1. |
Carve That Crap
03:09
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CARVE THAT CRAP
I’ve spent more time planning
My wake than my wedding
Only to find that I won’t be attending
Bride to be, hide and seek out for a future
Resign me, inevitable loser
We carried that same weight
A burden of past dues
Lungs like lifesavers
The last thing to hold onto
But what keeps you up at nights
Not something you can touch
I know what you’re not feeling,
Fellow bankrupt
I was born on a common wheel
Adorned with coarse clay
You’ve got to take what you’ve been given
And carve the crap away
She said it best, confessed to console
Those first chapters near captured us sad bastards whole
As a token, a memoir, a story she wrote
I’m loaned a past when I need one retold
Scars are scars and that’s all they are
But so far it’s so hard to discharge what I’ve barred
From a hateful heart
I was born on a common wheel
Adorned with coarse clay
You’ve got to take what you’ve been given
And carve that crap away
Didn’t want in anyway
I’ve spent more time planning
My wake than my wedding
We all hate your band
So let’s all stop pretending!
Stick to routine, make your men like machines
I believe it to be, obscene in the least
If that’s the least you can be
I was born on a common wheel
Adorned with coarse clay
You’ve got to take what you’ve been given
And carve that crap away
You’ve got to take what you’ve been given
And carve away
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2. |
Unsought
03:19
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Guilty and tried for holding prior whores against you
To my horror, all i connect to
Severed ends left untied
Plucked nude, stripped dry by what they did
A castoff crown for this dowry's cyst
Heaven sunken so shy
Unsought forgotten company
Locked down its got its grip on me
You shut in, you're stuck in
You're stagnate, so static
Dulled round the edges with age old obsession
Is this how you imagined it?
You're slipping, you're slacking
Get a move on, god damnit
Bad brains, bad blood, abort my bad seed
Cut off the cord detach my dynasty
White flag rabid with weak will
Before your altar i genuflect
Sacred stillborn heart resurrect
Nights like this can kill
Unsought forgotten company
Locked down its got its grip on me
You shut in, you're stuck in
You're stagnate, so static
Dulled round the edges with age old obsession
Is this how you imagined it?
You're slipping, you're slacking
Get a move on, god damnit
Unsought forgotten company
Locked down its got its grip on me
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3. |
Worried Ugly
03:47
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WORRIED UGLY
Sometimes I think I’ve lost
What used to be my cost and currency
Hop scotch string skipper
Just another tongue twister
Resistance, resistance
The gig is up, my targets blurry but
Business is business
The blame reflects straight back at me
I was worried
Could have got ugly, pretty bad, pretty fast
Too little, too late, out of town, out of state
We were THIS close to missing THAT train
Could have got ugly
I’ve got so many keys to keep me company
Still I was lonely and they were never eager to talk
Till slowly it showed me
If ever stuck in stubborn sands - change the locks
And to worry now just sounds silly
I feel unworthy still unwilling to stop
Cause when it’s dead on, bull’s eye view head on
I’m humbled at the world’s loss
It could have got ugly
We should have lost our everything
Pretty bad, pretty fast
Count my blessings born of a curse
As if everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
Now I don’t worry
Those narcissists, what arrogance
A list of insignificance
Its evident that ends permit our bliss to blossom
When all our friends move onto better things
We’ll be alone, but harmony is
All the more reason not to worry
I couldn’t stand the static for one more second
The pull, the draw, the force that a southern coast beckoned
Filled in the distance which had ripped us aptly apart
Finished the black bear pause in a racehorse heart
It could have got ugly
We should have lost our everything
Pretty bad, pretty fast
Count my blessings born of a curse
As if everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
Now I don’t worry
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4. |
Will O' The Wisp
02:51
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WILL O’ THE WISP
Time and time again I forget
somewhere along the line i turned into an insect
but with it came my pay, i can see through dark and day
still, there used to be so much more i could do
I question if you know the depths i would allude to
I wonder why some might be spared from knowing what its like
This isn't me this is a private tragedy
There used to be so much much more i could do
OH, what i would give
to kill that will o' the wisp
you don't know where i've been
I beg the tale was never told
we'd dare enter together then exit alone
It's got a hold youd never know
please release this leash from me
and youll be freed also
Ever stop to think of the life and length it takes
To crawl away
CAN YOU EVEN RELATE?
OH, what i would give
to kill that will o' the wisp
you don't know where i've been
OH, what i would give
to kill that will o' the wisp
you don't know where i've...
NO, you don't know where I've been
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5. |
The Epic Song
04:21
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THE EPIC SONG
I’ve been keeping hushed,
I’ve been staying mum as of late
Its not a matter of losing voice
or having nothing to say
I’ve got a mouth that sews the seeds
For every half truth the land sprouts up weeds
For every day done another spore’s fed
Till rather than banter, there’s briar instead
Don’t let that one leave that hell of a home
Keep it to add to the skeleton’s wardrobe
His closets packed, more or less just the same
Sewn lips stitched shut where secrets are safe
You know I was a liar, I’m out and over shame
I had a cross to carry, I had a head to hang
Ox with cloven hoof, harlot without her pay
I’m up there on that list, I’m down there in their rank
Like a game of Russian roulette, lacking that lucky bullet
The thrill is killed when nothing comes from it
Have all of my efforts
And therein lack of
For pain or pleasure
Been in vain?
I’m so vain
Its never enough, lips curl from smile to snarl so fast
She’s cast us in shade, oh the shame
It seems to be its safe to say: I’m setting sail at storms at bay
To rhythmic childish singsong steps
Ashes to dust my kingdom’s spent
Sometimes I swear I hear her moan
Sung to the tune of a mute tone
Play dead, go for the throat
Singe off the ends, make that spark smoke
I wanted to see the good so bad
I’d cross out the stumps to black out the past
Now I don’t wait for love or hate
I just, I just, I just….
Fuck eating, fuck sleep, less I’ve got less I need
I’m out of the game but still up on my feet
Who needs a hand in this process of dealing
I’ve got everything I need
You know me best, I don’t study I cheat
I don’t need luck, I’ve got tricks up my sleeve
Rigged dice, darts, chips, cards
I’ve got everything I need
Have all of my efforts
And therein lack of
For pain or pleasure
Been in vain?
Its never enough, lips curls from smile to snarl so fast
she’s cast us in shade
oh the shame
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6. |
Bold As Brass
03:44
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BOLD AS BRASS
Bite down harder cuz there is no other
Can’t find it in a lover
What help me best hurts us worse,
what helps me best shouldn’t work
Bold As Brass
somewhere in there
I know you know
You’re better than that
Nurse each breath with apprehension
my beauty my beast my famine my feast
deems the cleanest slate the most expensive
I let my defenses get the best of me
Bold As Brass
somewhere in there
I know you know
You’re better than that
My duty to what I’ve obliged
My monumental sacrifice
The slither in the sky
like the pity and the pride
of unjust drunken lovers
Always recovering, never recovered
It goes:
Bold As Brass
somewhere in there
I know you know
You’re better than that
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