Razorblade Twin
from Culture of Self by Dan Jacob Wallace
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lyrics
no, that’s not a lover’s gaze that’s staring
so blankly through the hazy red clouded remains
of a night filled with rage
no, i couldn’t know its name, it wandered
into my optic blame, you know i had to take aim:
it didn’t know its own shame
you think i’m wrong to be sure of a way
to eliminate such pain
but when you’re alone, and i promise you will be
then you’ll be on my side
oh, when did the summer end
and when did this hate begin?
it’s worn me so thin, like a razorblade twin, ah…
no, that’s not a lover’s mane that’s scraggling
between rocks and broken veins
why won’t it just wash away?
it’s been down there for days
no, i couldn’t count the squares, they formed
underneath their broken spells
i wasn’t there when he fell, so don’t blame me for hell
you think i’m wrong to be sure of a way
to eliminate such pain
but when you’re alone, and i promise you will be
then you’ll be on my side
oh, when did the summer end
and when did this hate begin?
it’s worn me so thin, like a razorblade twin, ah…
oh, when did i first give in
to all of these hopeless whims?
oh, when can we start again?
but this time i want to win
it’s worn me so thin, like a razorblade twin, ah…
so blankly through the hazy red clouded remains
of a night filled with rage
no, i couldn’t know its name, it wandered
into my optic blame, you know i had to take aim:
it didn’t know its own shame
you think i’m wrong to be sure of a way
to eliminate such pain
but when you’re alone, and i promise you will be
then you’ll be on my side
oh, when did the summer end
and when did this hate begin?
it’s worn me so thin, like a razorblade twin, ah…
no, that’s not a lover’s mane that’s scraggling
between rocks and broken veins
why won’t it just wash away?
it’s been down there for days
no, i couldn’t count the squares, they formed
underneath their broken spells
i wasn’t there when he fell, so don’t blame me for hell
you think i’m wrong to be sure of a way
to eliminate such pain
but when you’re alone, and i promise you will be
then you’ll be on my side
oh, when did the summer end
and when did this hate begin?
it’s worn me so thin, like a razorblade twin, ah…
oh, when did i first give in
to all of these hopeless whims?
oh, when can we start again?
but this time i want to win
it’s worn me so thin, like a razorblade twin, ah…
credits
from Culture of Self,
released June 10, 2007
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Dan Jacob Wallace Chicago, Illinois
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