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Testify
02:19
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When you asked for my sympathy, you never mentioned a symphony at your feet.
When you strike with your cries, you knock my balance down for prosperous surprise.
So stop with your sobbing stories in your life. You’re too fucking helpless.
There’s no way that you could survive in your mind. You’re too scared to live your life.
I won’t take back all the words you said.
And I’ll never forget, “I won’t take back all the things you did to me.”
Testify what’s in your mind and let it all move faster.
As you get yourself out of commission, you’re bringing it to justice in your defenseless prison.
So stop with your sobbing stories in your life. You’re too fucking helpless.
There’s no way that you could survive in your mind. You’re too scared to live your life.
Testify what’s in your mind. Break out your bad senses to prove me wrong, and prove you’re right.
Testify what’s in your mind and let it all move faster.
As you get yourself out of commission, you’re bringing it to justice in your defenseless prison.
So stop with your sobbing stories in your life. You’re too fucking helpless.
There’s no way that you could survive in your mind. You’re too scared to live your life.
SO TESTIFY!
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2. |
Agoraphobic Dreams
03:28
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I believe we had a falling out today.
Ideally I’d rather rot than stay awake.
You know I really wanna slap a sticker that says “Shit upon my mouth” because I’m sorry.
But I’m trying to convince myself that I don’t really wanna stay in bed and I don’t really wanna step outside.
I have a fever with its fingers around my neck.
And by the looks I’ll never get my hands to extend their grasp to save my life.
Can’t say I never tried.
Can’t say I’m sorry but I’m trying to convince myself that I never had a worthy say and I don’t really wanna step outside.
I, a bigger saint than you, have been known to sort through lies, mingle with pride, and extort the truth.
You, a better climber than me, have been known to rip the cord, topple the Earth, and admit defeat.
I, a bigger saint than you, have been known to sort through lies, mingle with pride, and extort the truth.
You, a better climber than me, have been known to rip the cord, topple the Earth, and admit defeat.
Our hearts part with ourselves as we walk away from this place.
Place that we built with our minds, like an agoraphobic dream.
‘Cause it’s all just a dream in this place we all call reality.
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3. |
Wax Candles
04:30
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I'm hoarding everything I can in hopes of saving what salvation I have left.
I struggle for the harder life.
Easy earning is never easy learning.
Tonight is the night I hide.
I'm lacking every ounce of pride.
So when this light dims on my face, I'll be the one to pull the shutters down by the river, where no one can save me, or think about dragging in.
To pull the shutters down by the ropes where all of my hope is hanging by a thread.
To pull the shutters down by the throat where the air makes me choke and everything goes to my head.
To pull the shutters down for the right for nothing exciting just an absent mind instead.
The thought of torture grips my hand.
My saving grace is all that I have left to grab.
I struggle for the shorter life.
Living fast is never fast enough.
Tonight is the night I die.
I've already let my white flag fly.
So when this casket's in its place, I'll be the one to drag my body down by the river, where no one can save me, or think about dragging in.
To pull the shutters down by the ropes where all of my hope is hanging by a thread.
To pull the shutters down by the throat where the air makes me choke and everything goes to my head.
To pull the shutters down for the right for nothing exciting just an absent mind instead.
Shadows, they keep me awake, and the voices that call my name
are nothing but mere hoots and howls in my dreams.
The fact that I'm wearing thin scares me away
from ever getting myself out of this rut.
I can't escape.
Out of this rut, I can't escape.
The roads I've been told to follow
drown me in waters too shallow.
The opportunity of finding my way out is like the wick burning down from a wax candle.
I seem to have gotten myself stuck.
I found comfort in my despair.
Get me out of this rut.
I can't escape.
Out of this rut, I can't escape.
The roads I've been told to follow drown me in waters too shallow.
The opportunity of finding my way out is like the wick burning down from a wax candle.
I'm burning away.
I got myself in too deep.
I keep on burning away.
I don't know how much longer I can take.
I'm burning away.
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Under the Aura Tree
03:08
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She holds perfection in her hands
and I know something's building up.
For the first time she tried running with the herd,
but she wasn't fast enough.
And her eyes held curiosity
for a more satisfying way
to find a place to live amongst the herd,
but her sight wasn't wide enough.
"I failed", she said,
but I can tell you that she's wrong.
Every time the ground has trembled,
she was there picking everyone up.
Saints never come prepackaged
but this angel was born premade.
With the glow from her halo and her head on straight,
I know she'll find her way.
The night life was never quite her thing.
She was more inclined for dancing in the rain.
And I'm afraid that I'll forever feel ashamed.
For it is I who has wronged you, and that's not like me,
but I can't stand the fact that I feel the sorrow, not the pain.
I'll hold the door as I pass you but never you again.
Saints never come prepackaged
but this angel was born premade.
With the glow from her halo and her head on straight,
I know she'll find her way.
I never meant to try to do this crime: forget your grace.
And this time I'll choose my lines based on why I wrecked my reasons.
Rewind to a time we spent the never ending nights and seasons.
I never meant to make you run away into a state of discontent.
The night life was never quite her thing.
She was more inclined for dancing in the rain.
And I'm afraid that I'll forever feel ashamed.
For it is I who has wronged you, and that's not like me,
and I can't stand the fact that I feel the sorrow not the pain.
I'll hold the door as I pass you, but never you again
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5. |
Gospel Song
03:02
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Fuck what you say.
I can't ever repent
feeding the gospel your lips spell.
Watching drool drip from your mouth,
your faith quickly empties out.
You're left feeling ungrateful.
Welcome to this point system you've introduced.
I've never felt so honored
to find a gratifying way of winding myself into beaches full of black sands.
Take all your games and your naive girl ways,
feeding on bullshit your lips spew.
Playing violins the size of a nail,
you do victory chants so well.
I'm left living my losses.
And watch me take a dive in,
only to come out empty-handed and stupid.
Egos watch while I play from afar.
Everybody's fucking on the way home from their hipster bar.
And goddamnit someone's singing too loud
because the record's scratched and the band doesn't care
about who you are or what you are looking for.
You play emotions like a fucking fiddle,
even the broken strings swindle.
Save your broken heart for someone who cares to hear you tell another story
worth the lack of security you choose to have.
You're not fooling anyone,
so take your broken smile
back to someone who gave a fuck when you weren't promising false dedicated prizes.
You walk your days in a haze to see the same faces again. You walk your days in a haze.
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6. |
Furthest of Friends
03:27
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Take a step back to when we were young. Scrap the innocence.
Let's try to do this again.
Leave it all behind us.
Feed on reminders
of when it used to be that we were all we had.
And now the days have torn us apart.
Can't seem to gather the trust in your heart.
Now when this day comes to its end,
are we still furthest of friends?
Take a step back to the younger days, selfish in our ways.
Let's try to do this again.
Let it clear behind us.
Forget the reminders
of when it used to be that we were all we had.
And now the days have torn us apart.
Can't seem to gather the trust in your heart.
Now when this day comes to its end,
are we still furthest of friends?
Why the fuck did we spend half our lives being enemies? When instead, we should have been the first to stand the other's ground 'til we found life's end.
Take a step back.
Let's try to do this again.
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7. |
Grow On
03:26
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I like to sing when I'm bored.
It helps me to escape problems and reason.
So when I think about leaving,
I won't be bound by this place
or restricted to the skies of everyone else.
Ambition, I've seen it.
My feelings, don't need them.
Grow on, I need this.
Go on.
I hate to feel that I'm poor.
The contraband's too much to take.
Honors in treason.
So when I think about fleeing,
I can't be found in this place.
I'm exiled by the worlds of everyone's doubt.
Ambition, I've seen it.
My feelings, don't need them.
Grow on, I need this.
Go on.
When I feel I'm on the floor,
it gets way too hard to take.
And now I'm crawling at the door
my hands are reaching for.
My knees are burnt with the want for more.
Ambition, I've seen it.
My feelings, don't need them.
Grow on, I need this.
Go on.
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Last night I was on my way to... Guards are on the road I'm trying to get through. Guns drawn, a line of war pawns grip me up the slam me to the ground. The high beams grace my alter ego. Just because your whole lives are lived in a gunfight, doesn't mean you have the right to shoot down every life in sight. I look back at the heroes gone and think, "When the hell did everything go so wrong?" I can't put my fingers on the answer to the problems and the damage done. The high beams grace my alter ego. Just because your whole lives are lived in a gunfight, doesn't mean you have the right to shoot down every life in sight. War, I will not honor. We are one world. Death's not your option. Grab your soldiers and rifles, I'll be taking all civilians. The residents are staking their god given rights into their proud graves. We are just hostages molested on their stage. All the roads I've been walking, I'm running. And all the bodies lined for chalk, I'll be chalking. We are the refugees in our own police state. We are the ones that take freedom to our grave. War, I will not honor. We are one world. Death's not your option.
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9. |
Breakdown Billy
04:48
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I'm having realizations of being incapable of love.
It's the vulnerabilities that speak and goddamnit I'm losing my mind.
I could never get this right and I will never win this fight.
I think it's best if I sit and rip my flesh
and grind on everything inside my chest.
Hiding from the shame I've lied to.
I lie to myself every day and I promise
that I'm never ever gonna feel sane.
I have grown to understand
that there are things I can't comprehend
but I don't have enough care for it all to make sense.
I've waited it out, I've watched enough.
I'm sinking down and in.
My eyes, my mind.
They're both losing sight
of the prize that I should always chase
and I'm tired of pissing white lies.
It's a battle from within
and it's determined to win.
I'll just kick back and accept defeat
as my conscience comes over me.
If I tried to get this right again,
I'd make my mistakes over and lie.
When I've died and left a sour kin,
you'll choke on my disease, lingering to cease.
Hiding from the shame I've lied to.
I lie to myself every day and I promise
that I'm never ever gonna feel sane.
I have grown to understand
that there are things I can't comprehend
but I don't have enough care for it all to make sense.
I've waited it out, I've watched enough.
I'm sinking down and in.
In this world, I'm contemplating everything at once.
It's just another basket full of the blind.
It's a pill, it's a change of pace.
It's a book, it's a holy place.
I highly doubt I'm getting anywhere out of here.
In fact, I could never wish for a distance near.
I'm just a fool. A joker, if you will.
Another bomb, another oil spill.
I'm in this unconscious land.
If I can't make an escape,
I'll fucking find a way.
I'm gonna find a way.
'Cause if I were to break every single finger
and burn the feeling off your tongue,
I'd be your second hand weapon,
bringing down every last thing I love.
'Cause in a world I'm contemplating everything at once,
it's just another basket full of the blind.
It's a pill, it's a change of pace.
It's a book, it's a holy place.
I highly doubt I'm getting anywhere out of here.
In fact, I wish for a distance near.
I'm just a fool. A joker, if you will.
Another bomb, another oil spill.
I'm in this unconscious land.
If I can't make an escape,
I'll fucking find a way.
I'm gonna find a way.
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Pseudo intellectual socialites
You're too caught up with your human rights
But not strong enough to put up a fight
Pseudo fascist brats
Pretentiousness has you whining for a way back
You'd rather run and I've got your bags packed
Your screams for some redeeming change will never come this day
Cries of hope, tears of difference
Your eyes all melt into a conforming trance
Those sightless eyes expecting to be saved never find their way
Claws at the wall, cursing disgrace
Your nothingness has shown its face
You're walking so tall
You can't break your fall
I'm bringing you down
This pathetic bullshit you brand is at it's end
This is my purpose for screaming
The copycat kids are never leaving
HEY! HEY! Your songs all sound the same
So give it up and obsess over the next trend
You're walking so tall
You can't break your fall
I'm bringing you down
This pathetic bullshit you brand is at it's fucking end
We are not the same
In a perfect world
Although you're still trying
To have your difference heard
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