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Sadist (Produced by Notebook)

from The Collage EP by Notebook.

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I said, "take care of me."
Pull my skin together and be my therapy.
We can play the wicked game, but be careful - it's Russian Roulette with a grenade,
and a handful of handguns. Blow me away.
I don't want to die, but the spoonful of Ipecac is soon to be in my veins,
a pre-lude to an instant death.
I'm dehydrated, sipping anything to to keep alive but Hennesey and peace of mind.
That glass was half-empty from the beginning of time, no need to lie.
You swore that we'd be fine.
Pinky promised, then I seen the blood drip.
You're a creep. Sleep at night with your grief.
It's intriguing how we try to leave but the cycle keeps repeating.
This maso-sadist scene is fiesty, but it's needed.
It's a strain to call this sweet,
when the pain is all we need.
And it hurts so good.

Love. Lust. Blood all over my hands. Do you see?
Do you see?
Why are you smiling at me?
I'm guessing this is your thing,
but I can't take it.
Oh my god, I just can't take it.
One more of shot of that heartbreak and..
and I'm gone before you save me,
if you want to at all.

So, don't stare at me.
I can see inside your eyes: you care for me. But, I guess I've got to wear these strings.
Cut yours off, carefully.
Something's wrong. Tell me please.
Show me that I'm not out of my mind, paranoid, scared and weak. But, that's it.
Yeah, yeah, that's it.
My trust is wearing thin.
Like my bones and my skin.
I'm your own skeleton.
You're my soul's medicine.
Withdraw when I'm without it all. Give it up or I'm dead and stiff. Let me in on this experiment.
Tell me your plans now.
To empty every feeling into your bag now?
Close it up and crush it up, well I can't tell.
This is a bad vibe. Living with hands tied.
It's a strain to call this sweet,
when the pain is all we need.
And it hurts so good.

(Hook)

Cut me open at the seams.
Film it on the camera screen.
Yeah, baby, you're red-handed.
Oh yeah, baby, you're red-handed.

Cut me open at the seams.
Film it on the camera screen.
Yeah, baby, you're red-handed.
And I'm loving every second of the damage...

(Outro)

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from The Collage EP, released August 24, 2012

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Notebook. Clayton, New Jersey

Notebook. is an Alternative / Hip-Hop Musician that has been breaking down the boundaries between genres for seventeen years, all while putting his graphic, movie-like journey sonically on display. Limitation in Art is not a rule that he abides by, and the extreme highs and gut-wrenching lows of Notebook.'s life-experience is what also makes his work so relatable. ... more

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