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Magpie
02:45
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What happened to all the dreamers?
Held down by the non believers.
And the men who kill in the name of Jesus?
Or the talking heads that say “Believe us, believers”.
We sing resentment in chorus lines.
While disappointment keeps rhythm and time. Pull out your prayer books and dust off your bibles. Whatever prepares you for the final revival.
They will see us buried
Force fed, last breath our death
They will see us buried
“If it bleeds it leads”
That means you and me, you and me till we’re dead.
We’ve wandered in our own wasteland.
We should be ashamed of who we put our faith in.
They talk and we believe them.
True believers, these leaders will bleed us and eat us.
We sing resentment in chorus lines. While disappointment keeps rhythm and time.
Pull out your prayer book and dust off your bibles. Whatever prepares you for the final revival.
We can change our names.
But our Gods keep in touch all the same.
We don’t have to believe.
Just in you and me.
We don’t have to believe.
Only in you and me.
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Nightcrawlers
02:50
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We have all been lost before. They crawl in from under the door. It is locked. From inside. Where all of our greatest accomplishments seem to hide.
I can see the tension in you rise.
I can see the panic in your eyes.
Look west. Sun sets. Step out. The movement from underground is the calm we have dreamt about. We have been found.
Nightcrawler, Nightcrawler, take me away. Your segmented body moves in such ways. From the earth to birth we feed the same way. Where I need the shadows, you need the rain.
We are five hearts kept apart.
Where does mine start.
We have all been lost before. It’s a dance.
We slither in and anchor on romance.
Look east. Sunrise shines. I can’t see.
And they’re moving under our feet.
They’ve come to take us away.
Nightcrawlers
They’ve come to take us away.
They’re moving under our feet.
Nightcrawlers
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Borborygmus
03:16
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I had a dream last night
Where I was forced to rip out my own eyes
Swallowed them whole and took a good look from the inside.
Dark dark dark
My insides are putrid and harsh.
What lives in me? What lives in me?
It's vile, oh I know it. Can you see?
I see you now
From the inside fucking out.
My guts inside your mouth
Excrete the grease and pain
Yellow is our name
Parasite, Parasite
My skins to fucking tight.
To the Monster inside me. Come out and walk beside me. We'll meet face to face and drift apart from this place.
I, will stare into your eyes
Many and gleaming with pride
Look hard at the meal that survived
Have you eaten your fill?
I'll be fucked if I rot more away
Decay, decay, decay
It will lunge as it always has done
To finish what it has begun
(And my body will wither away)
My legs have given up
I can't move fast enough
Is this the part where my body seizes up?
Or are my lungs just filled with dust?
To the Monster inside me. Come out and walk beside me. We'll meet face to face and drift apart from this place.
Monster in me, I see. Come out and walk beside me.
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4. |
You Can't Sit With Us
02:36
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We've spackled the walls with our words. Brick and mortar verse for verse. We've built these shores with our hands and planted our hearts and melodies in the sand.
We are dead bodies, in fear of vacant housing. The landlord said we can party. It's a benefit a ticket event.
call out, those who, profit off the sweat of their friends back. Long Island we need a defense.
Most good works go unnoticed, while all the shit just floats to the surface.
This is our home. Our island of hope. If We've built these shores with our hands and planted our hearts and melodies in the sand.
call out, those who, profit off the sweat of their friends back. Long Island we need a defense.
Please please no more tickets and fees. Please please no more tickets and fees.
Fuck, this coast is corruptive
Big men walking tall! Well we see through you all. This island can speak for itself. Our island can speak for itself
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Axe Breaker
04:50
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I've been classically trained in the art of deception. Mind games are my specialty. misdirection. You'll see what I want you to see. Just believe. I've got tricks up my sleeve. Just believe. As we, trust trust trust in our bodies. As we, thrust thrust thrust with our bodies. We're in love love love with our bodies. Or is it lust lust lust in our bodies?
You taught me to be as cheap as can be (and the loves not the thing). You taught me to be as cheap as can be (so I swallowed the keys).
The monster , his forked tongue. Whispering the fragrances of fun. A full life are his promisings but when your eyes are bound it's the last thing you'll see. One day I'll write a letter. In hopes of making me better. What a coward he will think of me. One day I'll write a letter. In hopes of making me better...
Cut and run, just for fun. Those were the lessons. Cut and run, just for fun. Those were the lessons.
This block of wood still stands ( but it's my heart let me in) this block of wood still stands (but it's my heart let me in )
It's my heart let me in. (I know how to get in)
Kick in the hinge (cause there's no keys to get in)
Trust trust trust in our bodies. As we, thrust thrust thrust with our bodies. We're in love love love with our bodies. Or is it Lust lust lust in our bodies?
You taught me to be, as cheap as can be (and loves not the thing) you taught me to be, as cheap as can be (so I swallowed the keys)
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Branden Gallagher - vocals
Jesse Hayes - drums
Frank Falchek - guitar
Sid Valiquette - bass
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