1. |
Death Of Sleep
04:46
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And when I taste, I taste it twice
coming back up coming back up
look at the stage I'm in
mourning the death of sleep
right before accepting and digressing
the more I do, the more I hate how i do.
Mourning the death of sleep
(lips deep in a martini glass
bite down bite down bite)
Who do you think you are
And where do you get off
Eyes wide at your personality
I can smell it from here
Turn the stomach over
Turn the stomach over
Turn the stomach over
Turn the stomach over
And when I taste, I taste it twice
coming back up coming back up
look at the stage I'm in
mourning the death of sleep
right before accepting and digressing
the more I do, the more I hate how i do.
Mourning the death of sleep
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2. |
Feel That Weight
04:15
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I feel sick when you say my name
say it twice it feels better twice
when you touch it, it's not the same
I became myself my former self
Show me where it hurts scratch at your itch
show me where it hurts pick at the scab the fingers twitch
crack the 8 on the ground
can't tell tell the future that hurts
the 8 on the ground
Glass makes you blind house is a burden
burn it all down make you see two
go find someone else with a better smile
i don't have one anymore you took it from me
You wouldnt feel that weight
Hide away hide away
You're gonna feel that weight
Wallow in your self made mud
choke on your fucking luck
confess to a wooden booth
digress to and inner youth
Spitting Image of gods foul grace
Definition of wasted space
Reaction to your twisted truth
Digress to a broken youth
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3. |
Where Am I?
06:12
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Oh shit I lost myself again
trying to find myself again
I gave myself to a couple of friends
but they misplaced me no no they misplaced me
I dropped myself down at the bottom of the ocean
swimming with the fishies swimming with the fishies
Now where was I
where was I where was I where was I where was
I've been trying to read
I've been trying to listen
I've been hiding from the people i know
My bad
My big bad problem
Oh fuck I lost myself again
trying to compose myself again
trying to organize myself again no no
I lost my head back at that old high school locker room
I lost my self composure there
I lost my dignity there
now where was i when I went down
where was I when that happened
where was I where was I where was
I've been trying to read
I've been trying to listen
I've been hiding from the people i know
My bad
My big bad problem
I've been trying to read you know I have
I've been trying to listen to you
I've been hiding from the people i know and love and admire
My bad
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4. |
Trust Yourself
03:22
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I wanna be the one I wanna be the one
To walk on the sun
I wanna be the one I wanna be the one
To right all those wrongs for you
Today I learned how to give up
Today I saw my dad in me
Today I felt true lust
In that way I forgot to see
Saw his hands today
and he said he said he said
Some day you're gonna come on down
Crash Down Hard
Yup
I wanna be the one I wanna be the one
Who takes what you've earned
I wanna be the one I wanna be the one
Who gets what you deserve
Yesterday I saw a man take his breath
Yesterday I felt my body break down
Yesterday I heard that foul stench
On that day I lost my crown
Saw their hands today
and they said they said you know what they said
You don't get it do you
Its not about you or your selfish time
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5. |
Stain Of You
03:02
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A stain I cannot wash off
A stench that lingers
A fault confessions cannot face
A drip from the fingers
I saw
I saw a man drowning in desperation
I saw a man bent by frustration
I saw evil take it's turn
I saw a man take his turn on a man in need
It was a stain I cannot wash off
I was a stench that lingers
It was a stain I cannot wash off
I was a stench that lingers
It was a stain I cannot wash off
I was a stench that lingers
It was a stain I cannot wash off
I was a stench that lingers
I just sat there and watched
I lay frozen upon his loss
I stayed quiet I kept my mouth shut
my words were vomit at the sight of his blood
and it was
A stain I cannot wash off
A stench that lingers
A fault confessions cannot face
A drip from the fingers
It was a stain I cannot wash off
I was a stench that lingers
It was a stain I cannot wash off
I was a stench that lingers
It was a stain I cannot wash off
I was a stench that lingers
It was a stain I cannot wash off
I was a stench that lingers
Attribution Reluctance
Attribution Reluctance
Attribution Reluctance
Look but don't touch
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6. |
Dear You,
04:46
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Lover, hide your pleasure
Leader, make me the scapegoat
Mother, give up
Bleeder, grow my horns
Friend, turn your back
Time, be my friend
I am saved
I am water
I am free
I made you
Me, hurt someone
Me, tell a lie
Me, be at fault
Me, lose all hope
Me, be a bleeder
Me, tear my arms
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7. |
Shadow Of An Uncle
04:54
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You cannot ask for forgiveness
What do you know about control
Cannot expect forgiveness
What sympathy holds for you, death comes in full
They say that death comes in three
One, the thought
Two, The choice
Three, the action
Shadow of an Uncle cannot own her
Her voice louder than his hand on her mouth
and she will make him kneel and feel crushed
All the girls tearing at his joints
and she will sit up in the role of the knot on his hands, and she will say
All the birds on the city are for me
all the voices, they peak louder for me
this story is mine to believe
I am stronger than your hands
You're blind you cannot see
And as she sat behind him
on Easter Sunday
shadow of a bloody nose
and a bloody dress on the pew
she could scream
she will scream
she does scream
and they will listen
they will listen
they will listen they
All the birds on the city are for me
all the voices, they peak louder for me
this story is mine to believe
I am stronger than your hands
You're blind you cannot see
All the birds on the city are for me
all the voices, they peak louder for me
this story is mine to believe
I am stronger than your hands
You're blind you cannot see
And the birds
And the birds
And the birds
And the birds
And the birds
And the birds
And the birds
And the birds
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8. |
I Am Caesar
03:49
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Before I die
I'll write my story
After I die
there will be nothing for me
and with my story
I will fly
I have my history
but no one will read me
I am Caesar
Your blood is mine
Bones are mine
Eyes are blind
I let you see
I let you see me
I let you see
I let you see me
In a book invincible
is written my auto
kill all your friends and foes
my gilden motto
and on top of those dead bodies
I will find my best friends again
I wanted it
to be permanent
I am Caesar
Your blood is mine
Bones are mine
Eyes are blind
I let you see
I let you see me
I let you see
I let you see me
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9. |
Car Crash
03:37
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I've been given the silent treatment slipping into cabin fever
you know what they say
Theres a whole bucket of history, I'm just trying to dip my feet in
You know what they say
I cant see all this noise going on, it's a visual collect-a-thon
You know what they say
Ive been sleeping in a factory, the birds and the bees and the dirty feet
You know what they say
The sun wont burn what it can't touch
The sun wont burn what it can't touch
The sun wont burn what it can't touch
The sun wont burn what it can't touch
When I close my eyes I will see the luck
When I close my eyes I will see the luck
When I close my eyes I will see the luck
When I close my eyes I will see the luck
This body's not built to last
This body's not built to last
This body's not built to last
This body's not built to last
In the heat of it all I'll see the car crash
In the heat of it all I'll see the car crash
In the heat of it all I'll see the car crash
In the heat of it all I'll see the car crash
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10. |
Seeing Red
05:04
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What kind of uncanny valley is this all
and what the fuck did I just do
Oh
How far will i fall
till the shit hits the fan
Pull it out, knuckles on the blade
even thin slices make it real pretty doe me now
Pull it out, knuckles on the blade
even thin slices make sure it stays sharp
I'm a friend of no one
got no answers for you all
you look at me and fuck with my vision
I will frame you on a wall
Pull it out, knuckles on the blade
even thin slices make it look neat
Pull it out, knuckles on the blade
Hang it on the wall
What's left in silence
you won't hear it
did you think before you talk
I hope not pray not
violence
violence
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11. |
Change Will Bleed
04:29
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When I pick a toothpick and I get a bad one
I throw it in the fire and try again
In the cracks of my hands is all the dirt and oil I've ever touched
I won't wash it off
I woke up to a nine volt against my tongue
and my head banging between the seats
my slimy mouth was dripping on the sheets
the smokes coming in the room again
did I forget the stove again
did i leave that light on
When I get there and take my shoes off
and my old man gets there and tells me good job
I'll sleep on petals
dream of feathers
dream of pretty weather
think of what he said there
When I get there and take my shoes off
and my old man gets there and tells me good job
I'll sleep on petals
dream of feathers
dream of pretty weather
think of what he said there
Change will bleed the better me
Change will bleed the better me
Change will bleed the better me
Change will bleed the better me
Change will bleed the better me
Change will bleed the better me
Change will bleed the better me
Change will bleed the better me
Change will bleed the better me
Change will bleed the better me
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