her motive was murder
Well, I'm the ghost that's haunting you forever and ever

Laying there with a ghost in my mouth
Andy tells me to spit her out
Oh Luar, I want to spit you out
Laying there with the ghost in my mouth
Andy tells me to spit her out
Oh Lord... I want to spit her out

Everything that you said to me
All the words that you said to me
Everything that you said to me was make believe
Just make believe

Everything that you said to me
All the words that you said to me
Everything that you said to me was make believe
Just make believe

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from Darkness, Oh Hell, released October 21, 2010

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