1. |
Once Loved
01:49
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What the fuck are you so afraid of?
As strong as lions but you never show you’re fucking teeth
Long enough to strike fear in the eyes of the unbelieving ones
Who never question questions or attempt at anything beyond ones self
In fear we stand arms folded with our backs to the world
We choose to ignore the risk of living
And for the excuses each perfect word we use to describe
Why this is more than we can- handle on our backs.
The weight of being truly fucking honest the days
When being dumb and innocent were more than just excuses.
It's scares me to see the power you have,
On the tip of your fucking tongue.
So much inspiration goes untapped with each hand
That reaches out for you- you turn and smirk,
You worthless piece of shit.
We stand in amazement at what you have become,
A shell of what I once loved I once looked up to I once loved
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2. |
Paint Peals
01:15
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It's 1 am and that tow trucks not here
It was due an hour ago
I’m counting high beams in hope of killing time
I have had too many longest nights of my life
Spelling destiny in gasoline,
Writing passages in sulfur stains
So this is it this is how we die
So if this time isn’t like the rest
If I could only be so lucky
Inside jokes that tell our stories
I’m such a serious dude
Now pacing highways on cell phones
This is such a waist of time
But this time won’t be the last this time won’t be
So one day I won’t be totally angry
And one day ill be short on words
But freedom comes with a price but
Holy shit, who fucking cares?
This time it’s for me
This time it’s for us
So fuck you fuck you
And I'll never say stop
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3. |
Adhering to Superstition
01:50
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I remember just how it used to be.
When the nights were fucking ours and the sunrise
made me feel so fucking sick.
Things were much simpler
And those summers last too long
But this feeling was as depressing
As the day my eyes met yours.
We always talk about getting caught up
In the moment getting wrapped up in situations
Saying words we can never take back.
A four letter word, the most beautiful of things
But the one I used on you is the one I wish I truly could mean.
I never said a thing I only half meant.
I dropped hints at being the worst man for the job.
I’ve smashed clocks, broken mirrors
The man in the reflection the one I truly hate the most.
I want my life back. Days spent months spent years spent
Saying if I had a time machine, hell yeah
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4. |
Lockjaw
01:55
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Again you open your mouth so quickly spewing out
Sentence fragments explaining your belief in fairytales.
Those superheroes- those pages of assholes
That supposedly set moral standards…
With every ancient text shit onto paper
Explaining how we live our lives
I could give less of a fuck what you believe…
But to each there fucking own-
There is nothing after this we are all going to rot
So I believe we are the godless we are the doomed
Too much of a good thing can make a man choke
So before I vomit take a step back you are not me
It takes guts to stand against modern day society
And we will never fall in the line with the fucking sheep.
Whom herd towards a relic forged in deceit placed in pride
As a reminder of a finger that never stops shaking at you
When in there eyes you have committed a wrong against the cloth.
This is my rebuttal this is my counteroffer
I will fear you no fucking more.
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5. |
Getting Over the Overs
02:04
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Yeah, now I fucking get it what you meant
When you said moving as far as I can will change everything
I never understood it than but I understand it now
The options are slim-the placements perfect no one knows me here
And all those minutes I spent screaming at the wall.
Hoping maybe your picture could answer back
And sometimes yes sometimes I wish I didn't care.
Yes sometimes I wish I could never hear your voice.
Than maybe this would be easy-maybe this would be as simple
As the way I hurt you with out thought
Or reason without a shred of compassion…
And for the fuck ups I’m never coming home.
It’s so easy when there is someone else to blame,
But I see that same fucking face every fucking day.
I’m spending every second wishing I could take it all back
And you were so fucking different
This is the end
I never got it I never knew what you meant
You only appreciate someone when there fucking gone
And you kept drinking, until I didn’t exist
well I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m desperate
I’m sorry and for once I’m speechless.
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6. |
Out Go the Candles
01:57
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Broken knuckles bleeding Foreheads
Shirt collars I’m still grabbing
Accusations rolling eyes
Reasons I’m still pulling my hair out
Those fucking cords stretched through broken glass
Never summed up so much.
All of this to be raped of self esteem
And expose my fucking self
Tonight
What could possibly go right?
What could possibly go fucking right?
To every toothless fucking grin (You are the few)
I’m sick of saying this is just not worth this shit.
For every kid that’s waiting to die
(You know our names) I’m sick of saying
This is just not worth this shit.
No point in thinking this will all work out
So many days I could do with out
But the point of it all is to never look back
So I live for today and die by the night
These veins are burning fucking red
And this is when I can’t turn back.
What could possibly go right?
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7. |
A Bridge Too Many
02:06
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It’s not my fault what you did with your life
It’s not my fault that your dreams died with addiction
This was never about who was better than who
But I got out and you never changed.
But fuck that town it gets the best of
The young, hopeful, bright eyed, lonesome, daring, fearless,
Fucked up… they ant going no where.
Still begging for a chance but lacking motivation
Still searching for a reason for being born
Some would say the few, the proud, the worthless
But this ones for the blind from broken homes
Remember when
Remember when
You said, you did
Anything, anything
That fucking mattered
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8. |
Six by Six
01:19
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And wait before you open your mouth.
When your advice was fucking needed I was no where.
I was no where to be seen.
I have taking advice much less needed before,
but yours could of changed it all
it yours could have been worth the time.
You old fool; you thought you knew it all.
And for that I savor each day for that I am in your debt.
The greatest thing you ever said was to just be happy
No matter what the fucking cost.
Now on that day I listened loud and clear
I heard every fucking word
If not for bad luck I would have none
And some days I still feel like shit
And when it rains it fucking pours,
And when it rains its fucking pours,
When it rains when it rains it fucking pours.
And I'm digging ditches but I'm still smiling,
I'm still smiling, I'm still.
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9. |
Dear Philadelphia
01:04
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Tonight I’m screaming those words that I wanna regret
How truly honest can one man be to only drop those subtle hints?
But I was never that kind of person I always put it on the table,
Laid all my cards out smiling with a stupid fucking grin.
Never faced the fucking problem of not being trusted
Because I never let a single story go untold,
Feel free to judge me for what I have done, it’s the reason I put it out.
I never wanted that colorful tapestry behind me to go unnoticed, Allowing all to see how truly ugly I was or I can be
But I can’t take back a single action I made
No I can’t change the man I watched die
But you have heard all my stories
You made the right choice
You will never
Get fucking burned
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10. |
Sincerely
01:18
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I wanna hear it, those precious fucking words,
Those compelling beautiful songs that grab a hold and never let go.
I need to know what makes you fucking tick
If it’s you or days lived by those who are already fucking dead.
Destroy your self for me please let me know there’s something
That lives beyond your record collection.
Maybe I live entirely for this feeling
Of waking up expecting it to all fall apart.
You wouldn’t know some words are worth more than plastic smiles that I can never produce
I thrive for heartbreak thrive for the let downs.
And I only relate to the ones who know
How to live there life on there sleeves.
Expressing ourselves for a chance to lose it all
And we are the ones who have nothing.
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11. |
Paint Peals (demo)
01:14
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It's 1 am and that tow trucks not here
It was due an hour ago
I’m counting high beams in hope of killing time
I have had too many longest nights of my life
Spelling destiny in gasoline… writing passages in sulfur stains
So this is it this is how we die
So if this time isn’t like the rest
If I could only be so lucky
Inside jokes that tell our stories
I’m such a serious dude
Now pacing highways on cell phones
This is such a waist of time
But this time won’t be the last this time won’t be
So one day I won’t be totally angry
And one day ill be short on words
But freedom comes with a price but
Holy shit, who fucking cares?
This time it’s for me
This time it’s for us
So fuck you fuck you
And I'll never say stop
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12. |
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I remember just how it used to be.
When the nights were fucking ours and the sunrise
made me feel so fucking sick.
Things were much simpler
and those summers last too long
but this feeling was as depressing
as the day my eyes met yours.
We always talk about getting caught up
in the moment getting wrapped up in situations
saying words we can never take back.
A four letter word, the most beautiful of things
but the one I used on you is the one I wish I truly could mean.
I never said a thing I only half meant.
I dropped hints at being the worst man for the job.
I’ve smashed clocks, broken mirrors
the man in the reflection the one I truly hate the most.
I want my life back. Days spent months spent years spent
saying if I had a time machine, hell yeah
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13. |
Six by Six (demo)
01:15
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14. |
The Lives We Fear (demo)
02:15
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