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Underground
03:19
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Underground
Where the stories fit the shadows on the wall
There's a silver trumpet call
And the shadow's face is God
It's 4 AM
My mind is flickering again
These words will never fill the sin
This world will bend and break them in
Way down
These words could fill the sight, the sound
These words could turn on every light
If we could only get it right
I'll take these words
I'll burn them down
I'll bury them, I'll bury us
Way underground
'Cause I will never get it right
No I will never get it right
If words could turn on every light
I'd turn 'em off
I got no soul
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Staring At Shadows
02:50
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I'm falling around, I'm falling around
These things I can't put down
I hate the state of the world, I hate the state of the world
And I hate this town
Who could've known it my love that my arms couldn't carry your pain
Who could have said it my love without living up to the shame
Staring at shadows
Hoping for sun
Waking at midnight
Hoping for dawn
I'm falling around, I'm falling around
These things I can't put down
I hate the state of the world, I hate the state of the world
And I hate this town
Who could've known it my love the truth breaks your legs to make you stay
Who could have said it my love you put holes in my skull with your gaze
When we rise
Like tides that cover older shores
Rise with no eyes
We lost them staring at shadows
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Time takes care of itself and no one else
No tarot cards or spells
Bring tides on tideless sand or cleanse the sea or breathe the earth
Or give us washed-out land
But we'll demand it
You remain
Taste the fruit of smoke, breathe next summer's flame
It had to be a joke for them to play their game
Carbon's cool
Here's what's in store for you
We told you so
And now you know
We can't save anything anymore
Never asked these questions
But we demand these answers now
Fires, floods & hurricanes for everybody else
We'll live in the now
I remain
Too much smoke to breathe
Can't turn down the heat
Bathe in plastic shreds
Not quite as good as dead
Carbon's cool
It's what's in store for you
Burning down the trees, blowing back the leaves
The water's always hot, the presents always bought
The blood is on your hands, it don't matter, got the land
Build another Earth, it's in your net worth
Rich man, poor man, drink from the oil can
Faster, faster, if you do it fast you can
Stay richer richer than this little brown man now take a stand
Time to take your burning kingdom with your grubby hands
Trying just to breathe and I can't turn down the heat...
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Bright
02:41
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I've found my sight
But it's too bright
I said I feel so alive
I could touch the sun and I'd just have to reach right through your eyes
Are you aware
That I've been there
Every time I ran my soul with my fingers through your hair
I've found my sight
But it's too bright
I said hey we'll be all right
We sure as hell can't see it now but we have surely seen the light
Are you aware
The touch of your skin & hair is all that I can hold onto while I am drowning here in fear
I've found my sight
But it's too bright
Did you know I had it all figured out
We were never gonna doubt
Never gonna frown
Somewhere in there I got it all turned around
All that I can see's the ground
Coming up so fast, yeah
WHOA
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Killer Eyes
03:41
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Love your eyes fire live
They're firing my reason and killing my lies
And I wish they'd kill me to die
Trapped by the hope and the horror in your killer eyes
Live through these killer eyes
Live through these killer eyes
Love take my heart and my spine
Take my lungs, take my liver laid out in a line
And devotion will follow in time
Trapped by the hope and the horror in your killer eyes
Live through these killer eyes
Live through these killer eyes
They're begging me, bleeding me, bruising me, keeping me
Can't you just take me alive
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6. |
Eyes Shut
02:09
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Platitudes of gratitude
Obedience the virtue of ties
Save the big man in the suit from tripping on
Precarious points of lies
You keep your eyes shut
Think they hold in the light, but you walk blind
In your suit and tie
Rapists say the name of God
They learned our little suitcoat club handshake
You know it can't be what it ought
It's true because we say it to your face
Now your eyes bleed
Spit out the prophet's seed
In the cold light
Of this righteous lie
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Forked Tongue Soup
03:44
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Songs that the whole world could sing
Join hands and pray, join hands and pray
Jesus bleeds the money till the oil is water clean
Join hands and pray, join hands and pray
I can't see him but I know he's there
For his hand guides the drones right through the air
Join hands and pray
Cross your heart and hope to die
Peace of the dead, peace of the dead
A mote's as good as a beam with all this blood inside my eyes
Join hands of red, join hands of red
I can't see him but I know he's there
For his hand guides the drones right through the air
Join hands and pray
There is a house in Washington
They call the house of prayer
And I can't see him but I know he's there
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Waking up with everything you thought you’d never have
But everyone’s got reasons to be sad
Swear if I could get this done it would all come out right
I swear that I will change after tonight
But did you notice
What was right and what was wrong
It changes every time we sing a different kind of song
And would it matter
If we had known it all along?
We couldn’t say it to ourselves; we couldn’t be alone
I found myself deep in need
Without the words to say what it means
And so we’ll hold hands jumping expecting to break and to bleed
I need you
Firing at bottle caps and skating over fate
Living off indifference beats hate
Can you stretch yourself until you come around again?
Can you be there when I need a friend
And does it matter
If our armor’s made of glass
If our castle’s made of paper and our fire’s turned to ash
Will we notice
When it blows by all too fast
A thousand faces screaming while two silent ones look past
I found myself deep in need
Without the words to say what it means
And so we’ll hold hands jumping expecting to break and to bleed
I need you
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Shout It Out
03:48
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I can see the light, what you call light
Makes barbed-wire walls grow high
Pray to God on high, God loves a fight
His army's always right
I feel like I've got new lungs growing
Feel like shouting fire
And I feel this light is overflowing
Chokes me like a wire
Shout it out
I'll break your walls down with hammers made of sound
Dear leader let us pray and choke and cheer
While the fires grow higher and roar
I feel this world is overheating
Choking on the score
Take my hand and hold, and hold, the stars go out, the sky explodes
We got ten years, just ten years left to go
Shout it out
I'll break your walls down with hammers made of sound
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Shipwreck
04:24
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The feeling of the week
The best time to be freaked
Snow hides a lot, it hides my corpse
Asleep til spring again in blankets of remorse
But I thought I felt it
But I thought your hand
Could it have melted
Is it on demand?
There's no reason for it
There's no use to plan
I'm an empty coffin
Fill me up with sand
Now I'll be up all night holding course like a shipwreck
Tonight just hold my hand, yeah we'll take it breath by breath
A cold hill in the night
I'm so afraid of life
You touch the junkyard, breathe the rust, the scar
What do you see here to make you go so far?
But I thought I felt it
I thought it was
My imagined anguish
Reasoning because
There's no reason for it
There's no use, I've found
Losing touch in eyesight
Losing eyes in sound
Now I'll be up all night holding course like a shipwreck
Tonight just hold my hand, yeah we'll take it breath by breath
Did I tell you that I gave up? Did I tell you how afraid, how afraid I can be?
Did you want to fall in love? I fell in love with you already
Awake and now alive & I feel like such a wreck
Tonight you took my heart & you filled me with your breath
Now I'll be up all night holding course like a shipwreck
Tonight just hold my hand, yeah we'll take it breath by breath
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Throw No Stereo Bellingham, Washington
Emo and synthpunk with big 2004 feels.
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