1. |
A Date With the Goners
03:05
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Turned a fifth into vomit in the street
Then just kept on going
My stomach must be more lazy than my eyes
Cause I'm the one doing the driving
A drunken trance and a kitchen dance
Eventually I should turn to stone
Who is this woman anyways
I need to go home
I'm going on a date with the Goners
Fuck this fuck you I'll have another
I'm going on a date with the Goners
With permission from the devil who watches me sleep
Why isn't anything funny today
It's as if I poisoned myself
I know most things are in your head
And tonight I'm playing in hell
Thanks humility for letting me rot
Thank you Laura for the happy thoughts
To hold on to
The wristband on my arm is the only thing that means no harm
Too sick to be sad
Too much survival to be hateful
Too sick to be sad
Pretty soon they'll be drinking from my skull
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2. |
Mazemaker
03:16
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What can I take when will I break
Beneath the gaslight life rebuilding from scratch
The mazemaker watered the tree of fate
Just in time to stock up the liquor stash
God can't condemn the cold hearted
With no emotion to control
Objectively leading from where it all started
The mazemaker took pain and left an empty hole
His silhouette slaves crawled out from the grave
To gift something to die for
In stillness afraid stalled out to be saved
There's more to this house beneath the floor
His cloak did not move in the wind
His lantern projected a light on all sin
Taking fear of loss and motive to win
Nothing can end nothing can begin
Burning in every cigarette
Corroding the insides with every drink
In every act with unseen debt
Paying him off with the way that you have to think
God can't condemn the cold hearted
With no emotion to control
Objectively leading from where it all started
The mazemaker took pain and left an empty hole
God can't condemn the cold hearted
With no emotion to control
Trying to find where this all really started
Where you left the hurt you left your soul
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3. |
Witching Hour
02:53
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A slow frozen walk that felt like a sprint as my blood turned to wine
Repetitive thoughts arose tribulation of a past that was not mine
I don't hide in prayer and the fog left a layer of torture in my head
Nagging convincingly whispering yesterday is not dead
As much as I wish it wasn't true they'll rent a room in my head like they always do
Maybe I'll doubt maybe they'll get bored
Maybe they'll crack when we hit the floor
As much as I wish it wasn't true they'll rent a room in my head like they always do
Maybe I'll doubt maybe they'll get bored
Maybe they'll crack when we hit the floor
So lay me down and wait for the shadows that only I can see
I'll try my best not to forget to stay close to my body as it sleeps
I'll awake sounding insane trying to explain why they come for me
As I find my composure with no closure I'll know with me this burden will be buried
As much as I wish it wasn't true they'll rent a room in my head like they always do
Maybe I'll doubt maybe they'll get bored
Maybe they'll crack when we hit the floor
As much as I wish it wasn't true they'll rent a room in my head like they always do
Maybe I'll doubt maybe they'll get bored
Maybe they'll crack when we hit the floor
Taken taken taken taken once again
Possessed to implode like a tower
Going down down down down down again
It's the witching hour
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Hell is what I always imagined it would be and more
The others will be here soon
They're mixing us up some drinks under the floor
They haven't been sad all afternoon
They can only be as twisted as your perspective allows
Sit back quiet and sip this would you just calm the fuck down
Broken hearted thick skulled stab until the blade is dull
Powdered bones in your bread
Wine leftover from the dead
Take him down but just for fun
He claims he is the father and son
Another schizo on the run
Make some room in the asylum
We've got a place for everyone
Once we were sick of the Masters we hung them by their shawls
Then we buried them in the walls
Such wretched murals
Our lives we're defined as free
By some written dependency
Why do we always make people out to be so pretty
Once they're deceased
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5. |
Dogma
03:34
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There's a drunk on the bridge from the hope to the hollow
Pushing boredom from his life flow
You really wanna know
There's nothing here to show
We brainwashed ourselves with politics
We fucked until we were senseless pricks
Praise to be the ones who have no praise
I will see you again at the end of days
I'm too dumb to know that I'm too dumb to know
How will it look if I've got nothing to follow
I think I'm headed for the hollow
Give me some drama
I need some dogma
There's a junky on the bridge from the hollow to the hope
God showed up when he ran out of dope
He's healed now with a lot to show
If you really wanna know
He's got A wife to knock up with children
Maybe they'll be preachers cops and congressmen
We can praise everything they do and say
While they bring us closer to the end of days
I'm too dumb to know that I'm too dumb to know
How will it look if I've got nothing to follow
I think I'm headed for the hollow
Give me some drama
I need some dogma
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6. |
Broken Record
04:13
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Ephemeral feat played on repeat
As the curtains are drawn
We seem to uplift ourselves
In hearing the same old fucking song
The spirit of Dolos dancing around
Every movement is heated
We can't deny him in fear and faith
Cause that's what's keeping us seated
As we sit and wait and debate about life
I'd like you to know you're right
To get it out of the way
So your pride can get some rest tonight
If I ask a tough question
You're gonna put it down and hide
I'm just trying to find
Why we're not on the same side
Act 1 a kind kind soul was greeted by death today
They say that it's just how that tough boy cop was trained
Tears from a blind eye wiped away to move us right along
I think to myself is that the same pride or are they training them all wrong
There's no money in the humble and the healthy
Taken from the enslaved and spread amongst the wealthy
There's no mystery in the magic when you know the trick
Dolos overdosed on the cure now he'll never be sick
Some shows they end sooner than others
Our grievance says that's just the way that it goes
Some shows they end sooner than others
Our grievance says that's just the way that it goes
The way that it goes
We pitifully applauded as the curtains fell
No one ever said if it was fact or fiction
As we exited the trash barrels filled up well
With empty bottles and tradition
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7. |
Survival
04:31
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If black holes flip the time to repeat
But we don't have the time to think
Where did our first outside thoughts occur
I don't care if we evolved from a worm
Brought to question on the wings of a bird
Who are you to say that that's absurd
For now let's get back to the court case
Where real emotion was replaced
By a business chain that can't feel hunger or pain
Pinned to be a low life then erased
Never again to wear the same face
As if we were all raised in the same fucking safe space
Survival
A species that labels and destroys itself
I'll never blame death but I will blame greed
Survival
Your seed is sick but it can't fix itself
Destroyed by want and never given what it needs
Gardens planted on bought bordered land
The future is locked up in a bigger plan
How much of it has to do with you or me
It's all in how we feel but it's 2nd hand
Grown with care in hourglass sand
What would it be like to actually be free
In breaking out of what's normalized
It can be so lonely so lonely outside
When you see what we've been living in
It's best to be ready to die
Then don't
Bring yourself back
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8. |
Penny Many
04:21
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Tattered clothes and bloody shoes
What did she do
No memory of this day
She walks beneath the moon
And the owls all stare and the blood in her hair
If she knew would she know to care
On the hilltop surrounded by bones and stone
Her lonesome schizophrenia fills her home
She gets angry when they complain she cooked the food too raw
Doesn't understand it's hard to eat when you're stuffed with straw
Dirty hands and messy hair
She lights the candles and sets the chairs
So proper but so confused
She always knows just what to wear
To look her best for their empty stares
She loves them so true
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9. |
No Place Like Home
04:10
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There's a fine line between pity and hatred
Trying to be convinced that life is sacred
Battling my love to bleed
And reasons to stay alive
I can't see them in your used up well trained tired eyes
I'm fucked up again
Cause there's no place like home
You say that you miss me
Which one did you know
To question all leads to the mystery
Where would you like to go
The keepers of the half life sight
Come frequent in time
To give me their best wishes
In the middle of the night
Tempting me to turn to the knife
Testing my choices and my right
It's been there all my life
I'm fucked up again
Cause there's no place like home
You say that you miss me
Which one did you know
To question all leads to the mystery
Where would you like to go
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10. |
She'd Rather Be Dead
03:50
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She'd rather be dead till she sees red
And her temper burns the rope
Justifying all her sad mistakes
Till they're just 2nd hand smoke
If you're afraid you better lock the door
And find a way to waste the space
Till you're lying near dead on the floor
Your last thought left is fuck the human race
Influenced to never be
What you really need
Gotta leave it all behind to know
What it feels like just to be
Pick it up
Motherfuckers
Do you like the sound of laughter
You're gonna lose your faith today
You want your throat cut before or after
She's gonna use you up either way
Another set up for disaster
Play along and take the bait
You've only got the time to live faster
What's the point of a lesson learned anyways
On the fence where you chose to lean
Watching like a dream
Thought you left it all behind
Till she gave you something else to need
Pick it up
Blood suckers
Melt down and reshape the sick fuck with the waste
A liver for a heart an estrus wrapped brain
Can you see the light did you hear what she said
You're searching for beauty but this fuckers dead
It's nonsense at its best how much can you digest
You're useless here misheard and ugly
Put on your hood redefine what is good
Then poison your lips this place is hopeless
Tonight will be the last supper
The feast it smells of sulphur
Tonight you will not suffer
Faint forlorn consent will no longer curse your head
You're leaving them dead
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11. |
Heart of the River
03:59
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It was a fine day and the river flowed beneath us
No moment waits but some are remembered and I trust
I'll keep this one safe till I'm in a better place
So when I'm drowning in my head I wont show it on my face
There's stories from her past you can read and weep about
Sometimes it seems too dangerous to let the feeling out
Only I know what I mean I know words can be so cheap
So I tell her that I love her once she's asleep
Fucked up on a snowy road that's not taking me too far
Remembering how easy things were when I knew less in the basement of that bar
Thinking I've got about much life left in me as this old car
Trying not to forget so I don't regret
There's stories from her past I can understand them now
Sometimes it makes me sick and weak and full of doubt
Only I know what I mean when I say that I can't sleep
Trying to be there for her no ones there for me
Sit on the bank of the river and apologize to myself
It goes by with no judgement as I let it all spill out
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12. |
The Abusers Grave
04:38
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She will heal
What was done to her made her believe her body was not her own
She built up walls in her broken heart to survive the crooked way she'd grown
So many people not knowing not caring took advantage of the way that she became
In a place where nothing matters nothings wrong party away there is no shame
Some abusers stand out more obviously than others
Some users make their way to the end of the night under cover
She told me of a dead man and the way he had behaved
In upmost disrespect I pissed on his fucking grave
Just another night for a selfish heartless fucking coward
To leave of lifetime of pain with the ones that were overpowered
She can heal she can heal she can heal and she can feel again
She can take back the life that you've taken
Fuck you
Some abusers stand out more obviously than others
Some users make their way to the end of the night under cover
She told me of a dead man and the way he had behaved
In upmost disrespect I pissed on his fucking grave
Love is not something you can take by force
Or by prying with coercive manipulation
So many live with the weight of a world that ignores
Left to drown in their minds in a repeating situation
Come back
We're watching
She will heal
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13. |
Momma
03:11
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When there are no hearts left to hold
You find a place to hide away and grow old
Never believed much of anything we were told
It's not just the words it's how they're spoken
You lost your mind when you were young
Then almost lost your life
High as a fucking kite
All you consumed was air and water
Your parents didn't know how to take it
They acted much like mine
A narcissist and too afraid to try
The cycles gotta break some time
When there are no hearts left to hold
You find a place to hide away and grow old
Never believed much of anything we were told
It's not just the words it's how they're spoken
You never really gave yourself to him
Just naive enough to take
He preached freedom truth and gratitude
Like a false prophet born of the devils mistake
You said he raped you in a past life
The insanity knows it was this one
You didn't wanna leave the place that you hid
You didn't wanna come out but you did
Thanks for showing yourself momma
I was 29 when we spoke for the first time
Please stay here with us momma
I wish I could say everything is gonna be fine
You cried every time you apologized
Then quickly tried to find good memories
If the past could freeze over in time
We could thaw out the few and far between
When there are no hearts left to hold
You find a place to hide away and grow old
Never believed much of anything we were told
It's not just the words it's how they're spoken
When there are no hearts left to break
And we live to give rather than to take
Cause we can trust the arrangements that we make
With all of the words that have already been spoken
I know there's more life left to bring
To find peace on a cold night we will sing
If we arrange it right we'll capture the feeling
With all the words that have already been spoken
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