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Fresh Out
02:04
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Did you wash your hands clean of all my throat?
Burn the bloody clothes or leave them out to soak?
Keep it to yourself
Hopeless she wrote
Throw me back in the cell
Hopelessly broke
Cause everything's flipped up,
and I'm fresh out of rope
To tether my head down,
to my throat
Ragged lips, loose ends and gunsmoke
Just don't hold me down kid,
I'm trying to choke
Plant your care,
under my feet
And watch me stomp it out,
underneath me
Cause everything's flipped up,
and I'm fresh out of rope
To tether my head down,
to my throat
Ragged lips, loose ends and gunsmoke
Just don't hold me down kid,
I'm trying to choke
Fuck me up
I'm your cuck
Tasted blood
Now you'll suck
Social systems deconstruct
Leave me sprawled over my luck
Are you trying to say
That you see the same as me?
Cause if those eyes are working
something else is sick
Cause everything's flipped up,
and I'm fresh out of rope
To tether my head down,
to my throat
Ragged lips, loose ends and gunsmoke
Just don't hold me down kid,
I'm trying to choke
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2. |
Impatient Feeling
02:54
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Underthought and overgrown
Blamed for the actions of a throne
Told we're better skin and bone
We just want to feel at home
Customarily involved
We're a problem they can't solve
Pinned to the blackboard for their wrongs
A mess of loose lips and loose tongues
Has anyone figured that the stories we're told
Don't make much sense when we're gross and old
All we're taught is hatred
Well rise against it
I'm out of the patient feeling
Every hall feels like a ward
Every morning leaves me chored
Every night has left me bored
Every glance feels like a sore
Has anyone figured that the stories we're told
Don't make much sense when we're gross and old
All we're taught is hatred
Well rise against it
Has anyone figured that the stories we're told
Don't make much sense when we're gross and old
All we're taught is hatred
Well rise against it
I'm out of the patient feeling
Are you out of the patient feeling?
I'm all out of the patient feeling
Has anyone figured that the stories we're told
Don't make much sense when we're gross and old
All we're taught is hatred
Well rise against it
Has anyone figured that the stories we're told
Don't make much sense when we're gross and old
All we're taught is hatred
Well rise against it
I'm out of the patient feeling
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3. |
Tumble
03:55
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Am I not dead yet
Am I still here?
I forsook my senses
For sake of fear
I needed time to
Disappear
And hold my gaze back
Where it all comes clear
I wanted to say it
But it rang in my ears
Lock it away then
Until it appears
Violent as daylight
It's always too near
Scream at the mirror
It's never me here
Tumble into flight
I'm alone in the light
Can't divulge what might
Is this sickness or clear sight?
I'm awake
I'm hiding away
The troubles they fade
Into a grey
What I wanted to say
I'll hide it away
Until it bleeds
Violent as day
Tumble into
Tumble into the light
I'm alone for
I'm alone for the flight
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4. |
Terry May
03:16
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It's hard to resign
Yourself from this crime
First degree "It's all fine
Please extract what you want to find"
Your scream is my smile
All covered in bile
Strong arm for your child
Strong and stably defiled
I'm honestly impressed
That you can fake it and rest
You're violently obssessed
With taking more from less
It's hard to resign
Yourself from this crime
First degree "It's all fine
Please extract what you want to find"
I'll breathe through your sick
You throw and I'll stick
Throw stones, I'll throw bricks
You're not my elected.
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5. |
The Price is Right
03:02
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You know that you can keep that smile up
For far too long
Reading from the script that makes you
It makes you wrong
Imagine things that they will say
When the wool runs out there
and comes away
Take your hands down from your eyes
See your actions summarised
You've made a mockery of life
You've made a horrid fucking sight
You only live to cut my throat out
So you can swim
I only want to be the monster
That keeps you in
So I can keep you running scared
Sticking needles in your head
Welcome to the stasis that you've maintained
Little stagnant places
Full of balls and chains
Take your hands down from your eyes
See your actions summarised
You've made a mockery of life
You've made a horrid fucking sight
Close your fingers behind my eyes
And rip them out
I still see the truth
I'll still live to see you lose
Tear my hands off
and use them to abuse
I still feel your ooze
I'll still live to see you lose
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