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Abandoner
03:03
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What a waste of time
keeping our heads high and dry
Outside; the actions there.
Running from our guides
Mandatory recourse
at its finest line.
They've got you there.
Straying far too close to home
Leaning on the leaners hunting
arts and crafts go rogue.
Something's gotta give so they can blame
Delinquencies are overdue
so they pay.
Thieving all the ways we've got to live
make it mine, make it mine
Believing anecdotes to make them wince
I'm keeping mine, I'm keeping mine
Fearing all the while
protecting all the shoulders
chipped and tapped and bawled upon
Seething at the mouth
Vulgarities are comedic
bursts of words
say them now
Straying far too close to home
Leaning on the leaners hunting
arts and crafts go rogue.
Something's gotta give so they can blame
Delinquencies are overdue
so they pay.
Thieving all the ways we've got to live
make it mine, make it mine
Believing anecdotes to make them wince
I'm keeping mine, I'm keeping mine
And all the times we break down to the core
all while keeping ourselves to highest ground
pinning lonely numbers to the wall
always keeping ourselves to highest ground.
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The New Cruelty
03:08
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You're set to make your mark
Cutting teeth to grind your shards
Your sharpness is aloud
All the time to make your mind
While this dampness dulls your mind
Those words will damage soon
Inane to keep your name
Descriptive texts remove the blame
Once the truth gets out, you'll see
You deride by design
Angled, cornered and benign
Laughing keeps you feeling safe
You're self-assured though you're not so sure
Double downed on a round in a town you have no secure
Fighting through to make some room
all the crowds getting loud from the frightened sound of slighted sures
We need this sound for deepening
The culture's couture
And you've made so sure
the fabric's right for pinning tight
You've made some shots
Let us pour you some more shots
The liquor makes it right
So their showing you the door
and it smacks you to the floor
They'll keep descending like hawk
Alive and alert
Alarming sounds to keep alert
This motives got to change
You're self-assured though you're not so sure
Double downed on a round in a town you have no secure
Fighting through to make some room
all the crowds getting loud from the frightened sound of slighted sures
We need this sound for deepening
This is utmost in a fashion like you've never seen
Calling action to the killing fields
We need this sound for deepening
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Teenage Dope
02:18
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the classic and romantic and the time we wandered on
fucking up the system while fucking up our brains all along.
burnt my leg and rot my brain
but not much more from those days
beat the system but i lost my keys
this teenage dope is killing me.
we are all normal now. but it dont matter anyhow
my anger lives in storm drains, but that too will come to pass
cuz we are running off with runny mouths that empty like a glass
our ideals and dreams give way to deadlines and a quick payday
and we assimilate and give up hope.
but i just cant quit this teenage dope.
Drug rehabilitation, sexual degradation, habitual frustration,
mindless incantations
Narrow point of view, jaded IOUs, irreverence of youth,
maniacal need for proof.
you got your LSD HPPD, borderline psych disease,
your lack of faith and less of means.
your wasted days your dying dreams, the doldrums
and the go betweens
you lost your mind and you cant cope
you got your teenage dope.
father, son and holy ghost
god bless the this one last overdose
won my war and i kept my hope
all because this teenage dope.
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Feeling Outsider
03:21
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He has a requisite to fail.
Kept clean and made to keep the surface sheen.
Most coats can't keep the warmth in.
He read the rights, maybes and wrongs
leaving out, of course, the fact matters
Black and white can change things.
Seated, smarmy and intent
to breaking all those rules with carelessness
The line gets blurred with motion.
He saw the writings on the wall.
He keeps the keepsakes that kept him here.
A place of mystery. Bored and boarded suits him fine.
Conceived through sheer will and in contempt
Satisfaction, it waned.
Turning more to hate
and leaving all the signs of told you so.
Feeling outside settles in.
He saw the writings on the wall.
He keeps the keepsakes that kept him here.
Same place of mystery. Maintain anonymous
and indiscreet for it keeps all the blood pumping.
And it makes all of his routines stay the same.
Good god this infamy. Cart wheeled infirmary
All of this attention keeps haste in detention
Allegorical to a "T". Categorized as crazed.
Ink blots and ink dots fend. Surviving one more year at best.
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5. |
Becoming Finite
02:32
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We used to walk together and when I was weak he would carry me
Two become one set of footprints along the cold and raging sea.
But where were you? When I killed that cat.
Where were you? When I stabbed that back.
Where were you?when I broke her down.
Where were you? You were never around
I used to live forever with my dead loved ones in my mind
Two become one reunited in heaven on the day we die.
But where were you ? with all the johns your holden
But where were you? Kids had no chance to growoldand
But where were you? For her esophageal cancer
And where were you? no fucking answer.
Turning away. Away from the light. Turning into the night. Becoming finite.
Hate your jesus but I love you Nathan, but ill never understand why you put your faith in a church so righteously correct, that every other faith is circumspect, (to become one)
your personal lord and savior has blinded you to all the ways to find favor
with your son of god, your synagogs, your belief that everyman is born wrong. (Where were you?)
A god who births babies just to die, and lets parents walk around hurting inside,
Wondering if they are at all to blame, a lifetime of grief and loss and pain.
(Where were you?)
he died for all your sins, not mine. I Prefer to not wash my mind,
in holy water, your holy father, you are so blinded by those biased "scholars."
(to become one)
i know it must be so enticing, the promise of heaven, forever loving christ and i understand you think you feel gods grace, but the life i live has finally killed my faith.
Turning away. Away from the light. Turning into the night. Becoming finite.
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Hapless Victim
02:36
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Of all the times you’d get pushed down you’ve kept your grace
Holding tight and fighting fierce hiding your face
You got a lot knocked out with a boot stompdown and fist fight craze
its the seedy underside while hardly gratified that’ll keep them all away
A broad stroke swipe on the right hand side took out what’s left
A fatted up calf on parade gone past marks the postman’s death
You were one step away from a blacked out day with a pair to match
And all the while killing smiles fake greetings held for miles and a plain marked grave.
You’ve seen it all and made it past.
You’ve dealt it all and made it what you wanted when you wanted it.
You’ve seen it all and made it past.
All the makings of a monster but you’re unafraid
"Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind.“
Alone, angry, hands clamped tight double fisting nights away
Drunk and sloppy always beats neat, nice and tucked away
Keeping all your ethos tight
leaves that scraping on your side
Hapless Victim
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7. |
13th Step
02:23
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grind these teeth in 4/4 time, got sores in my mouth coated in bile.
this bone dry throat and voice to match
got bricks on my chest and knifes in my back.
Its alright. Its alright. I got that hindsight.
Splitting my brain at 3am, choking on decisions
Again and again.
Sweet self destruction, you know ill come running back to you, every godamn time
Internal combustion, you are second to nothing now its time, for me to wreck my life
got arms and legs that know only one thing, to me take the bar, to lift another drink
these intestines are tied into knots.
so cant release these rotten feelings and thoughts
Its alright its alright. I got that hindsight.
20/20 at 5am (4-3-2-1), relapsing again,
and again and again.
Sweet self destruction, you know ill come running back to you, every godamn time
Eternal combustion, youre second to nothing now its time, for me to wreck my life
that 13 step, again.
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And once we've gathered what was lost
in roaming company with matters that must part
including sincere grievances and holdings
multiplied to max the pain
Pain and the stories that continue
keep them laughing in your eyes.
Pain and those who always want to find that missing _____
We've taken all for granted.
We've taken off.
We'll keep these words you've said for years.
Pain and the stories that continue
keep them laughing in your eyes.
Pain and those who always want to find that missing _____
I'll take these words you've spoken
Take them away.
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9. |
Soul's Up
02:16
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hey. when's the last time u really preyed?
(talking bout) soules up, knees down, elbows pointed at the ground.
Hands clasped in front your face, begging for a saving grace.
can i get some relief with peace on earth. with love and grace for all our hurt.
can i get a second chance, can we do it again, can i get another beer, can i get an amen
for all the thoughts sent heaven word, never answered , never heard.
a waste of time, a waste of breath, if there is a god, than hes blind and deaf.
please. do you really believe?
(talking bout) time spent in worship, is really time well spent?
Hands clasped in front your face, begging for a saving grace.
will all your time spent in church, heal the sick, provide a cure
for suffering and broken love, like prayers into the sky above
you move
closer to god. farther from me.
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10. |
80's Style Dynamic Music
03:35
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After counting all the chips that you have lost
do you still want all those people cheating?
Giving up on those who are fraught
with all impending doom-like self-defeatings
They'd say:
Get a little high, boy
Get a little wise, boy
And then when once you think you've overcome
The biting stops with consideration
Smiling on the outside hides it all.
Considering all the disappointments
you've made improvements on a dime
Now a smattering of all those things you've picked up
They'd say:
Get a little high, boy
Get a little wise, boy
Moving faster than a guillotine
Shaping up keeps the vains in context
We gotta take in all this gray. Filter out the steady stray.
Punching beats out on the wall, smashing notes out on the way.
Alarming the static.
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Gentlemen Prefer Blood Los Angeles, California
It's Alive Records & La Escalera Records 2008-2018
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