1. |
A.R.A.
02:30
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Coursing through my blood your chemical erodes me
On sabbatical how come nobody stays home
Fail proof accusations where your truth once served me
Rather hear your wrongs then muscle through your broken words
We are the angry ones through fiery eyes we thrive
We wake the dead to try and fix our broken lives
Past conversations let them sleep where lovers die
Call on our angry reckless alibis
A killing moon keeps rising right outside my window
Something in the air that makes my skin turn cold
Tension headaches welcome to my own worst nightmare
Hanging by a thread my grip is finally taking hold
We are the angry ones through fiery eyes we thrive
We wake the dead to try and fix our broken lives
Past conversations let them sleep where lovers die
Call on our angry reckless alibis
We are the angry ones through fiery eyes we thrive
We wake the dead to try and fix our broken lives
Past conversations let them sleep where lovers die
Call on our angry reckless alibis
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2. |
Kick
03:06
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Seems like he’s heading for catastrophe
Can’t seem to function like a normal human being
He prays to god sometimes it helps him breathe
Now science tells him that there’s no one listening
Now Jonny can’t kick like this no way no more
And Jonny won’t miss those kids that picked on poor old Jonny boy
No self respect repressed
Expresses himself through vows of silence
Hangs at the bottom of his family tree
Grown by neglect and charred by spoon fed tragedy
His voice gets lost from all his rage and primal screams
Some times the broken hearts become the blackest sheep
Now Jonny can’t kick like this no way no more
And Jonny won’t miss those kids that picked on poor old Jonny boy
No self respect repressed
Expresses himself through vows of silence
Between a place of what was and what will never be
Knee deep in ash and secrets
Life long hypocrisy
Between a place of what was and what will never be
Knee deep in ash and secrets
Life long hypocrisy
Now Jonny can’t kick like this no way no more
And Jonny won’t miss those kids that picked on poor old Jonny boy
No self respect repressed
Expresses himself through vows of silence
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3. |
We Are The Monsters
02:22
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Broken my obsessions got me bleeding out through open veins
Cuts from my depression wake the ghosts of those I could not save
Faceless, feeble, minded, rotting out behind old parking lots
Renovations over leaving nothing but the time we got or lost
You can save me
We can run away
Into the nighttime
Where all the monsters are making meals from those who stayed
It’s the last line
Our institutions thrive
Hating the angry
And calling the broken
To open up their cold dead eyes
We are
We are the
We are the monsters and our time has come
Moonlight over water, smoke filled skies from crematoriums
Simple lives are slaughtered blame the pages of fangoria
Ignorance is dulling to my senses and we've had enough
Send us to our climax, to the place where we’re the only ones asleep
You can save me
We can run away
Into the nighttime
Where all the monsters are making meals from those who stayed
It’s the last line
Our institutions thrive
Hating the angry
And calling the broken
To open up their cold dead eyes
We are
We are the
We are the monsters and our time has come
We are
We are the
We are the monsters and our time has come
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4. |
Death Becomes Her
02:57
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What can it be?
A divine apology?
An institution of absolution
Well, that’s news to me
Just a crude indecency
continuation of aggravation
Never walk into the light
Unless you have an alibi
Everything will turn out right
Because now we have the night
For now, you’ll take a holiday
Just a good old fashioned kinda getaway
A crooked smile on a tried and true highway
One last caress, one last breathe
What can it be?
Just a broken frequency
Evolution by permutation
It’s not real to me
Just a fucked up fantasy
Stimulation of resurrection
Never walk into the light
Unless you have an alibi
Everything will turn out right
Because now we have the night
For now, you’ll take a holiday
Just a good old fashioned kinda getaway
A crooked smile on a tried and true highway
One last caress, one last breathe
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5. |
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Somethings can be forgiven
And somethings not at all
What brings us all together tears us apart
I used to sleep so soundly
But now it’s not at all
I’m haunted by my dreams from burns and scars
So go on wake me if I’m dreaming
Or else I won’t wake up at all
So turn your fingers into razors
Cause just like god I’ve had enough
Consume me in my bed
I smell a fire burning
My friends out dancing on the ceiling
With sweaters made from green and red
Heart of gold she'll soon be dead
In the end I blame this town
Mangled torn and left worn down
One two he’s coming for you
Three four I locked my door
Five six my crucifix don’t work no more
Seven eight I stayed up late and
Nine ten I failed again
This time I’ll dream right to the very end
So go on wake me if I’m dreaming
Or else I won’t wake up at all
So turn your fingers into razors
Cause just like god I’ve had enough
Consume me in my bed
I smell a fire burning
My friends out dancing on the ceiling
With sweaters made from green and red
Heart of gold she'll soon be dead
In the end I blame this town
Mangled torn and left worn down
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6. |
This Blood's For You
01:53
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Suddenly your senses fill with glee
Surrender on your knees
Like giving blood
Close your eyes
Don’t fight it
No surprise
Delighted
Tell me now
This blood's for you
This blood's for you
This blood's for you
This blood's for you
Patiently awaiting
Dusk till dawn
Lights fading
Cross your heart
Now hope to die
Fall asleep forever
Don’t look back
And never tell no one
This blood's for you
This blood's for you
This blood's for you
This blood's for you
Tastes like copper
Smells like wine
This blood's for you
This blood's for you
This blood's for you
This blood's for you
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7. |
Some Old Fashioned
02:33
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I keep my thoughts where open minds go
Locked up in a bottle
Throw it all away
Tight chested cardiac arrest
My lungs are on the pavement
No one stayed
It’s hard to tell you but our hearts get hardened over time
Like rocks on water it’s our time to sink
Check check check
Check your story
Then change the words you say
Beg yourself for forgiveness
In some old fashioned kind of way
Deep sleep lit cigarettes and codeine
Alcohol eroding organs fail
Cheap shots apologetic voices
Echo through the walls where no one cares
If I can’t heal then there is nothing left to severe
I can’t speak with both your hands around my throat
Check check check
Check your story
Then change the words you say
Beg yourself for forgiveness
In some old fashioned kind of way
Check check check
Check your story
Then change the words you say
Beg yourself for forgiveness
In some old fashioned kind of way
Check check check
Check your story
Then change the words you say
Beg yourself for forgiveness
In some old fashioned kind of way
Check check check
Check your story
Then change the words you say
Beg yourself for forgiveness
In some old fashioned kind of way
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8. |
Blood Junkie
02:11
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Useless apathetic trading knowledge with a mirror
When a one way conversation changed from conflict turns to fear
You can shake your fists in anger even though nobody’s home
Entertain hallucinations in a hotel room alone
Let go 1234
Let go
Leaving bodies on the floor
A blood junkies always looking for a score
Walking through the valley down Ventura boulevard
When I saw some girl beside me selling churros from her car
Then some guy ran up behind her stealing everything she had
Safe to say I found my fix inside this poorly sharped dressed man
Let go 1234
Let go
Leaving bodies on the floor
A blood junkies always looking for a score
Just a junkie left here waiting wanting more
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9. |
Charcoal Valentine
03:23
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Lee, don’t leave me lying here tonight
An insubstantial pose of apathy
An encore with my charcoal valentine
Forever an elected casualty
It can’t be happening again
Don’t look now it’s happening again, is there no empathy?
Well I’ll Follow, follow, her down that coal mine rabbit hole
Heed my warning, trainwreck anyway
Swallow, all those, sincere naive angelic souls
A minor mishap doomed us anyway
Swallow, all those l, bitter pills that we have sowed
A vicious cycle doomed us anyway
You hooked me with your narcotic desires
Promise of a future not just memories
Slowly dancing with my hearts design
Basking in the glow of this obscenity
It can’t be happening again
Don’t look now it’s happening again, is there no empathy?
Well I’ll Follow, follow, her down that coal mine rabbit hole
Heed my warning, trainwreck anyway
Swallow, all those, sincere naive angelic souls
A minor mishap doomed us anyway, anyway
I'm just a sucker for your grip
Now I'm just jonesin' for your fix
I'm just a sucker for your grip
Now I'm just jonesin' for your fix
Follow, follow, her down that coal mine rabbit hole
Heed my warning, trainwreck anyway
Swallow, all those, sincere naive angelic souls
A vicious cycle doomed us anyway, anyway, anyway
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10. |
Sunset '89
02:44
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She moves like a saint likes a radio
Just a wide eyed rodeo
Trashed her pad when she heard her band
From the broadcast radio
Hells St. fire lights cigarettes
Likes long walks on the road
Long tall sally likes drinks and coke
Never lost up in the fold
So go and tell her as you fail her to the demons of the street
Good night and go to sleep
Go try and sell her to the krell that you’ve been hiding in your feet like swine
Too fast for love to fast for speed she gets just what she needs
Street life knife fights breaking hearts
On the street she’s still the queen
Gold dust digger digging into her arm
When the lime lights to obscure
Crashed her car getting out of a show
Showing up like she’s still the cure
So go and tell her as you fail her to the demons of the street
Good night and go to sleep
Go try and sell her to the krell that you’ve been hiding in your feet like swine
So go and tell her as you fail her to the demons of the street
Good night and go to sleep
Go try and sell her to the krell that you’ve been hiding in your feet like swine
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11. |
Meteor Shit
01:59
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Meteor shit!
Meteor shit!
Meteor shit!
Meteor shit!
Jordy Verrill your a lunkhead
You're a lunkhead Jordy boy
Jordy Verrill your a lunkhead
You're a lunkhead Jordy boy
Meteor shit!
Meteor shit!
Meteor shit!
Jordy Verrill your a lunkhead
You're a lunkhead Jordy boy
Jordy Verrill your a lunkhead
You're a lunkhead Jordy boy
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