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Survival And Defeat
03:49
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This winter grows in me.
I've rejected almost everything.
The cold reminds me that every year
I'll lose the tracks I've learned to walk in,
I'll lose some friends.
We're not defending, we're still broken
Sound saved the kids, where are they now?
The dull hum from the throat of this small town.
Brave this static my bones will rattling.
We hide behind these blackened eyes
and write scars to never mention.
Stand these promises, our hands still shaking.
Mouths keep running like a marathon.
I still love letting myself down.
These words will bury me
in this cold, defeated trembling.
If we're not rebuilding
then we'll never have anything
and the wolves aren't hungry for me.
So long, my holiday.
Our lives aren't what they used to be.
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2. |
Hollow Graves
04:04
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So here we are.
Strong enough to face this road of failure
together and find a way back home.
And we're so far, but goddamn
I can't stand the feeling of changing.
Our friends won't be the friends
we want them to be.
There's bloodstains in the underground.
I've never made an honest dollar in this town
and all I've learned from these broken teeth
is the means of deceit that we know.
So here we are.
Still surprised that we made it this far.
We were hungry for blood
but with flesh in our teeth
we're less calloused then guilty.
And I know this road
Will try to rot and fall apart but
Hollow graves from past mistakes
won't get us out of this town.
I've recognized some ways
To prove we've had our prouder moments
but we're trying. And there's no easy way,
I'm considering a safer condition
but i hate myself so much more when I'm alone
And I know this road
Will try to rot and fall apart but
Hollow graves from past mistakes
won't get us out of this town.
The ugliness worn on our faces
starts to look like warm, warm weather.
We never learned to bloom where we were
planted but by God did we grow together.
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3. |
Orphans of a Storm
03:33
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I wrote a failure's guide to hitchhiking
On a wall somewhere in Michigan.
I woke up to a weatherman,
he said it's getting worse in steady increments
My sense of humour just got blacker
with the thoughts that whiskey entertained.
The funerals that held my life,
my house that burnt down in the rain.
When our fences came down
we were left in rapture's hands.
Black paint, black canvases,
the cards we were dealt we eviction notices.
When our fences came down
we were left to our own devices.
I didn't pray for rain but it felt cool on my skin
Unloaded drums and stop banging guns.
The first sight of blood from a busted lip
revealed me a captain without a ship.
My sister loaded up my pockets
with our mothers jewelry.
She told me not to look so fucking sad,
"Think of this as a requiem"
I never asked for spring
but i could barely even speak.
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4. |
Brooklyn, NY
03:23
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Oh Churchyard, Churchyard please,
sing something back to me.
The bell that rang my bones,
they left me feeling old.
I saw young lovers carved on trees.
my gravel voice in your smokey hair.
To whisper maliciousness and swear
That we'll never leave our names on anything
Brooklyn was calling us out
but I couldn't stand embracing you now.
lucid dreams on burial schemes
with dead men standing behind me.
Brooklyn was calling us out.
It's a war of dead men vs. new ideas.
My god I hate your friends.
Lucked out and learned to dance to misery
while hanging under your consent
This is the last romance sponsored by cigarettes.
When these low lives spoke to me of redemption,
I lost my confidence in
Ethics so loosely laced together
cause I fold at the slightest touch.
Still had the guts to hold your friends
between our lips.
Ethics this loosely laced together
cause I fold at the slightest touch.
Still had the grace to torch my past,
pick up my phone, come pick me up.
Brooklyn was calling us out
but I couldn't stand embracing you now.
Hollow dreams of casualties
that casually rest their hands on me.
Brooklyn...
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