[{"id":15210482,"name":"Save Face As…","trackName":"Save Face As…","artistName":"Rav","albumName":"BENEATH THE TOXIC JUNGLE","duration":205.038435,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You were the lens through which life seemed so beautiful\nThe essence of my sickness that I didn't need a cure for\nPure lore at first, but you've blurred the lens\nMy eyes tensing hard again to get a focus, and I fail to recognize\nMy heart and my mind can't reconcile for my next move\nYet I feel like if I don't make one, then I'll just lose\nYou got so close to attempt to see through me\nAnd if you think that you've succeeded\nThen, for sure, you never knew me\nSee I've still got great cards, my hand is impressive\nYou peeped at one heart, and you're presumptuous, you're guessing\nSee what a joker you are, you were always in my hand\nAnd I got so close to you cause jokers are in demand\nSuch a dirty lens, I'll get a new prescription\nGather pretense affection, emotions equal fiction\nThe kisses and the tears make up the structure of my poker face\nBitch, best save face before you close your face\n\nPick a card, any card\nAnd take a heart, any heart\nBut not mine, not today\nThrowing middle fingers in your fucking face\nGoing\nFarewell, farewell, farewell\nFarewell, farewell, farewell\nGoing farewell, farewell, farewell\nFarewell, farewell\nBitch\n\nFarewell, I'm still singing farewell\nMaking endless loops on the stairwell\nThese stepping stones make the sickest sheppard's tones\nFalse hope; eat it up, we can all choke\nI don't like to point fingers but that hand looks loaded\nTry'na play a straight with a damn crook's motives\nBurn what you like; what I can't cook sober\nSir I'm not an architect but these plans look bogus\nMarching in place\nTrail blaze the room in an arsonist's pace\nTry'na scale through these plumes\nI am carbon and waste\nNot an artist I trace\nI need your opinion like barf in my face\nAnd while we're all stuck on this partisan race\nI'm just trying to block it out\nPlease pardon my space\nArt is my faith\nI want to see the moon dump my carcass in space\nYo what was I saying again\n\nPick a card, any card\nAnd take a heart, any heart\nBut not mine, not today\nThrowing middle fingers in your fucking face\nGoing\nFarewell, farewell, farewell\nFarewell, farewell, farewell\nGoing farewell, farewell, farewell\nFarewell, farewell\nBitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.56] You were the lens through which life seemed so beautiful\n[00:25.87] The essence of my sickness that I didn't need a cure for\n[00:28.96] Pure lore at first, but you've blurred the lens\n[00:30.92] My eyes tensing hard again to get a focus, and I fail to recognize\n[00:34.21] My heart and my mind can't reconcile for my next move\n[00:37.35] Yet I feel like if I don't make one, then I'll just lose\n[00:40.44] You got so close to attempt to see through me\n[00:42.78] And if you think that you've succeeded\n[00:44.25] Then, for sure, you never knew me\n[00:45.59] See I've still got great cards, my hand is impressive\n[00:48.82] You peeped at one heart, and you're presumptuous, you're guessing\n[00:50.98] See what a joker you are, you were always in my hand\n[00:54.23] And I got so close to you cause jokers are in demand\n[00:57.38] Such a dirty lens, I'll get a new prescription\n[01:00.25] Gather pretense affection, emotions equal fiction\n[01:02.93] The kisses and the tears make up the structure of my poker face\n[01:06.37] Bitch, best save face before you close your face\n[01:08.87] Pick a card, any card\n[01:11.55] And take a heart, any heart\n[01:14.46] But not mine, not today\n[01:16.76] Throwing middle fingers in your fucking face\n[01:19.86] Going\n[01:20.66] Farewell, farewell, farewell\n[01:23.42] Farewell, farewell, farewell\n[01:25.69] Going farewell, farewell, farewell\n[01:28.83] Farewell, farewell\n[01:30.85] Bitch\n[01:32.44] Farewell, I'm still singing farewell\n[01:35.28] Making endless loops on the stairwell\n[01:38.03] These stepping stones make the sickest sheppard's tones\n[01:40.32] False hope; eat it up, we can all choke\n[01:42.64] I don't like to point fingers but that hand looks loaded\n[01:45.90] Try'na play a straight with a damn crook's motives\n[01:48.78] Burn what you like; what I can't cook sober\n[01:51.37] Sir I'm not an architect but these plans look bogus\n[01:54.62] Marching in place\n[01:55.93] Trail blaze the room in an arsonist's pace\n[01:58.52] Try'na scale through these plumes\n[01:59.81] I am carbon and waste\n[02:01.39] Not an artist I trace\n[02:03.21] I need your opinion like barf in my face\n[02:05.93] And while we're all stuck on this partisan race\n[02:08.57] I'm just trying to block it out\n[02:09.75] Please pardon my space\n[02:11.62] Art is my faith\n[02:13.13] I want to see the moon dump my carcass in space\n[02:16.28] Yo what was I saying again\n[02:17.59] Pick a card, any card\n[02:19.80] And take a heart, any heart\n[02:23.33] But not mine, not today\n[02:25.47] Throwing middle fingers in your fucking face\n[02:28.56] Going\n[02:29.09] Farewell, farewell, farewell\n[02:32.12] Farewell, farewell, farewell\n[02:34.18] Going farewell, farewell, farewell\n[02:37.28] Farewell, farewell\n[02:39.56] Bitch\n[02:40.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Save Face As…\n artist: Rav\n album: BENEATH THE TOXIC JUNGLE\n duration_ms: 205038\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You were the lens through which life seemed so beautiful\n start_ms: 23560\n end_ms: 25870\n- text: The essence of my sickness that I didn't need a cure for\n start_ms: 25870\n end_ms: 28960\n- text: Pure lore at first, but you've blurred the lens\n start_ms: 28960\n end_ms: 30920\n- text: My eyes tensing hard again to get a focus, and I fail to recognize\n start_ms: 30920\n end_ms: 34210\n- text: My heart and my mind can't reconcile for my next move\n start_ms: 34210\n end_ms: 37350\n- text: Yet I feel like if I don't make one, then I'll just lose\n start_ms: 37350\n end_ms: 40440\n- text: You got so close to attempt to see through me\n start_ms: 40440\n end_ms: 42780\n- text: And if you think that you've succeeded\n start_ms: 42780\n end_ms: 44250\n- text: Then, for sure, you never knew me\n start_ms: 44250\n end_ms: 45590\n- text: See I've still got great cards, my hand is impressive\n start_ms: 45590\n end_ms: 48820\n- text: You peeped at one heart, and you're presumptuous, you're guessing\n start_ms: 48820\n end_ms: 50980\n- text: See what a joker you are, you were always in my hand\n start_ms: 50980\n end_ms: 54230\n- text: And I got so close to you cause jokers are in demand\n start_ms: 54230\n end_ms: 57380\n- text: Such a dirty lens, I'll get a new prescription\n start_ms: 57380\n end_ms: 60250\n- text: Gather pretense affection, emotions equal fiction\n start_ms: 60250\n end_ms: 62930\n- text: The kisses and the tears make up the structure of my poker face\n start_ms: 62930\n end_ms: 66370\n- text: Bitch, best save face before you close your face\n start_ms: 66370\n end_ms: 68870\n- text: Pick a card, any card\n start_ms: 68870\n end_ms: 71550\n- text: And take a heart, any heart\n start_ms: 71550\n end_ms: 74460\n- text: But not mine, not today\n start_ms: 74460\n end_ms: 76760\n- text: Throwing middle fingers in your fucking face\n start_ms: 76760\n end_ms: 79860\n- text: Going\n start_ms: 79860\n end_ms: 80660\n- text: Farewell, farewell, farewell\n start_ms: 80660\n end_ms: 83420\n- text: Farewell, farewell, farewell\n start_ms: 83420\n end_ms: 85690\n- text: Going farewell, farewell, farewell\n start_ms: 85690\n end_ms: 88830\n- text: Farewell, farewell\n start_ms: 88830\n end_ms: 90850\n- text: Bitch\n start_ms: 90850\n end_ms: 92440\n- text: Farewell, I'm still singing farewell\n start_ms: 92440\n end_ms: 95280\n- text: Making endless loops on the stairwell\n start_ms: 95280\n end_ms: 98030\n- text: These stepping stones make the sickest sheppard's tones\n start_ms: 98030\n end_ms: 100320\n- text: False hope; 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eat it up, we can all choke\n[01:42.64] I don't like to point fingers but that hand looks loaded\n[01:45.90] Try'na play a straight with a damn crook's motives\n[01:48.78] Burn what you like; what I can't cook sober\n[01:51.37] Sir I'm not an architect but these plans look bogus\n[01:54.62] Marching in place\n[01:55.93] Trail blaze the room in an arsonist's pace\n[01:58.52] Try'na scale through these plumes\n[01:59.81] I am carbon and waste\n[02:01.39] Not an artist I trace\n[02:03.21] I need your opinion like barf in my face\n[02:05.93] And while we're all stuck on this partisan race\n[02:08.57] I'm just trying to block it out\n[02:09.75] Please pardon my space\n[02:11.62] Art is my faith\n[02:13.13] I want to see the moon dump my carcass in space\n[02:16.28] Yo what was I saying again\n[02:17.59] Pick a card, any card\n[02:19.80] And take a heart, any heart\n[02:23.33] But not mine, not today\n[02:25.47] Throwing middle fingers in your fucking face\n[02:28.56] Going\n[02:29.09] Farewell, farewell, farewell\n[02:32.12] Farewell, farewell, farewell\n[02:34.18] Going farewell, farewell, farewell\n[02:37.28] Farewell, farewell\n[02:39.56] Bitch\n[02:40.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Save Face As...\n artist: Rav\n album: Beneath the Toxic Jungle\n duration_ms: 205000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You were the lens through which life seemed so beautiful\n start_ms: 23560\n end_ms: 25870\n- text: The essence of my sickness that I didn't need a cure for\n start_ms: 25870\n end_ms: 28960\n- text: Pure lore at first, but you've blurred the lens\n start_ms: 28960\n end_ms: 30920\n- text: My eyes tensing hard again to get a focus, and I fail to recognize\n start_ms: 30920\n end_ms: 34210\n- text: My heart and my mind can't reconcile for my next move\n start_ms: 34210\n end_ms: 37350\n- text: Yet I feel like if I don't make one, then I'll just lose\n start_ms: 37350\n end_ms: 40440\n- text: You got so close to attempt to see through me\n start_ms: 40440\n end_ms: 42780\n- text: And if you think that you've succeeded\n start_ms: 42780\n end_ms: 44250\n- text: Then, for sure, you never knew me\n start_ms: 44250\n end_ms: 45590\n- text: See I've still got great cards, my hand is impressive\n start_ms: 45590\n end_ms: 48820\n- text: You peeped at one heart, and you're presumptuous, you're guessing\n start_ms: 48820\n end_ms: 50980\n- text: See what a joker you are, you were always in my hand\n start_ms: 50980\n end_ms: 54230\n- text: And I got so close to you cause jokers are in demand\n start_ms: 54230\n end_ms: 57380\n- text: Such a dirty lens, I'll get a new prescription\n start_ms: 57380\n end_ms: 60250\n- text: Gather pretense affection, emotions equal fiction\n start_ms: 60250\n end_ms: 62930\n- text: The kisses and the tears make up the structure of my poker face\n start_ms: 62930\n end_ms: 66370\n- text: Bitch, best save face before you close your face\n start_ms: 66370\n end_ms: 68870\n- text: Pick a card, any card\n start_ms: 68870\n end_ms: 71550\n- text: And take a heart, any heart\n start_ms: 71550\n end_ms: 74460\n- text: But not mine, not today\n start_ms: 74460\n end_ms: 76760\n- text: Throwing middle fingers in your fucking face\n start_ms: 76760\n end_ms: 79860\n- text: Going\n start_ms: 79860\n end_ms: 80660\n- text: Farewell, farewell, farewell\n start_ms: 80660\n end_ms: 83420\n- text: Farewell, farewell, farewell\n start_ms: 83420\n end_ms: 85690\n- text: Going farewell, farewell, farewell\n start_ms: 85690\n end_ms: 88830\n- text: Farewell, farewell\n start_ms: 88830\n end_ms: 90850\n- text: Bitch\n start_ms: 90850\n end_ms: 92440\n- text: Farewell, I'm still singing farewell\n start_ms: 92440\n end_ms: 95280\n- text: Making endless loops on the stairwell\n start_ms: 95280\n end_ms: 98030\n- text: These stepping stones make the sickest sheppard's tones\n start_ms: 98030\n end_ms: 100320\n- text: False hope; 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eat it up, we can all choke\nI don't like to point fingers but that hand looks loaded\nTry'na play a straight with a damn crook's motives\nBurn what you like; what I can't cook sober\nSir I'm not an architect but these plans look bogus\nMarching in place\nTrail blaze the room in an arsonist's pace\nTry'na scale through these plumes\nI am carbon and waste\nNot an artist I trace\nI need your opinion like barf in my face\nAnd while we're all stuck on this partisan race\nI'm just trying to block it out\nPlease pardon my space\nArt is my faith\nI want to see the moon dump my carcass in space\nYo what was I saying again\n\nPick a card, any card\nAnd take a heart, any heart\nBut not mine, not today\nThrowing middle fingers in your fucking face\nGoing\nFarewell, farewell, farewell\nFarewell, farewell, farewell\nGoing farewell, farewell, farewell\nFarewell, farewell\nBitch","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.56] You were the lens through which life seemed so beautiful\n[00:25.87] The essence of my sickness that I didn't need a cure for\n[00:28.96] Pure lore at first, but you've blurred the lens\n[00:30.92] My eyes tensing hard again to get a focus, and I fail to recognize\n[00:34.21] My heart and my mind can't reconcile for my next move\n[00:37.35] Yet I feel like if I don't make one, then I'll just lose\n[00:40.44] You got so close to attempt to see through me\n[00:42.78] And if you think that you've succeeded\n[00:44.25] Then, for sure, you never knew me\n[00:45.59] See I've still got great cards, my hand is impressive\n[00:48.82] You peeped at one heart, and you're presumptuous, you're guessing\n[00:50.98] See what a joker you are, you were always in my hand\n[00:54.23] And I got so close to you cause jokers are in demand\n[00:57.38] Such a dirty lens, I'll get a new prescription\n[01:00.25] Gather pretense affection, emotions equal fiction\n[01:02.93] The kisses and the tears make up the structure of my poker face\n[01:06.37] Bitch, best save face before you close your face\n[01:08.87] Pick a card, any card\n[01:11.55] And take a heart, any heart\n[01:14.46] But not mine, not today\n[01:16.76] Throwing middle fingers in your fucking face\n[01:19.86] Going\n[01:20.66] Farewell, farewell, farewell\n[01:23.42] Farewell, farewell, farewell\n[01:25.69] Going farewell, farewell, farewell\n[01:28.83] Farewell, farewell\n[01:30.85] Bitch\n[01:32.44] Farewell, I'm still singing farewell\n[01:35.28] Making endless loops on the stairwell\n[01:38.03] These stepping stones make the sickest sheppard's tones\n[01:40.32] False hope; 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