1. |
horror
01:14
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HORROR
The horror of what we do
This life is fucking killing you
We’re born into a cycle
Born into a lynch rope
Our dying breaths are wasted
Choking on the last shreds of hope
And anxiety strikes again
And I’ll drown in the sweat this time
I’ll be a broken bleeding mess
As you drink my blood like wine
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2. |
scissor wrist
00:40
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SCISSOR WRIST
There’s a magnitude and a meaning to writing verses in the dirt
Choosing the words and scraping the kerbs with how much this fucking hurts
I’d do anything for meaning but its price is fucking blood
And so I will pain and I will hate in ways I never thought I could
Now apathy is pouring from every mouth and every vein
But to those two are one and the same
So I’ll throw my bleeding body
From this sinking deck
And harmony will be the rope
That rings my neck
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3. |
nervosa
01:45
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NERVOSA
We hang like hangedmen swaying in the wind
Face to the air which we might as well be pissing in
We hang like hangedmen vestiges of disease
The world has wrung our necks
Our feet sway in the breeze
Futility is fact
These words were found
By my fingers at the back of my throat
As went fucking digging
Digging for hope
And all I learned from this
Sycophantic shit
The blood and bile
Hours of denial
I found the reasons why I quit
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4. |
sore eyes
00:34
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SORE EYES
It’s too much to bear
And it’s not enough to take
It’s the faces the fractures the false hoods the fakes
The blister on your tongue
As you speak the truth
The death rattle screams from the wretched youth
It’s the cold bones the dead veins the cracked teeth
The shame
The sore eyes as you see the ones who’re to blame
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5. |
bitter
01:07
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BITTER
Our bones are breaking with pendulum precision
Our hearts are aching and we just call it living
Our feet have cracked every one of these streets
Licking wounds with salty tongues week after fucking week
And every dawn here is fucking bleak
I’d pray for a new dawn
For a new light to be Shone
On the crimes old
On the crimes new
And on the crimes still left to
But the sun shines grey on this fucking town
And the rain is forever coming down
And dammed are we who walk this ground
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6. |
grudge
02:10
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GRUDGE
Metronome rain
Monotone grey
Crawl through the hours
Slip through the days
THIS GRUDGE IS IN MY BLOOD
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