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Cold People
02:18
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COLD PEOPLE
SUPERFICIAL SAINTS AND HEALERS ARE CAUGHT AT A LOSS
BEWARE OF MIDNIGHT DAUGHTERS BEWARE OF FERAL SONS
WHO DONT BELIEVE IN YOUR ANTIDOTES WEAKNESS
AND BELIEF SYSTEMS THAT TOTALLY FAIL YOU
CIVILIANS GET CAUGHT IN THE WASH
FOLLOW THEIR FEARS
I CANT WATCH
IT’S THE FRIENDSHIP YOUVE FOREVER WANTED ENDED
MAN MAKES POLICY DELIVERED IN NATIVE TONGUE
AND WHEN THERES NO MORE DEAFENED EARS LEFT
THEY WILL CAVE IN FROM DEAD SECRETS
HEARTS MADE OF STONE BRED SOME COLD PEOPLE
THEY WILL CAVE IN FROM DEAD SECRETS
THERES NO MORE SIMPLE YEARS LEFT
PRAY FOR SOLITUDE IN THE WAKE
THERES NOTHING LEFT IN HERE
IT’S JUST THE BOTTOM AND US
FOLLOW DEPRESSION ALL THE WAY DOWN
THERES NOTHING LEFT IN HERE BUT MIDNIGHT DAUGHTERS AND FERAL SONS
WE DONT NEED THIS
SO THINK OF SOMETHING OTHER THAN YOURSELF
NEXT TIME YOU’RE PLAYING GOD
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Hexes
00:52
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HEXES
DISEASE ME
THE BEST YOU CAN WITH ALL YOU GOT
AND READ ME MY OBITUARY BEFORE I GET TO SEE THE PLOT
MY EMOTION IS EBBING AWAY
A GREAT PLACE TO BE IF YOU’RE LETHARGIC
MY MAIN CONTROLS MY MIND
I JUST DONT WANT TO BE STUCK IN IT WITH YOU
I’VE GOT HEXES ON MY BRAIN
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All Night Vigils
01:14
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ALL NIGHT VIGILS
ALL NIGHT VIGILS AND HAUNTED HANDS DENY MY GRATEFUL DEATH
PURGE THE JUDGE PURGE THE JUDGE
MYSELF HIS NAME
TOO DISTRACTED FROM THE TRUTH
ALL FOR YOU
THE PRESSURE OF SELF PRESERVATION LIKE THE BEATING OF A DRUM
PULLS MY HEAD DOWN IN WORSHIP
WHERE I CANT FOLLOW MY BREATH TO BE ALONE
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Grief Ritual
00:21
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GRIEF RITUAL
BURIED A HATCHET IN THE SALT FOR YOUR WOUNDS
CUTS THE STINGING DOWN TO HALF
MAKES YOU LOVE THE FEELING BLUE
GRIEF
TOO BAD ITS JUST AN OVERDOSE
TOO BAD THE ONLY THING THAT GOT BURIED IS YOU
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Shelter Skelter
03:10
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SHELTER SKELTER
THE RAIN POURS DOWN MY BACK THE WIND LOSES EYES BEHIND
MY WET HEAD OF HAIR
BARRICADED INSIDE I SHARE THE SEAWALL WITH CROWS FULL OF LICE
THE SKY ACHEIVES RED FOR THE NEW BEGINNING
AS I PUT MY HOOD UP SMOKE AND WONDER WHAT NHILISTS WONDER
I FELT NOTHING IT GOT OLD IVE BEEN WITHDRAWN SO IVE BEEN TOLD
I’VE BEEN SEARCHING UNTILL SEARCHING MADE ME GRIM
I’VE MET PEOPLE WITH PERSONALITIES LIKE MY TONGUE ON A BATTERY
WHO FIND THE DISCONECTION BEFORE THE CONNECTION
BUT THATS WHERE I FOUND THE CURE FOR DISCONNECTION
THAT’S WHERE I FOUND THE SHELTER
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In This Skin
01:18
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IN THIS SKIN
COLD FEET NO MATTER WHERE I AM WALKING
CANTANKEROUS FEEDING FRENZY ANXIETYS ATTACKED THE TRAIL
AND IF TOMORROW I STILL FEEL BROKEN BONES
STILL ADDICTED TO CAFFIENE STILL SO COY
AT LEAST IAM NOT JUST PLAIN MISTAKES
IN THIS SKIN I AM THE KING OF PARIAHS
A BACKSLIDERS GLORY DAY THERES NO REST FOR THE BEST OF
EVERYTHING WAVES TO WANDER DON’T LET ME DOWN
I AM SO TIRED OF BEING A HUMAN DROP THE VEIL BLUE SKIN BLUES
AT LEAST I AM NOT JUST PLAIN MISTAKES
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Carry the Head
00:47
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CARRY THE HEAD
HOW MANY TIMES CAN YOU PRETEND YOU'RE NOT AFFECTED
KILLING THOUGHTS BEFORE THEY COME TO GRIEVE
YOU'RE MILES OUTSIDE YOUR HEAD
LIVE IN VAIN UNTIL THE END
WHERE WE'LL BREAK BREAD WITH THE CARCASS
AND LET IT KNOW IT'S AN ICONOCLAST
LIE IN THE SHAPE OF CONSEQUENCE
WAKE UP THE SOMNAMBULISTS TO CARRY THE HEAD
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Faultline
00:35
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FAULTLINE
I AM THE FAULTLINE
I AM BUT FOR WHAT
I AM THE PRIZE SEEN BY CUMBERSOME EYES
TO BE TRAPPED AWAY KEPT FROM THE SUN
I AM YOUR MISERY THATS WEIGHTLESS AND CLEAN
FILLED WITH GALLOWS AND OFF COURSE FOR THE STAR EYED MACHINE
THROW ME AWAY TRAP ME UNSEEN BREAK WHATS ALREADY
BROKEN AT THE SEAMS
I AM YOUR MISERY THATS WEIGHTLESS AND CLEAN
I AM THIS MISERY WIEGHTLESS AND CLEAN
CONSUMPTION CONSUME ME GLUE ME UNSCREW ME
THE ONLY ONE TO BLAME IS MYSELF
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Sniff and Circle
02:18
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SNIFF AND CIRCLE
I USED TO HAVE A POISON PEN PAL WE COULDNT FIND THE RIGHT WAY TO LIVE
NOW I KNOW WE’RE THE SOMBRE ONES
SHE’S A BETTER ALCOHOLIC THAN A DRILL SERGEANT
SHE KNOWS THESE CORNERS INSIDE OUT HESITATION CARESSES DOUBT
SNIFF AND CIRCLE NEW OPINIONS YOUR MIND JUST BUILDS UP THESE BRICK WALLS
MY ENVELOPE OF ENERGY I WANT YOU TO TEAR THEM DOWN
I DONT CARE WHAT THEY’RE MEANT TO BE HAVE NOTHING YOU CAN HIDE FROM ME
ONE DAY WE CAN STOP LOSING
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Gold Sores
06:50
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GOLD SORES
GOLD SORES ON THE BACK OF THE GRANDIOSE SCENE
WEIGHT OF THE SMILES THAT REFUSE TO BE CLEAN
THE YOUNG FERAL BEAUTIES THE’VE GOT NOTHING TO HIDE
THEY HAVE SEEN THE WORLD SMILE AND THEN SPIT IN THEIR EYE
THIS IS OUR HOUSE OUR HOME
THEY CRY FROM THE DESOLATE SEA OF SO MANY PEOPLE
WITH NOTHING TO LOVE WITH NO COMPASSION TO SEE
WERE ALWAYS FALLING APART FROM THE NUCLEAR FAMILY
WHEN I WAS A CHILD I WAS TOLD TO BELIEVE
THERE WAS A MAN IN THE SKY THERE WAS A LINE
IT WENT STRAIGHT TO SUCCESS YOU WILL BE MISSED WHEN YOU DIE
WELL I GUESS THEY WON’T MISS US BECAUSE WE WON’T FOLLOW
THEY’RE FOR YOUR LOVE OF POWER
THEY’RE FOR MY HATRED OF YOUR PERSONAL GAIN
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