1. |
I'm Out
03:49
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Pen Marks on your skin and the sword shines in your eyes
who will you attack when it's time for you to die?
are you a cornered rat or a vulture in the sky?
just let it go, you're running out of time
The slimy sun your mother and the parasite your son
the old disease you claw at that goes down to the bone
it's getting dark, it's getting hard to breathe
mind escaping slowly on a sea of mercury
mind escaping floating in a sea of mercury
and everyone inside of me on the left side with the pain
can suck the shit outta my arteries, i'll howl just like a train
I'm the one, the only one, an I'm losing my mind
Why don't you dredge the bottom of the metal sea, I bet that's where you'll find it
Scratch marks on your back from the wolves all making love
you know you're being watched by all the ghosts up there above
breathing in the stench of your parasitic son
when will you understand that you're not the only one?
when will you understand that you're not the only one?
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Going Down
05:51
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Your daughters dolls and your son's little golden books
scattered on the floor, covered more than you in saudi oil
and we always choose to forget, but this memory is going down
always choose to forget, chose to forget
We're going down, we're going down, we're going down
down, down, down
intestines worn thin, all eaten up inside. worms and worse within. it's been so long but hey you tried and now you've given up. still soaked in saudi oil. you've had about enough. no wait, ok. you liked
We're going down, we're going down, we're going down
down, down, down
the sky is a wheel. the sun is a spoke. the stars are out, they make the streets cold. walking around, stumbling lost. you won't give it up no matter how much it's cost
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Drowning
04:54
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Here we are again, playing in the fountain with the dirty water on the edge of town.
It keeps us clean. It keeps us warm. Keeps us outta trouble keeps us away from alarms. Yeah those clocks keep breaking into our dreams. Yeah those clocks keep breaking in and we dream about big suits in black. I wanna know why, but I'm too afraid to ask
And I'm not inspired, I'm wasting away. I feel like everyone is bleeding faster than me and they wanna go down swinging while I sway back and forth, back and forth.
That great big fireball looks down on me. It's warm but it's uncaring. It's so warm but it don't feel a thing for me and... A thing for me and... we dream about men in gas masks. I wanna know why but I'm too afraid to ask.
And I'm not inspired, I'm wasting my day, I feel like everyone is bleeding faster than me and they wanna go down swinging while I sway back and forth, back and forth
I'm not inspired, I'm bleeding away my youth you fucking liar, I gave you what I could I gave you wine and all my weed and sweet vermouth. You used my like a spider uses strings to build a nest. You used my like a lyre uses strings to sound its best
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4. |
Teenage Kicks (Cover)
01:44
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5. |
Hey Good Lookin (Cover)
02:24
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Piece Chicago, Illinois
We've been making music since 2007-ish, and decided that now was a perfect time to put some music up. Hope you like it!
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