1. |
Welcome Home
02:43
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you are rage
you are lust
you are fear
you are mistrust
you are all the rotten thoughts i think
while bending over the bathroom sink
to brush my teeth
and i am so unclean with you in me
Welcome Home
I give you wings I give you beaks
I build you nests so you can breed
and you can fowl me up and fuck and fight
I feel like shit on the inside
are you nested, are you rested?
fly away i know that you'll come home someday
fly away fly away
I know that you'll come home some day
and when you do your always
welcome home
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2. |
Used to Be
02:50
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This used to be your chair
I can still see your body imprint there
And when theres no one home
Except me and a bottle and a guitar
(that wont get to far)
And I cant sing to where you are so
I sing to where you used to be
This used to be your beach
You are always diving in forever out of reach
And when theres no one home
Do you wander this house
And caress these walls
As the echo of life and laughter
Loving it all
The way we used to be
I know where the time goes
It's at the bottom of a bottle
with memories forgotten
Remembering the way we
used to be
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3. |
Best Worst
01:43
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used to talk about effecting change
now all we do is talk
changes come and go and twist the way
intentions are a wash
used to work for a meaningful gains
now all we do is work
gains come and go and cover up
all the little hurts
here it comes were hanging on
for dear life fingers tight
here it comes were hanging on
it's gunna be the fight of your life
used to speak with lots of love and care
now all we do is speak
about all times that came before
when did we get so weak?
used to walk with you side by side
now all we do is walk
by each other in the long hallway
blackout grey another day
here it comes were hanging on
for dear life fingers tight
here it comes were hanging on
it's gunna be the fight of your life
I GAVE MY BEST YEARS
TO THE WORST THINGS
metrics and measures a pound for your pleasure
wash away the swallowed pride till nothing good is left inside
you are inconsequential so pick up your pencil
write and grind the days away till fingertips are blackout grey
numbers numbers pack them in
the machine feeds on greed and wins
corporate measures everything but
my dreams are made of finer things
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4. |
Dissection
03:38
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so
i get
that your
dead
more
inside
than me
while drugs
align
all our chemistry
and alcohol
will numb the cautery
let's perform
our bedroom surgery
let's dissect our broken hearts
let's make maps of all our scars
This is the corner where your boyfriend left you
This is the house where your mother died
This is the bedroom where u whispered to me
We're not dead inside
did they steal
your soul
rob your pride
no more
inside
to give
you got no will to live
popping pills just to fucking cope
let's digest the bile thats eating up your hope
let's dissect our broken hearts
let's make maps with all our scars
This is the kitchen where your father left you
This is the hallway where your brother cried
This is the bedroom where we scream together
We're not dead inside
Inside i've been wondering who's
Side am i on when the left
Side of my brain pulls the right
Side along
inside...
This is the kitchen where your father left you
This is the house where your mother died
This is the bedroom you whispered to me
We're not dead inside
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5. |
Half to Death
02:13
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You said you scared me half to death
In truth theres really not much left
I didn't have a half to spare
Just fragments of a memory
The man I was and tried to be
Never will and never was there
Have to death x3,
we're halfway there
And i don't care
halfway to death
Who knows who I thought I'd be
by now but I know that it's not me
I could never keep track
Moments keep on grabbing us
but thats ok, just because
I'm going to grab those moments back
Have to death x3,
we're halfway there
And i don't care
halfway to death
The great big sleep it yawns and it calling for you
you know it's true
The years keep coming stacking up
on my back with shoulders slumped
Walking in constant defeat
Edges grey and rusty parts
Senses dulled and ripped up hearts
Walking on broken feet
have to death...
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6. |
No Seoul
02:19
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on a dark night
all the dead ends call to me
crawling daylight
burns us all eventually
a beat up mind vacant with no soul
on a dark street
all the dead speak constantly
into cell phones
they drone themselves to sleep
a beat up mind vacant with no soul
a beat up heart likes to beat back black and blue
tethered to unlikely, to care is so unlike me
but a beat up heart likes to beat back black and blue
a beat up heart keeps all the tears
a beat up heart keeps all the fears
a beat up heart searches for a truth
a beat up heart keeps all the tears
a beat up heart keeps all the fears
and a beat up heart likes to
beat back black and blue
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California Hearse Los Angeles, California
Arising like a phoenix from the flames of a burning apocalyptic world or an ashtray.
The rhythm section of gentlemen prefer blood carry on with an amazing act of musical ingenuity that is basically pop punk. About depression and death. And surfing.
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