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Don't Spook the Horses
05:23
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Theres a shadow
And it breathes in silence
asbestos in the wind
sediment in our lungs
roots push through our marrow
carve it into the surface of our bones
or no one will remember
no one will bleed for you
take hold of your heart
breathe with intent
love starts with the lungs
ask the immolated what it is to burn
take their grimace to heart.
Hey mister big shot
looks like you've made it
everyone's so proud of you
congratulations
leave them all paralyzed, thirsty for more
ask for integrity, make them your concubine
promise them everything, love is blind after all
the second coming, jsut ask and they'll pay more
my home's my castle
it was built through fear
fill the walls with my enemies, even if they're still alive
they're still alive
we're still alive
we're still alive
we've raised our children, they realize
your thoughts can't breathe, if you're heart can't sing
if our breathe doesn't matter, our violence will be king
Our love is passion and bloodletting
I pledge allegiance to the price of honesty
this can't be murder if this is victory
there is no one but me
there is no one but me
there is no king, no king
that can make me take a knee
know that
our love is
passion
and bloodletting
heads will roll
heads will roll.
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2. |
Absinthe Ruined My Life
03:24
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I always knew you could lie like a habit
burn down the love around you, as a matter of pride
I've seen the look in your eyes when the truth closes in
there's a cold death deeper down that I've ever been
maybe my fear is what drives me to chase your devils down
as if I find myself every time you let me down
this cancer that lives in you it reverberates
and still I love so fiercely, maybe I'll die this way
we can sit through the night, until you learn to breathe again
and I will swing from your heartstrings, until I find the rope
go ahead and set the fire. I can bring the gun
you can ruin my sense of beauty, I'll make sure we're done
Once the fire has burnt to embers, your cowardice has come undone
you can weep for the worst of us. The smoke will smear the sun
we both know we can never die, arson is a cure
rain will come to purify, wash away all that's pure
all the love that's in our touch, might get us through the night
but if they've seen our face, cut their throat as deep as you can tonight.
yeah.
we can sit through the night, unitl you learn to breathe again
but if your light goes dim, you can trust I'll never sing your name again.
you think you can run as far away as your legs could take you
your fictions live upon my tongue
love is heroin and lust. We take turns on self-destruction
I've killed for you and you've killed for me
and now I'm heartless
you'll have to cut me from my lungs, and put a scalpel to our skin, and
only then you'll die free.
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3. |
Rock N' Roll Hotplate
03:31
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Any loss of gravity, is how it begins
followed with blank stares, and breathless sin.
the suns a dream you never knew
it couldnt matter that its now dead and gone
a precious life filtered through mud and stone
you wade through filth and then pretend that its home
its hard to think you were ever pure
your teeth are stained and your mind is a whore
if you kept moving you'd have never grown old
but you're like a shark dying, washed up on the shore
yeah, I check my neck for the noose
it tells me I'm almost home
we all have our skeletons
and I cant wait to tell you that I told you so
I can't wait to stuff the gauze in gaping wounds
rocks and scissors
games kids play
before they become the killers, the thieves of the night
hunting bodies for the pit graves they dug the night before
all the worlds a carnivore, and its people are the whore
all the world sees are skeletons, kill us all and leave us for the sun
are we that ungrateful, or are we faithful and dead?
lets not think too much, a thoughts a whisper of a provocation
commence with the celebration, the carnage of a scorched earth campaign
I can't wait for the dead silence to tell you what you already knew
we all have our skeletons
can't wait to say I told you so
that we're only breathing because we're not home yet.
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4. |
Airport Aesthetics
04:26
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5. |
Human Windsock
05:09
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So what if my shadow forgot how to breathe
it lays there clawing for hands it can't reach
it pleads with the lies of a tender face
an emotion in its eyes seeps the saddest hope
a knowledge of the years that will never be
the laughter and the love I will never speak again
get rid of me
get ride of me
you can smell it on me
I'm full of disease
I am running, I am screaming
If I stop breathing I know I'll never be the same
yeah
the blood is draining
the manic has found a home in me
these bones are hollow
these old eyes are all I've got
my will to live is stronger than this
and I know I will never die
is this love?
this is deconstruction
this is how I see myself in the lust on your lips
never be mistaken by the smile on my tongue
yeah, this is rock n roll
in the void that we call sky
we inject hope where there is no light
we breathe our cancer, upon a gift from god
I awoke to the sound of a raping
distinct and vile in its lust and intent,
a shrieking glutton and a world set on fire
not a body could be breathing because not a soul stirs
this is my response to the sound of your silence
let us slumber through the hemorrhage so the glutton may feast on
gravity is slipping
winter grows long
and the earths axis drifts further askew.
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cowboy amazing Madison, Wisconsin
Jon-Vocals
Nate-Guitar
Cole-Bass
Nick-Drums
Loren-Guitar
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