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Secondhand Smoke
04:23
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The embers provide
The kind of warmth that's not easily found
In cold nights like this
When the glow of your eyes dies out
In the blue lights
And after a while
Our lips have burnt and it's to go
Back inside
We hear the same sirens cry
Easier not to speak
It's easier not to exist
Gunshots we never see
Shatter our own reverie
For a short while
We hear the same sirens cry
Easier not to speak
It's easier not to exist
Wish I could stand and see
Into your eyes and know if you're as
Confused as me
But I'd much rather be
Some background noise
I wish I'd know
If you're real or just
A fever dream
I wish I'd know
If you're real at all
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2. |
Skyline
04:03
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Everyone turns a blind eye
(From the spiders in your mouth)
Even as they are spreading around
(And they're weaving everywhere)
Devouring our insides
We're entangled in their web of lies
Can you take a look outside?
Outside your tenth-floor window?
If there is something there at all?
Anything that's worth saving?
Can you take a look inside?
Inside your blood-stained skyline?
If there is something there at all?
Anything that's worth keeping?
Can you smell the perfume in his neck?
Fixes his tie and he carries on
And now his poison's spreading around
Can you take a look outside?
Outside your tenth-floor window?
If there is something there at all?
Anything that's worth saving?
Can you take a look inside?
Inside your blood-stained skyline?
If there is something there at all?
Anything that's worth keeping?
Can you take a look outside?
Outside your tenth-floor window?
If there is something there at all?
Anything that's worth saving?
Can you take a look inside?
Inside your blood-stained skyline?
If there is something there at all?
Anything that's worth keeping?
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3. |
Internal Bleeding
02:51
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I don't think
There is a hell, but I need
Someplace to
Oh, rest my head
We don't know ourselves
But keep putting the pieces
Together even though
They are broken and we're bleeding
Again
Don't we all
Pretend to like
What we get
If it falls
Falls from the sky?
If it all goes wrong
I want you to know that
I fucked up, I'm sorry
I was broken, I was bleeding
And we pretend to know
The person in the mirror
The image is distorted
Their eyes just can't seem to find us
This time
We don't know ourselves
But keep putting the pieces
Together even though
They are broken and we're bleeding
Today
Don't we all pretend
To run around the garden
Like we're Cherry and Jane
While we're broken and we're bleeding
On the inside?
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4. |
Influence Effect
04:52
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Look at him
Sitting on his throne
Look at her
Sitting on her throne
Look at them
Staring right at you
Telling you it's OK no to have a
Face to show the rest of the world
Telling you
"It's OK to cry out loud"
Look at her
Sitting on her throne
Look at him
Staring right at you
Look at them
Waiting for their turn
Telling you
You can buy yourself
A new face for when you run out of love
Telling you
This whole world is just for you
We are the messengers
Of both heaven and hell
We command
Your purgatory on Earth
We are the messengers
Of both heaven and hell
We command
Your purgatory on Earth
We are the messengers
Of both heaven and hell
We command
Your purgatory on Earth
We are the messengers
Of both heaven and hell
We command
Your purgatory on Earth
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Supernovae
04:38
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Every time
I look into your eyes
I can see myself at home and warm
Even when
We are tearing each other apart
Scream at me
So loud that my eyes are blackened by the sound
Of your crepe paper voice telling me to go
That I'm so fucked up you have to move on
That I am so lost I will take you whole
This is it
This is the comedown we were so afraid of
This is it
This is the comedown we were so afraid of
No way out
Be afraid
Of everything that I have come to destroy
Everything I thought I was fighting for
Everything you wrote which has now come undone
I just want to hear you explode once and for all
Scream at me
So loud that my eyes are blackened by the sound
Of your crepe paper voice telling me to go
That I'm so fucked up you have to move on
That I am so lost I will take you whole
Scream at me
So loud that my eyes are blackened by the sound
Of your crepe paper voice telling me to go
That I'm so fucked up you have to move on
That I am so lost I will take you whole
Hold my arms
Like I used to hold your arms right before
You went away and decided "no more"
Hold my arms before
You move on and leave me
Behind all alone
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6. |
A Quiet Ward (Interlude)
01:00
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7. |
Stop, Drop + Roll
04:31
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You ask me to hold your hand
The bugs are devouring your skin
It's all inside your head
(Why, stop, drop and roll?)
If we are barely on fire
(Why, stop, drop and roll?)
If we can barely feel it coming
(Why, stop, drop and roll?)
It's just our flesh our blood and bones
That are burning to a boiling point
Won't you wake up?
I like it
When it's quiet in here
Suddenly
The radio
Starts to blast all of that noise again
Just lies I am telling you
They're after
They're after your mind
How can you be so sure
That the gun
That's pointing at our foreheads
Is loaded at all?
Just 'cause they are loading
The magazine
In front of our eyes?
(Why, stop, drop and roll?)
If we are barely on fire
(Why, stop, drop and roll?)
If we can barely feel it coming
(Why, stop, drop and roll?)
It's just our flesh our blood and bones
That are burning to a boiling point
(Why, stop, drop and roll?)
I won't let them take over my head
(Why, stop, drop and roll?)
Even if it kills both of us now
(Why, stop, drop and roll?)
It's just my
Mind and soul that are at stake
And I won't let them take them
Please just wake up
Why can't we
Get into bed?
And forget
This whole madness
Can't we be free?
Can't we be still?
If we so want
(Why, stop, drop and roll?)
If we are barely on fire
(Why, stop, drop and roll?)
If we can barely feel it coming
(Why, stop, drop and roll?)
It's just our flesh our blood and bones
That are burning to a boiling point
(I won't drop and roll)
I won't let them take over my head
(I won't drop and roll)
Even if it kills both of us now
(I won't drop and roll)
It's just my
Mind and soul that are at stake
And I won't let them take them
Please just wake up
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I dreamt again
That you were free
And that this nightmare
Had never happened to us
We didn't have it all
We barely had enough
But no one cared about
All of the anger that was kept inside of you
And now that you are broken
And barely get out of bed in the morning
Your time your dreams are now slipping away
The light in your eyes is fading away
And you can't tell what is the difference
What's the point of keeping any hope?
She hopes
She will run away someday
She hopes
All of the pain will go away
She hopes
Everyone will let her be and she
Hopes to see so much more
Than just
These four old walls
She wants to be
In the sun one last time
She wants
To be in control again
Of her own life
And now that you are broken
And barely see the sunrise in the morning
And all your life has now turned to gray
The light in your eyes is losing his brightness
But you're not there enough to see the difference
What has he been good for at all?
Now that your legs have been broken again
Do you wake up and pray every night once again?
Even though you know they're not listening
The light in your eyes is fading away
But you're not there to see a difference
What's the point of keeping any hope at all?
If you ever see the light?
Oh, do we have to hear you
Scream at night?
You have been broken but you don't know
Where to go now
You've kept on walking
Far too many times
And now that you are broken
And barely see the sunrise in the morning
And all your life has been taken away
The light in your eyes has broken his fingers
But he's afraid to show you the difference
Isn't he such a
Sweet boy?
Now that your legs have been broken again
Do you wake up and pray every night once again?
Even though you know they're not listening
Well, not to you anyway
Don't you know
When to give up?
You don't know!
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Enemies
Close in
Artillery
That ruptures both of his eardrums
Oh he can see
Oh he can breathe, he just can't fight
Enemies
Close in
Artillery
That shatters his mind into pieces
Oh he can see
Oh he can breathe
But now he is just barely standing
Like he's a one-man army
Inhaling mustard on the trenches
(Help is not on the way)
So now he hides under the bed
(They had each other back then)
The pink ribbons are now his only friends
And every day, he loses himself a bit more
The fight inside
Has left him exhausted
His hands are now paralyzed
The burning's now under his chest
The battlefield still waits
Right outside his bedroom door
Like he's a one-man army
Inhaling mustard on the trenches
(Help is not on the way)
So now he hides under the bed
(They had each other back then)
The pink ribbons are now his only friends
And every day, he loses himself a bit more
This will be another burning memory
Even if it's filled with hate or resentment
A burning church
That's fallen out of place
A bright red rose
That's rotting in disgrace
This will be another burning memory
Even if it's filled with hate or resentment
A burning church
That's fallen out of place
A bright red rose
That's rotting in disgrace
It feels
Like he's a one-man army
Inhaling mustard on the trenches
(Help is not on the way)
So now he hides under the bed
(They had each other back then)
The pink ribbons are now his only friends
And every day, he loses himself a bit more
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10. |
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Enemies
Close in
Artillery
That ruptures both of his eardrums
Oh he can see
Oh he can breathe, he just can't fight
Enemies
Close in
Artillery
That shatters his mind into pieces
Oh he can see
Oh he can breathe
But now he is just barely standing
Like he's a one-man army
Inhaling mustard on the trenches
(Help is not on the way)
So now he hides under the bed
(They had each other back then)
The pink ribbons are now his only friends
And every day, he loses himself a bit more
The fight inside
Has left him exhausted
His hands are now paralyzed
The burning's now under his chest
The battlefield still waits
Right outside his bedroom door
Like he's a one-man army
Inhaling mustard on the trenches
(Help is not on the way)
So now he hides under the bed
(They had each other back then)
The pink ribbons are now his only friends
And every day, he loses himself a bit more
This will be another burning memory
Even if it's filled with hate or resentment
A burning church
That's fallen out of place
A bright red rose
That's rotting in disgrace
This will be another burning memory
Even if it's filled with hate or resentment
A burning church
That's fallen out of place
A bright red rose
That's rotting in disgrace
It feels
Like he's a one-man army
Inhaling mustard on the trenches
(Help is not on the way)
So now he hides under the bed
(They had each other back then)
The pink ribbons are now his only friends
And every day, he loses himself a bit more
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Failing Exploration Quetzaltenango, Guatemala
We make emo punk-infused Shoegaze for depressed weirdos like ourselves
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