Lyrics:
WORK AND YOU WORK TIL YOU DREAM NO MORE.
SO YOU PICK UP WHATS LEFT
FROM THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR .
SO YOU WORK AND YOU WORK TIL YOU BUY SOME MORE
chapters
That I'm not seeing unfold
But they've imprinted my mind
Becoming engraved with time
Scripts left on the cutting room floor
Realistic Fiction
Read
tripped on a cord
And now I'm on the floor of the cutting room
I got nowhere to stay and nobody to blame
But I'm glad that you came at a minimum
I've been
of the door
Although it’s all lost on the cutting room floor
Was my mission forgotten?
Guess things weren’t quite as they seem
The legend foretold there’s
out of character consider the prospect
Of us back together and completing the boxset What's next?
The cutting room floor shows what's left
Don't
you're using
Cutting room floors when you dropped all the true tings
Who's enlisting and who is recruiting
Who's in charge like Vladimir Putin
Who are
are never coming
Been humming in briefs, tonguing my teeth
Tugging your sleeves and retouching my dreams
Cutting room floor door flung wide
I'm inside,
He went to climb on down the base of the tree
Hotei came to help him find his words
Rhetoric so clean for sure
Disinfected the cutting room floor like
Why are entire years strewn
On the cutting room floor of memories?
When single frames of one magic night
Forever flicker in close-up on the 3-D Imax
them
It's a classless kind of fate
It holds its ground in the way that death just makes you wait
New fears to edit
The cutting room floor is where their
plane underneath another place
I didn't really like you anyways
You got a needle your arm now
Feeling like a sunbeam cutting through a living room
I
It's on the cutting room floor
Footage of this mess
Filmed then packaged and ready to sell
Betrayal, Betrayal
It rips right through me
How you lie
plates
With bad light in 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room floor
You said, "True meaning would be dying with you"
And though I wanted to, I did
year
How could a night so frozen
Be so scalding hot?
How can a morning this mild
Be so raw?
Why are entire years strewn
On the cutting room
Depression
Mental hospitals
Murder
Born on the cutting room floor
Die in the bin by the door
Hypothermia of the spirit
Why do people chase
So many
cliche
Final girl
Should've been left on the cutting room floor
I ask too much
Looking into my crystal ball
I see nothing at all
What did I expect,
Cutting room floor shot by shot cry out
"I've had enough" the pictures not done
Till you lose a pint of blood this is
What I found in the wake
year.
I could a night so frozen be so scalding hot?
How can a morning this mild be so raw?
Why are entire years strewn on the cutting room floor of memory
on the cutting room floor
Tonight we'll catch our breaths when the bodies drop
Tear off my skin if the table gets cold
These conversations where we never get old
on the cutting room floor
It's all fun and games til you get a black eye
You're down in the swer askin' all the rats, "why?"
You can live & love & lie & cheat
Artuated straight from the heart
Your destiny is black and white
A grisly study in still life
A kalopsic collage is your patchwork grave
The cutting room
light, with chipped plates, in 48 frames from a movie on
the cutting room floor, you said "True meaning would be
dying with you", and though I wanted to, I
a morning this mild
Be so raw?
Why are entire years strewn
On the cutting room floor of memory
When single frames of one magic night
Forever flicker in
pornographic
Bury the hatchet
Floor of the cutting room
Second thoughts still linger
I run my finger
Through the discolored fur
History advances
I’ll
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