1. |
Overboard
02:53
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And I've hit an all time low
And can't climb out
No, i can't climb out
The light of day is buried
As hard, as hard as I can try I try and see
Try and reach out for a brighter flush horizon
Home, where is home?
Looks like Ill head to lost and found
And try to find
A restoration, our way out of this mess
Gain back our confidence
Along coming our common sense
In time we'll all climb out
And I know that the streets are on their way
And Im not sure if I really care
I guess we had this a long time coming
We already knew so we can't really care
A sick stomach and a fretting head
I keep saying everythings ok
I find it easy to laugh at myself
And I could probably stop asking
Home, where is home
Looks like I'll head to lost and found
And try to find
A restoration, our way out of this mess
Gain back our confidence
Along coming our common sense
In time we'll all climb out
Have I hit an all time low?
A restoration, our way out of this mess
Gain back our confidence
Along coming our common sense
In time we'll all climb out
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2. |
Let 'em Bleed
02:19
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Here's to you, just the memory, our sip
Slide right back into the mix
Where the lines began to bleed
Here's to the life we thought to create
Mapped lines, designs, paper streets
Our city's fucking dead
Cityscapes are burnt and bare
Infertile womb to the earth
These highway hills are cutting teeth
Ruptured black, let 'em bleed
Here's to you and your sense of accomplishment
Well I'm still here and I still am better than you
Here's to life and what we thought to create
You fucked up, I might be the slut but you're the whore
These cityscapes are burning
Burnt, burnt, burnt black and bare
Infertile womb to this earth
These highway hills are cutting
Cut, cut, cutting me down
Ruptured black, won't you let 'em bleed
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3. |
Maybe If I
01:53
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I offer it all to meet decline
With the stupid fucking panic when eyes meet mine
And the caustic cancer, my words explode
Into a display of vomit relating a void
Maybe if I could close my eyes
I would wake in a better time and place
Where the sun doesn't shine
Lets me sleep through the weeks
And the years would just pass on by
Age increases and I'll forget my past
To become the jester and the fool at last
And the dollar sign will have value on her
With the weathered crown, I'm through, I'm fine
Maybe if I could close my eyes
I would wake in a better time and place
Where the sun doesn't shine
Lets me sleep through the weeks
And the years would just pass on by
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