The Bidding (Tally Hall Cover w/ Lyrics)

yes, i know this one is a day late. tough titty, kid, that's what it's like to be an adult with a hobby.
again though, i am quite proud of this one in the video department, i hope that shows.
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LYRICS:
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I've been sleeping in a cardboard box,
spending every dollar on a losing lot.
And even though I know it isn't worth much stock,
you know it's better to have tried than not.

Can you tell me who you're trying to fool?
I can't seem to find the point you're trying to make.
And if you think that you can lie to me,
then I think you've made a big mistake.

Going once. Going twice.
Every madman has his vice.
Some have lust. Some have greed.
Some have intra-psychosocial envy.

We've been here like a thousand times;
circled all around this dreadful carousel.
You say that you're so cognizant
of all the patterned lies that you try not to tell.
And yet you still continue putting in your dimes
and continue this revolving hell.

And here he is: the piece of shit
sitting, seething high atop his stolen throne.
Glass is the house of the hypocrite,
and yet you still continue arming stones.

Going once. Going twice.
Let me lend you some advice.
Time is short, life even more.
Yet you wage this silly war.
Going twice. Going thrice.
Guess this means we'll tie the rope today.

See, I've been in total agony, relentlessly,
ever since you came around.
You came around.

[You claim to relish entropy, but I see]
(Stuck, deteriorating helplessly, endlessly.)
[the order which you beg to hold you down to the ground.]
(The 'Ruler' of our Soul, left never crowned, forever bound.)
Your [silence] (violence) deafens more than any sound.

Oh my god. Holy shit.
We were there. That was it.
Did you see harmony,
if only temporarily?
The halves I reviled.
An attempt to concile.
One more time, go again.
No, this can't be the end.

It was mean. It was vile.
Like a freak. Like a child.
But for once, Heart and Mind
had finally combined.
I believe. I concede.
You can finally enweave.
If not for you or for him
then please do it for me.

'Cos I don't know how much more I can take.
This creeping, seeping, sickly, sweeping,
heinous heartache. [headache.]
So please, won't you just attempt to be free.
'Cos I think I can finally be me.

We've been here like a thousand times,
fighting the other hemisphere.
But maybe if we reasoned our rhymes
this dissonance could disappear.