1. |
Running from Smoke
03:22
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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
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2. |
Ghosting
02:39
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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
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3. |
Snowbound
02:18
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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
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4. |
Bad Night
03:39
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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
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5. |
On My Shoulder
04:04
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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
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6. |
Falling In
03:04
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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
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7. |
Hungover
02:58
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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
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8. |
Sleepwalk
03:06
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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
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9. |
Castle In The City
03:06
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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
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10. |
Messy Fruit
04:20
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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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Five Three Eyes Chicago, Illinois
Vincent- Vocals/Guitar
Tevin- Guitar
Tim- Bass
Christian- Drums
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