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Black Madonna
04:56
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Blood red through the scope where my soul lies
Face down in the gutter I could wake up from all of this
Late night talks with holy devils tapping my phone line
I don’t think about it I just let it be what it is
Left death swinging from a chord, alright
I came up with religion I knew better than all of this
Pray to Black Madonna, she ain’t scared of no borderlines
All I know is we drive fast and we die slowly
We Lost step on the wire
Now they hold our feet to the fire
I wanna feel it
Feel it
I wanna feel it
Beg, steal and borrow
Another blood soiled American motto
Soaked in the cotton, weaved into the fabric, into the jacket, full-automatic
The dream’s been hollow, for how long?
Burn it all yeah, to the ground
Kill the noise yeah, with our own sound
And let the gun clap
We Lost step on the wire
Now they hold our feet to the fire
I wanna feel it
Feel it
I wanna feel it
If we’re gonna run, we won’t say goodbye
Shooting straight like Icarus toward the sun
Gleaming like the shell of a .45
We Lost step on the wire
Now they hold out feet to the fire
I wanna feel it
Feel it
I wanna feel it
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Popsicle Boys
03:58
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Told to never wait for signs, than answer’s swimming inside of my mind
Crashing in the waves behind my eyes
Drowning in the flow, forget to brace for the fall
Sundown fingers paint the skies
Counting halos in the headlights
Quiet hell, streets that we grew up on
Life’s a cannibal it eats until there’s no more
The more I try to fight it, the more it takes control
Oh lord, no one can save me now
When I go, I’m coming back for sure
We out, we out here
Don’t tell us all we need is time
A time to live and a time to die
Our oblivion is personal
How far left to go, till pain don’t hurt anymore?
We live in fear of being lonely, to have no one to hold
Shackles of the life that we grew up for
Left it all to know, the view on top of the world
The more I try to hide it, the more it seems to show
Oh lord, no one can save me now
When I go, I’m coming back for sure
We out, we out here
No holding back, no holding back no
No holding back, no holding back no
No holding back, no holding back no
No holding back...we out, we out here
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3. |
Caves
04:15
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We are all that's left
But is that enough in this modern age?
Scrape blessings off our shoes, pray to our phones, and get high
So many sharks in the water
Not gonna be one of those lucky people who feels no pain when they die
I'm running out of ways to pacify myself
Feels less like the modern age with no books on your shelf
Can we go back to the days we lived in caves?
Do we really want it all if it all just feels the same?
I know I don't have the right to give you good advice
I'm just another lost soul in the present tripping over myself
And I know our circuit board hearts are mourning
No validation in digital blood
Can we go back to the days we lived in caves?
Do we really want it all if it all just feels the same?
When I'm alone at night, I can't hide it no more
I wanted more for myself
But there's no making it right
When you're looking for light outside of yourself
We are all that's left
But is that enough in this modern age?
Scrape blessings off our shoes, pray to our phones and get high
So many sharks in the water
Not gonna be one of those lucky people who feels no pain when they die
I'm running out of ways to pacify myself
Feels less like the modern age with no books on your shelf
Can we go back to the days we lived in caves?
Do we really want it all if it all just feels the same?
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4. |
Relaxx
03:53
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Stealing the breath from your lungs
It shook you to the bone like summer war drums
You let me take you higher than higher would go
Into the jaws of paradise with eyes closed
Shatter into me
Oh, ain’t breakin’ no law, burning the secrets we saved
Oh, ain’t takin’ no loss, talking leaves too much to say
Relax, pull back, let it go
Grief doesn’t care who you are
And even love can’t make you the someone you’re not
Baptized in the eye of the fire you know
You cannot trust yourself, lets you ride alone
Shatter into me
Oh, ain’t breakin’ no law, burning the secrets we saved
Oh, ain’t takin’ no loss, talking leaves too much to say
Relax, pull back, let it go
Even the life I lose was a good life after all, even the life I lose
Welcome to the life I choose, now I believe every word
Nobody writes my rules
Oh, ain’t breakin’ no law, burning the secrets we saved
Oh, ain’t takin’ no loss, talking leaves too much to say
Relax, pull back, let it go
Even the life I lose was a good life after all, even the life I lose
Welcome to the life I choose, now I believe every word
Nobody writes my rules
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5. |
Thai Curry Pizza
03:24
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Smoking grass down in the garden, the color convulsions started
In the night, dog’s fire their thoughts at will
My bed is caught up in a draught, moving in, moving out
Lie alone on the edge of my thoughts, oh well
I was thinking, that I might spare the world
Another Ambien-addled zombie
Fire in my belly burning till mouth opens and hell unfurls
Is it love? Is it drugs? Is it money?
I got it but I’m scary when I need it
You know the cold wind’s bout to blow, cold wind
Ice is building on my soul
I came over to get high
But I just fall asleep, one drag at a time to avoid the low
I’m still conquering my lows, lows, lows
Still conquering my lows, lows, lows
Foolish for thinking it could never be worse
When you’re dealing with the devil the payment never comes first
Fuck you and your credit, papa said it
If it’s demon call it out
Or the hands silencing your mouth will take more than you allow
And now there’s way too many eyes in this parking lot
Intentions underground, but through cracks they be talking loud
Dean is on the phone saying “Be there in 45”
But he means 20, in this life, you do best to look alive
Is it love? Is it drugs? Is it money?
I got it but I’m scary when I need it
You know the cold wind’s bout to blow, cold wind
Ice is building on my soul
I came over to get high
But I just fall asleep, one drag at a time to avoid the low
I’m still conquering my lows, lows, lows
Still conquering my lows, lows, lows
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6. |
Street Rat
05:18
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Street rat, sinner, Sunday worshipper, mother's boy
Your conscience always writhing, sticky fingers in September heat
Oh, steam is rising, there's fire in the concrete, yeah
Every summer we shuffle, we hustle, we burn it down and bleed for money we never keep
I'm just a front street boy with back alley ways
And the part of me I lost seeps through like sweat stains
Tell me, where am I now?
Laughing and drinking with the lost and the never found
Ooo yeah, woah
I could be anyone
Speak truth to power, let the rain wash off the silence
Cuz right now it weighs a ton
Ooo yeah, woah
I could be anyone
Speak truth to power, let the rain wash off the silence
Cuz right now it weighs a ton
Aw yeah, Aw yeah, aw yeah
Get back, I'm worse than the place that I am running from
Can the devil get a soul clap?
Choirs of smoking harlots sing Ave Maria
The rapture in your bed picks me up at a quarter to five
I'm sorry I cannot stay
I'll whistle you tunes from the gutter, to let you know I'm alive
I'm just a front street boy with back alley ways
And the part of me I lost seeps through like sweat stains
Tell me, where am I now?
Laughing and drinking with the lost and the never found
Ooo yeah, woah
I could be anyone
Speak truth to power, let the rain wash off the silence
Cuz right now it weighs a ton
Ooo yeah, woah
I could be anyone
Speak truth to power, let the rain wash off the silence
Cuz right now it weighs a ton
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