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Continental Gape
04:14
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Hey what's new
I've been thinking 'bout our arguments
And can't remember what was true
Hey, we cool?
I've been sending psychic cries for help but don't feel like they're getting through
Oh, such fools
Always quick to drop a fight then dust it off and call it new
Clawed and bruised
Wear our passion in a fashion
As a testament to what we do
Can we forget
All the cruel things that I haven't done yet
Forgive and regret
With my dying breath, are we having fun yet?
Scars run through
Map a prophecy of misery
That's very quickly coming true
Fine, we're screwed
I've been sitting drinking in the dark and contemplating killing you
Can we forget
All the cruel things that I haven't done yet
Forgive and regret
With my dying breath, are we having fun yet?
It's never clear to me
How you define family
What do you think we'd be
Without our shared tragedy
Where do we go...
Where can we go from here
How could I know...
If we carry on for love or fear
Is this love, my dear?
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2. |
9 or Bang
03:48
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It starts in the morning
It begins in the head
The lights turn on, your skin feels wrong
The realization dawns that you've been living dead.
Your world is ending
Being consumed by fire
And you can shake your head and cry out loud
Or you can toss that corpse onto the pyre
We're dancing
We're being born anew
And I'll shake this flesh til it's fucking spent
Or so long as it does what I tell it to do
Sometimes it's a second
Sometimes it's a day
Sometimes it's a decade
Of rotting away
Sometimes it feels over
When it's only just begun
And it's no fun
But you wouldn't lament a setting sun
And you can't run
No you can't run
That's the trouble with refusing to die
It can stand in the way of really feeling alive
And start to nosedive
Psyche leaping from a high rise
A mausoleum of your own design
A surprise birthday party in your mind, it's fine
try and have a good time
Sometimes it's a second
Sometimes it's a day
Sometimes it's a decade
Of slowly rotting away
Sometimes it feels over
When it's only just begun
And it's no fun
No, it's no fun
Its only a lifetime...
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3. |
PAWG
03:59
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Lying on the floor, barely breathing
Giving up on everything that I believe in
You open up the door and ask me, how you feeling?
Still there's nothing I can say that doesn't sound like screaming
And less is seldom more, I'm retreating
From a world where every thought I've had has felt defeating
In case you're keeping score, it bears repeating
That the love I've learned to give is often harsh and fleeting
You've been so kind
In spending your time
But I've been lying to you, for so long
And if I told you the truth, well it would come out wrong and this would all be gone
But still it's bleeding through
It's bleeding through
And I'm too far gone
For too damn long
And there's nothing left to do,
I'm bleeding through
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4. |
Buttman Turd
03:58
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On fire with manic piety
(Up high)
Reigned in by my anxiety
(Down low)
I demand local notoriety
(Too slow)
If this cycle plans on killing me
(OH NO!)
You say the means...
Will justify the ends.
I'll try telling that...
To my dead friends
Turns out that half a million corpses is the price
To corner the market manufacturing Vice
It's True
And if anybody asks me who to blame
I'll show them your face I'll tell them your name
It's You, it's fucking you
Now it's an epidemic
Of a different kind
Sentenced to death for
Trying to anesthetize your mind
Sentenced to death for
Trying to anesthetize your mind
This is fine
In a world with nothing to offer
No help to see us through
Just fill up our lords coffers
As if we're destined too
Building dynasties
Borne of bone and blood
Causing countless tragedies
We push down further in the mud
We've been through
Two decades of Murder
Now it's set loose
And we're buried further
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5. |
Stepdads
04:38
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You rise up
I fall down
You know the ways to hurt me
And turn things around
What if I don't agree
What is it I don't see
Who do you want me to be
What do you want from me
It feels like all we ever do is fight, anymore.
Each fight adds its weight to the tears of the fragile bond that is us.
Because its always another thing, another stone, we prop to support this home of layered bullshit. And I wonder why, you and I, always trying and pleading to be seen. And its moments, and days like this that make me wish it would all... just fall apart
Another night
Spent staring at these white lights
Tossing bread crumbs to skeleton mice
My mind is drifting
Everyday feels the same
This misery and guilt
Have made me tame
If I keep myself busy
I can forget that I should leave
On my own I feel guilty
In enjoying a moment of peace
On my own I feel guilty...
Breathing a sigh of relief
Surfacing into clarity,
I think I'll leave
We sort it out
Until she tells me that it's going bad, again
She leaves the house
And spends a week staying with her dad, again
I don't see how
This situation will ever resolve
My whole world is within these walls
Fuck it, we ball
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