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When you could see your breath
You asked if this meant we were dead
I said "Well if it does, then I don't think we're allowed to know yet"
We're just young kids sometimes
Ghosts possessing the dumb at heart
Fireworks going off forever
Lost before we got to the start
We need a noise to call our own
Broken amps like sirens in the night
Whispering lyrics down the telephone
Fuck the sadness, fight the good fight
Shooting stars colliding in bars
Always back to the tarot cards
Inking wishes into our arms
Dancing like the world is falling apart
Trading hope in lovers lips
Hit the stage without the script
Still waiting on a sign to arrive
Half dead but never more alive
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Rats With Wings
01:56
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Don't blink or you might miss the moment
The fights been fought, the walk been walked
Your burning bridge put out
You can't keep it or control it
The only answer that you need
Is sleeping in the sound
It was all of the time at the time
Now it's the only time we've got
We'd better make the most of this magical moment
Cause I'm pretty sure our bodies are already starting to rot
I don't wanna be six feet down
Without anything to my name
Except old texts on phones and student loans
And stories of faces and places that never ever change
CHORUS
Too much beauty to dust
Watching your hair grow long
Stuck indoors glued to pixels and bad jokes
Hashtags and reruns of old sitcoms
All lost in boundless amusement
I just want my fucking friends
To kick in my door and drag me outside
Kicking and screaming into the morning sun
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3. |
Just Fine
02:25
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Said I'm doing just fine
Told you I'm doing just fine
I wouldn't give you the time
Think I'm losing my mind
And everybody says we're doing just fine
But I know that's a lie
I know that's a lie
I know that's a lie and we'll have a good time
And we know what it's like to be broken
Battered up and thrown aside
So little words were spoken
Some advice to the man in the corner
Take a stand and prove us wrong
And show us you're a fighter
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The evidence has burned
Magnets to the tape
The darkness has crept up
To cover your face
Sliding backwards into stars
And then nothing
Collapses into place
So we try
To keep
Our heads above the water
But it gets so hard to breathe
Out here
Always falling backwards
Never find our feet
What the hell are we doing?
Empty cars on empty streets
Radio static bouncing around
And around and around
In our defeat
So we sing
And sigh
With rasping broken voices
Like antennas to the sky
Drowning our voices
Collapse in the sound
Lost in forever
Waiting to be found
We're up in the clouds
And there's no coming down
Lost in the crowd
But there's no one around
The racket boys are calling
The chicken man looks thin
Hiding in the rafters
Swallowing the sin
A little deviation
From the little task at hand
The making of a monster
The crowning of a man
We watch
As his crooked shadow cracks
A smile that chills your bones
But nobody else reacts
The lights are on but
You know nobodies home
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I see you standing here
Looking terrified
The futures dropped out from beneath you
now yr swinging wide
Put please don't move my dear
They like you pacified
But you're hiding your hope inside you
It's a gleaming knife
Breaking atmosphere
This smile burns alight
Ringing in my ears
And then just endless night
All hands on deck we're going down
Still beautiful on fire
One last song and my wings are gone
Never made a sound when I hit the ground
I think that there's a rhythm here
It's shining in your eyes
The words are muddled but the meanings clear
A thousand well meant lies
Breaking atmosphere
This smile burns alight
Ringing in my ears
And then just endless night
All hands on deck we're going down
Still beautiful on fire
One last song and my wings are gone
Never made a sound when I hit the ground
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You can't be sure
If this is failing or falling
The past catches up in one big breath
We don't know really know
Who's on the line that we're calling
All the monsters went out walking
From our dreams while we slept
There's a phrase repeating, swimming up from the depths
Where's the beating coming from,
When there's nothing in my chest?
Inhibition is the thing that keeps us all sane
Floating backwards from the static at the back of your brain
And all along, and all along
The songs you've always sung were wrong
The choices that you thought you made
Were decided long ago
And all along, and all along
The voice in the back of your head grew strong
A crippled conscience denies the death
Of what we need, and what we get
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Two Week Notice
02:56
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Stepping around social landmines
And dodging depression with self medication
I'm dying from reading the headlines
Of comrades and kids getting smashed on the frontlines
So taken with indecision and pinpoint precision
In every word
Stop stopping before getting started
You can't write an ending to stories you haven't heard
Losing friends to apathy
Winning when you're not
Counting coins won't help you see
The things you haven't got
But we don't know what's coming next
Or how it's gonna end
I'm tired of feeling so perplexed
grab your friends and sing;
Here's my two week notice
And my final bill
The songs we sing are free
No one owns us and they never will
The future belongs to me
I'm fried, and totally wired
Too tired to be tired
All thoughts down the drain
Just one more dose of neuroses
Then it's all wine and roses
Singing in the rain
Self pity drags my feet down
And curls itself round
The back of my brain
But there's no use in being useless
Dance in the dark
Grab a guitar and
CHORUS
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Amelia On The Moon
03:04
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Used to be an anchor
Now you're just a weight
Used to catch the trains on time
Now you're always running late
Spoke to the burning bed
Got caught up in the rush
Acted out on devils words
And just ended up crushed
Sick with this desire
Born outside looking up
Hands and knees pain comes in threes
I'm tired of fucking up
Don't wanna see you
Can't wait to be you
Put an arrow through your ribs
Cause this is what we're dealing with
Someone did bestow me with
A vision born of being someone new
Smoke out of your lungs
Hatred from your eyes
The words in which you spoke to me
Are always a surprise
Serpentine and delicate
Ribs stab through your skin
Searching for the magic words
So you can let me in
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9. |
Death By Snu Snu
02:24
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Wake up and check your phone
Cause you can't face the sun alone
The only way I can feel secure
Is to know someone in Iowa likes my jokes
it's all just transcendental
The way we transfer hate from place to place
it's kind of sentimental
Flat on your face at the start of the human race
Now close your eyes and hit the pavement
There's not much fresh air left
Don't let it go to waste
I'm tired of my shoulders sagging
From all of this self inflicted weight
Let's stop wasting every moment
Wondering if we'll feel it when it comes
Chalk it up to inconvenience
Or being forever young and dumb
So we're getting out of here (TRIPLET CLAPS?!?!)
We're getting out of here
Say your goodbyes and grab the beer
The walls are closing in
We're getting out of here
We're getting out of here
The whole charade is crystal clear
Consider me unplugged
(solo or maybe more words?)
(CHORUS w/ a bunch of people?)
Wake up the next morning and look for your phone
You don't know this neighborhood, you're not sleeping alone
You've got some strangers on the internet laughing at jokes
You've devoted half your life to funny cat videos
You're always stumbling down stairs and hey I'm not casting stones
I'm the first to leave the party and the last to go home
But you know I'm gonna hold you tight and never let go
We're not getting out of here we're not getting of here
We're not getting out of here alive/alone/until it's time to go
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This is the rest of my best laid plans
Not one of the boys but too much of a man
Ashamed of the space I take
Are you a Brutus or a Judas?
Your compassion rings fake
Feel like the top of the food chain?
Guess what; shit floats
I will not sleep soundly
Here tonight
Trading in my title
For a chance at the fight
Don't wanna be complicit in this
Enlisted at birth with my boot on a face
Stop hiding in suits and sharp haircuts
I'm dropping out of the master race
Now you trade in your silver spoon
For a knife in the gut
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Take back the clowns
Board up the past
Crumble everything to dust that was ever built to last
We've built the best of an imperfect world
Now our imminent attachment is coming unfurled
Send the rust back to dust and collect the rest of your cash
The finger's on the button and there's no coming back
Cash for oil and blood for free
Everything for sale but you don't own me
The minutes that are spent on
Crushing life just for a dime
Are just about as fruitful
As turning water into wine
And though through intimidation
Our power seems laid to rest
This is not a breaking point
This is just a test
You should know the few are many
When they remember this
All it takes to bring an empire down
Is hidden in a fist
Cut the power, cut the cord
The past will just decay
We're building a bigger better world
And no one has to pay
Shipping and handling, the price of blood
Or proccessing fees
"All you need is two feet
And some rhythm round the knees"
Walls are crumbling down
You can taste it in my lips
The dust is what we're born in
The rest is blown to bits
So come along
And take my hand
The road of good intentions
Ain't a part of this plan
We're dancing backwards out of hell
We're striking up the band
If this how it ends then, honey
Let's get out of hand
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