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Sub Rosa

by Five Three Eyes

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1.
Pack your bags and pour us a drink, darling We're leaving town again And I promise not to quit my drinking If you promise not to tell our friends That we stole their childhood home videos To shoot our private pornos There's no need to call them back We'll just take their numbers out of our phones And we can wear masks made out of the bruises And scars from nights we can't remember So noone knows who we are Or where we've come from once we get there Burn through favors like vicious wildfires To have our fun Until the screaming and bleeding is done Crawl under the blankets and out of the sun Kiss me with your razorblade lips And tell me your darkest desires The taste will keep me running from smoke As if I'm not the one on fire To keep you safe in my arms And never let me be lonely To feed the blaze in my chest Burning my throat just like cigarettes It's too late to say whether we're any good Our love is the fire and the lives are the wood We've chosen each other for better or worse The only way out is in the back of a hearse So pour some sugar in my tank And put the gun up to my head Come in close for one last kiss I'll love you until we're both dead Wrap the barbed wire around my neck And show me your darkest desires The blood will keep me choking from smoke As if I'm not the one on fire To keep you sick in my arms And never let me be lonely To feed this blaze in my chest Burning my throat just like cigarettes I'll keep burning To keep you beside me I'll keep burning To keep you warm I'll keep burning To prove to you my love I'll keep burning Until we've burned down our home
2.
Ghosting 02:39
Running through memories Running for queen of the world Giving up the old way Gunning for oblivion Gunning down mobs of spite Living for the next day Say goodbye everybody She'll never get the chance to do What the enhanced do Unless she goes away. Ghosting her family Ghosting everyone at work Abandoned all her friends Coasting the whole East Coast Coasting up shady ads Abandoned odds and end If anybody wants her They've got to be haunted She needs to be wanted And she erased All of her history She left no trace To be or not to be A recognized face On the marquee She sacraficed Given up And let them down She paid the price Posting missing adverts Posting police posters Some day they'll find a trace Oh sing, songs about it Oh sing, until she comes home One day they'll see her face On the fashion districts ads Like a detective's clue They wish if only knew Running and running and Running and running Every step is out running Gunning and gunning and Gunning and gunning Gun down every one you love Running and gunning Outrunning and outgunning And every step is out running The world
3.
Snowbound 02:18
Whistling a tune Manifest Destiny It's been a long song A sickly symphony Across America We're abandoned We're meant to be together So please take my hand Whisper reassurances Of the Lord's way The body of Christ won't do At the end of the day Fruit of man Life of flesh Screw the plan We survive like Gilgamesh Rotten feet Still tread on We need meat They won't it if they're gone The children are cold They ate the rug There's no turning back Dig out of the hole we've dug My voice is no longer strong I rasp when I speak We might have to eat each other Hopefully not this week Pat's begun to rant Deliriously He stripped off all his clothes So the last thing he'd feel was free Lord we have all succumb Lord forgive us Ashes turn to ashes Ashes turn into dust We've all fallen Lord let us pray Almighty we all know That there's Hell to pay Across America You and I, my bride We stay together But tonight you stay inside
4.
Bad Night 03:39
The beat up pavement's slick from the rain Deeply reflecting red gold street lights There he is king of the things to come He walks along the city walls at night Through the valley, loss for losses sake Past the painted princes of industry He breathes so deeply he needs to sigh He wanders and wonders "who misses me?" If God is goodness: goodness gracious Hearts are closing skulls are cracking The walls are gone now, only night lives And his visions are slowly blacking Lying on a grate starting to dream He dreams memories of Mother's voice Before the fallout, he's not welcome He dreams memories of Mother's choice Under the bridge He can't see the sky Over the turnpike He gets rain in his eyes In an office He's an unhappy guy On the streets He makes children cry Time is closing in on the rest of time Sleeping is his life now more than being awake There's an aura of sour milk smell And he rambles for rambling's sake A sweaty body under his clothes A hazy heatstroke brings visions forth An acid stomach churns in his mouth A lazy vagrant sees the night's swarth
5.
Angela You know who you are And Angela Is not your real name Remember when We would talk 'til dawn All through night Still a sharp pain Your head your head Is on my shoulder Your head your head Is on my shoulder Your eyes are blue Like falling through sky Your eyes are blue Neurologist's dream Your eyes are blue Cotton candy dye Your eyes are blue Blueberry ice cream There's only sharp pain My heart anchors a chain I've got to tear from you It's the only thing to do Pretend that you're not here I don't want to feel Run away little thing You're only good at hurting Angela I've got to go now Angela I think you know why It's all I want Please go be happy Angela Please don't you cry Your head your head Is on my shoulder Your head your head Is on my shoulder Your eyes are blue Frozen street urchin Your eyes are blue Like endless deep sea thought Your eyes are blue Neptune's dead surface Your eyes are blue Like cold and stony rock Tumors under skin Tumors on the soul Burning black holes Burn for amusing demons Anywhere you go She'll set the arrow in a bow Tear your heart from your chest She likes it beating the best She eats your beating heart She eats your thinking brain She eats your feeling soul But living's worse pain There was only one clue before twenty She has it in for you She has it in for many
6.
Falling In 03:04
Sleeping to see her She lives behind his eyelids He cannot speak His mouth produces diamonds No tender song No secret morality play She doesn't care Her jewel box grows anyway Under blankets Second world short hand we speak Over the sky Her angel wings brush his cheek Nothing needs change He's the god of his own mind Why wander far When there's nothing much left to find? Falling up Rushing past house tops Falling in Let the haze surround him Falling up Past where the sky stops Falling in It's toxic all around him Never wake up It's a break down Too much to make up Everything's slowed down Every moment Is a step closer to death So right now He won't waste his breath You're right here Where else could you be? But soon you'll see You and everyone else you'll all see And this is how we choose to live When there's nothing left to give Oh the world's a wonder When your mind's asunder Sleeping in the streets All that's left now are dreams Never give time To think about what it means And this how we choose to live When there's nothing left to give Oh the world's a wonder When your mind's asunder But soon you'll see
7.
Hungover 02:58
I had a dream There was a hand Held in mine In the negative space Not to complain But time's gone And life's dead We need to leave this place Sour wine After parties Broken glass Lays in shards. He's talkin' trash Ignoring calls That scream on his cell phone A stranger's bed And empty room Digits are read On the alarm clock A cold clean night I bust out the door Without saying I'm taking a walk And my T.V.'s gone So are my dogs Apartment's an empty shell And the Earth is raw Deep in God's cold maw Like when the morning star feel And the guys all say Never again They don't really know That it's life or death Because it's All a horror show
8.
Sleepwalk 03:06
I lay in bed The kind man Fills my dreams With fantastical images Compelling little schemes Waking sleep We are on each other’s team I lay in bed The kind man Tears the seams Sub Rosa Is enough for Felo de se Suppose another option Came my way I’d take it any day Running to the light switch Running to anything To wake up He gave a vision I couldn't make up I lay in bed The cruel man Fills my dreams With ceaseless dread The cold hands tear at the seams It’s flickering Behind my eyelids It’s sickening How do I get rid of this? Of this ugly Of this ugly Sub Rosa
9.
The water pool The Ferris Wheel A grand show of man's hubris A man can run A man can roam If you'll just lend him two bucks Chicago's swell Chicago's grand Home to the exposition Built a hotel I've made a home Mine's an ideal position First wife Second wife Third wife Lured to their death Close friend Fiance Come see my home Breathe your last breath A well known doctor And bigamist I am every lady's dream I've got a lab And a labyrinth Where no one can hear you scream Oh men have lived And men have lost To build this bright white city But I don't care For such a dream And all the more's the pity First Wife End a life Throw her body Into the lime pit No knife Not a strife Acid bath Will still do it
10.
Messy Fruit 04:20
Nothing to our names Except a vacuum and a towel rack We made love out at sea The claw marks on my back The neighbor's Magdalene She just died Living it up, falling down Paranoia's justified Sharing an opulent home Wearing a tannis root charm Read the script, the actor plays his part Read the script, the actor on my arm Cryptic dreams Hungry nights The air is cold There's shadows in the light Sing a song Push the pram Read what's wrote The name is an anagram She'll be running to her doctors She'll be running to her friends She'll be running to everyone All they do is just pretend They're beating the clock I'm eating meat blue Love's unconditional There's nothing left to do but Sing a song Push the pram Read what's wrote The name is an anagram Love is evil So they say Mother's love It endures anyway Rock him gently Rock him softly Just let her be he says let her be In the darkest nursery Rockin' softly Look at those eyes They're his father's

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Album art by Chris Mollet at Youth Energy Designs
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released November 28, 2017

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Five Three Eyes Chicago, Illinois

Vincent- Vocals/Guitar
Tevin- Guitar
Tim- Bass
Christian- Drums

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