1. |
Don't Hold Your Breath
03:33
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I take a breath
Of fresh poison
And hold it fast
It pierces each stratum of my mind
And I can’t let go
Bleating rocks crumble
The destruction is enticing
Caught in the whirlwind
Of losing my mind
And my footing
Deep down I rue
But can’t stop inhaling
As it burrows deeper in
There is freedom in chaos
From the penitentiary of myself
From the past and the present torn
I dare not exhale
The past catching up to me
Insists for me to breathe
For me to open my eyes
But I won’t exhale
I’ll burn the bridge to the future
And stand waving goodbye
To my hopes and dreams
And won’t feel a thing
Deep down I'll know
Life’s impending
And the flames will subside
But I can make addiction out of anything
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2. |
Wallflower Suicide
03:58
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Wallflower suicide
Afraid to live, born to die
No more swinging for the fences
No champing at the bit
Did you drink all your wealth?
No longer vinegar and piss
Very little has changed
I swear nothing ever does
All your friends are dead
And God still looks like drugs
Writing love letters to death
One room away from the saving graces known
Resentment pooling in your steps
Regret for wishing it'd be an easy tie to cut
Conversations with yourself
A carousel of loss and strain, always spins
Without a sound
Without a sound you wrote your own end down
Without a sound
Without a sound your world crumbles around you
A body used as a filter
A head like a hearse
Trenches cyanide and confusion
The derailed search
Wallflower suicide
Afraid to live, born to die
Letter marked return to sender
The tedious flame of pain just rolls
Lamenting a life you'll never know
Lamenting a death you can not make your home
Deferment and let down
There's no fate, but we're fated to be
(Always)
Without a sound
Without a sound you wrote your own end down
Without a sound
Without a sound your world crumbles around you…
So I don't want to talk about it
I've said the same things one thousand times
I don't want to talk about it
I forfeit it all to time
So I don't want to talk about it
I've said the same things one thousand times
I don't want to talk about
Far from dead, far from alive
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The fog makes me cough
The sweet taste of tightened lungs
Stuck in this place I hope for nuclear winter
Piss on any virtue of summer in me
I say that with each change don’t I?
Now shame on my mouth
The conversation turns to sand
That monolith of time and pain put off again
I built a compass out of air
Directionless it spins this vagabond heart
Tomorrow
Grind our spines on the sun and listen to that sound
Where the hell am I?
Everything is nothing and nowhere is everywhere,
If you feel juxtaposed to a trick mirror
Like heavens looking in
Where the hell are they?
Why are you lonely?
Snap that rubber band on your wrist
Hold your vice with white-knuckled grit
Whatever pleases you
I feel the same as you, I weep
No shaming me now
Midnight mist makes me cough
I’m alive enough to stir
This armchair travel into my own head
Can’t shake me now
The conversation turns to sand
That monolith of time and pain put off again
But it’s in the wrong hands
That crushing weight, that goddamn colossus
again
Tomorrow
Grind our spines on the sun and listen to that sound
The friction of existence
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4. |
New Joy
02:46
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Let that new joy bloom
Reach roots through all of you
Despite what those bastards do
I've done more emotional labor for "friends"
Who won't lift a finger to ash a cigarette
I've placed that bet, paid that debt
I've given up chance, loaded dice in my hand
I never wanted this
Pushing self love like Sisyphus
Amazing grave
I was gagged and bound
Choking up old life
All these ghost I've found
Amazing grave
I found you out
I cut a new key
I've got a safe word now
Let that new joy bloom
Reach roots through all of you
Wilted petals grow anew
It's been a long time coming since
I've been emotional porn to your helplessness
Can I love myself?
Or join you in your grave? Here's a fucking ash tray
Amazing grave
I was gagged and bound
Choking up old life
All these I ghost I've found
Amazing grave
I found you out
I cut a new key
I've got a safe word now
Cocaine hearts and morphine souls, you're all dressed up but no one to know
If I was a know nothing I know something now
Play me out boys, it's been hell
Play me out
LET THAT NEW JOY BLOOM
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5. |
Lock And Key
04:52
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It’s a nightmare we all have
Watching something terrible
Happening right in front of us
And we can’t do a thing
Our movements slowed our voices silenced
Your hearts the only thing
Reaching out to change something
But sometimes there’s no waking up
Still just frozen in place
(Wishing) you said something
(Wishing) or done something
(Wishing) but self doubt
Holds you down
And holds your tongue.
And now these moments grasp you
And there’s no escaping the catacombs
Just echoed ghosts yelling of who you should be
And you're too petrified to say something
I’m sorry I’m so scared, I’m sorry that I’m sorry
I’m sorry that I’m me
I’m engrossed by rattling souls
Each one hums with such artistry
I’m still frozen in place
Feel so distant reaching out to stay present
But I feel this heavy heart pull me away and
Someone locks eyes and turns the key
So I tear back the misery
And I wear a colorable grin
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6. |
Salted Steps
07:02
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Each day my legs grow sore and weak
Something special in the way you breathe
Inhale all of my smoke signals
Hold it in with ease
Some sadness, some sick feeling
As you tell me it's just my insecurity
Push me down, a worm will turn
But I retaliate inwards
Salted steps I lick as you walk
Anything to please you
I can ignore this disease, don't talk
Please I beg of you
This world’s a stage, an altar, a place to dissolve
Keep any memories that absolve
You go and I stay, I like it that way
I'd never hurt you
If you ever see me standing tall know
My shadow’s an axe that will fall
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