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intro
00:48
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2. |
Long Live The Unborn
01:43
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I’m a parasite of the present moment
phantom that leaves your mind soon as it leaves
I’m the candle wick that never burns out
I’m the slack in a knot that hangs from a tree
I stand alone without beliefs, all my actions are me
Glory To The Unborn, with no eyes and brain to see
And I’m a dying dream, of an endless baby
I’ll lash and I’ll hit as I see
My life’s been dark for the strangest moment, but I think things are changing
And I don’t say that with any integrity of truth, because truthfully I don’t want things to change.
I want to writhe and whine I want to be a chalk outline
I wanna self implode and wither away
I’m a parasite of the present moment
phantom that leaves your mind soon as it leaves
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3. |
Blowhound
02:10
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And I don’t want to be a sign, an aimless set of eyes
A miserable excuse, shielded in his truth
A truth composed of lies, a love that has died
And buried in the ground I romanticize
Blowhound
I don’t wanna wake up dying anymore
Blowhound
And I wake up everyday, emptier than yesterday as I slowly kill myself poisoning the well
Kids who outgrew their clothes, brains outgrowing skulls
And with this useless mouth I give up and drown
Blowhound
I don’t wanna wake up dying anymore
Blowhound
And all the things you say, make my brightest day
There’s so much I can say, but I won’t say anything.
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4. |
Fox Hill
01:54
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When I was a young boy on Fox Hill
How can I be so free yet so still
I hear the sirens drone, a storm my way I know I’m not here
here to stay
Like a castle of cards in the wind
like a lover who’s love is built on sin
You know I hate all those drugs that you do
I’ll always be on that hill waiting for you
I’ve got no home and it isn’t that bad
The only time I go to school is to see you after class.
My teeth are falling out just like the truth
it’s so sad there’s no future for me and you.
And like a deck of cards held in my hands
I’ve let them slip away without any plans
I’ve got no back up and nowhere to go
I’ve lost you all and the fault is my own
Like a castle of cards in the wind
like a lover who’s love is built on sin
You know I hate all those drugs that you do
I’ll always be on that hill waiting for you
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5. |
BLOOD MACHINE
02:18
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Every-time you just wanna go to sleep
You’re always so fucked up swollen and always beat
And every thought you thought was your own is just somebody else’s dead and dying in the snow
And I wanna look beyond my eyes
the pain that you feel is fetishized
drill holes in our heads, in our world, in our teeth
nothing ever changes with the fall or the breeze
Everything is going as planned
Everything is going as planned
Everything I see no, nothings new to me
Everything is going as planned
And every-time I open up my eyes
a doorway with a belt that I’ve yet to try
And every thought I thought was my own
hangs like a star and a pain I’ve never known
feed, the blood machine blood
work a dead end job and work just because
find peace, find love, find meaning.
A heart moves slowly, beating.
Everything is going as planned
Everything is going as planned
Everything I see no, nothings new to me
Everything is going as planned
Power to the people
Power to the blood
Power to the poor who get drafted out to wars
Power to the blood
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6. |
Haunts Catch Fire
02:13
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I'll thrash for nothing
nothing to live for
the wingspan of my mouth is a painful open sore
And I’ll run my mouth for just another second
I’ll let the wind carry me to a hollow direction, take me out.
I live my life for a dopamine hit, an empty haunt November first my skull burst split
And I’ll run my mouth for just another second. I’ll let smoke carry me as an honest confession, I’m wrong.
And everyday has felt the same for the last nine months
A true fall, a truer black.
So if happiness is a choice then it's carried on the wind
On the back of a man who screams without a voice
And I'll thrash for nothing
nothing to live for
the wingspan of my mouth is a painful open sore
And I’ll run my mouth for just another second
I’ll let the wind carry me to a hollow direction, take me out.
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7. |
useless hands
02:05
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8. |
Skeleton Love Song
01:09
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You make me forget about my grave
Hiding in this tomb a sleeping name
And the workers go to work
And the dead still stay dead
There’s no song in the world that’ll fix your head
I romanticize watching you die
Cause’ I’m getting real lonely being the only one who hides
And the workers go to work
And the dead still stay dead
There’s no song in the world that’ll fix your head
And the slaves, slave away
And the sleepers stay in for another day
And the world is your oyster til’ it washes away
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9. |
Your Construct
02:51
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I’m the sweat stain on the pit of a stupid kid
I’m the letters that you wrote that were left un sent
I’m the speeding lead that passes through a head
And I’m the last first draft of words never meant
To me it’s all the same
No words to me, will change me
And I’m the last page of a book trampled through the dirt
I just hurt
You
Don’t tell me what you wanna see wanna be baby, I’ll just let you down
Don’t tell me what you wanna hear cry the tears baby, I’ll just kick you to the ground
And once I’m off I’ll find someone better than you
Driving places, filling spaces, lead an empty life
20 years young, prone to use
I swear I wouldn’t let a friend go through this abuse
And I don’t wanna be at this party anymore
And my feet they stick as I peel them off the floor
Don’t talk to me as I turn to leave, leave me be baby I’ll just turn you down
Forget my name shoot a blank leave no trace baby, just a bum wandering the town
And once I’m home, I will blow my fucking brains out
Lie in words, lead in herds, indulge in your hurt
20 years young, prone to use
I swear I wouldn’t let a friend go through this abuse
And I don’t wanna be at this party anymore
And my feet they stick as I peel them off the floor
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10. |
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Away from me asleep, in a cradle down by a creek
Awake in dreams, a place in your mind that I need
And there’s no greater bliss to not be born in the world at all, staying up late televisions waiting on your call
A broken clock is right at-least two times a day
Tired and dazed
I have these dreams that I’m dying by the day, and when I wake up there’s nothing profound to say
Wound that won’t close, any time or day
Everything you want is so far
Away from me asleep, in a cradle down by a creek
Awake in dreams, a place in your mind that I need
And I sound pathetic down on my knees
Broken jaw, hacksaw, bloody angel teeth
A broken clock is right at-least two times a day
Tired and dazed
I have these dreams that I’m dying by the day, and when I wake up there’s nothing profound to say
Wound that won’t close, any time or day
Everything you want is so far
Away from me
They always need more than me
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11. |
Flower Song
02:40
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Gauze around my eyes, so that I don’t have to see
I see an ugly shape in the mirror, an uncanny reflection of me
A rose without a thorn, a rose not to wilt away
A rose that I dream of, with a casket jolting me awake
And I firmly believe that lovers should be forever entwined, forever chained forever mine
Surely there’s something past this
I’m sure it has to exist
I wake up every morning
Feeling like shit
And I’ll fake it through today
Just a little longer
Enough to give me rest
Enough to put this hatchet in my head
And I firmly believe that lovers should be forever entwined, forever chained forever mine
And I know you always wanted a love song, but the words I write. Just come out wrong
Because while you’re going out leaving me, discard
I’m spending that time alone carving chunks out of my arms
Yeah I’m so fucking sick, I’m so fucking ill
I need way more than a single fucking pill
Because the things I’ve seen are terrifying to me
A page in a-shadow on your mind
So don’t slam the door as you turn to leave, I wish I could look back and smile and live happily
Because it’s easier to say, our love is dead
Than it is to say you’re still in my head
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12. |
the last one
01:00
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I love you so much
You're the doll of my eye
I love you so much
I want to take my life
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Catgrove St. Salt Lake City, Utah
folk punk out of the state of soaking
silly email:
catgrovestreet@gmail.com
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