1. |
Hollow Ribcage
03:57
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Leave her behind
You've got new things to find
And your choice of distractions
To wipe her from your mind
The choice of your actions
Is based on present time.
Cold rain hits your skin
She refused to let you in
So walk where you wish
You can't let her win
Server your own dish
Bounce back with a grin.
What do you want from me?
Because I don't want to give it
What do you want from me?
Because I don't want to give it.
A hollow ribcage needs no care
He follows highways anywhere
Dark roads with many blinking lights
Blind him to what is wrong and right.
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2. |
Put Away The Monster
02:53
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Lock me in a small place
A crawl space
And cut me off
No more interactions
Or distractions
I've had enough.
'Cause these walls are breathing
My fists are bleeding
At least I know it's only my blood.
CHORUS:
Put away the monster
Don't let him show his face
Oh, it's a disgrace
Put away the skeletons
Forget they're even there
Don't you even dare
Bring them out for air.
Normalcy's a charade
A parade
Of uniform
Sustaining an illusion
Of transfusion
To the mother core.
'Cause these walls are breathing
My fists are bleeding
At least I know it's only my blood.
CHORUS
Don't let him snap, no, don't let him snap
It's hard to not lose it when you're feeling trapped
Don't let him snap, no, don't let him snap
If that monster escapes, there's no going back.
These walls are breathing
My fists are bleeding
At least I know it's only my blood.
CHORUS
Put away the monster, put him away
Put away the monster, put him away.
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3. |
Chivalry
03:28
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Blank stare at the wall
No expression at all
No fear of the fall
Just lust-driven gall
Because any romanticism
Sparks heavy criticism
Shatters the fragile prism
You can't have it all.
CHORUS
Chivalry was dead on the scene
I guess that he felt too obsolete
A generation pushed him away
So chivalry took his own life today.
Give in then withdraw
Don't pay them a second thought
Compassion starts to rot
As your tie gets pulled taut
Because some people long to find their love
That same concept is a nightmare to some
There's that paranoia that you're the one
You can't have it all.
CHORUS
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4. |
Doubt Dandelions
03:10
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Blisters, blisters on my feet
Sister, sister, carry me
I wish, I wish to take it back
But I've wandered too far into the trap
And I reflect
Bad choice, sad voice
One white flag hoist.
See your face in people's eyes
Your self-hate translates to your guise
Bitterness growing inside
Makes for one unpleasant ride
And all you have to show are
Insults in cults
It's not your fault.
CHORUS
There's a hazard
Bouncing in between our words
Some bastard
Planting seeds of weeds to
Blossom into doubt dandelions
As long as it's their words you're buying, my friend.
Some bounce off while others sting
Some give you headaches with that piercing ring
Standing tall is difficult
When every response is a nasty scold
Piling on your shoulders
You scream for a team
As you lose self-esteem.
CHORUS
There's a hazard
Bouncing in between our words
Some bastard
Planting seeds of weeds to
Blossom into doubt dandelions
As long as it's their words you're buying
You'll keep yourself up all night crying
So know that they're all lying, my friend.
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5. |
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What are these words I'm saying?
What's coming out of my mouth?
What is this game I'm playing?
Running east but falling south.
'Cause I can't keep track
Of every fact
That I have to rehearse
For nine whole acts
Which face to conceal
When can I be real
'Cause I've yet to find a
Show that wants the grand reveal.
CHORUS
A parade of faces
Fake homeostasis
Synthetic ethics
To mold myself a mask
And if you want entry
Slip on by the sentry
Camouflage the parts of you that seem to clash
Welcome to the cold war for the master class.
There's a masquerade
And a fine charade
And you'll be no one
If you can't play the game
So I try to be cool
But who can I fool
There's an army of
My peers with leers that dish out shame.
CHORUS
Get out of bed
And prepare your head
Put on your veil
For another day of fighting in this mental, paranoid hell.
CHORUS
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6. |
Easy Fix
02:43
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Click clack, repeat, talk smack
Dive into the stingy vat
Head first, you're the worst
Scoffing at the loners, scoffing at the loners
Shifty eyes, no surprise
You're a jumpy little thing, aren't you?
Out of sight, out of mind
Free to by the most unkind
Spread the lies, spread the lies.
CHORUS
This is an easy fix
You blend right into the mix
Take your pick
Of indulgence
Because this is an easy fix.
Anchor your sights on her
Dangle and apathetic lure
Fish in the sea, catch and release
The hunger is real with a specified feel
Not all who wander are lost
You've got a motive hidden away
Riding to, sliding through
Don't slow down, on the move
What a congregation
Heavily sedated.
CHORUS
Cut 'em loose
No excuse
Free-for-all
Just take it all
It's in the air
If you play fair
Free-for-all
Just take it all
Just take it.
CHORUS
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7. |
Lost In A City
03:52
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Fire the good preacher
He wasn't here Sunday
He must have lost his way
Send him down to the creature
Of cruel damnation
Ex-communication now
You can tell him the news
As you pull him from the wreckage
Of his Cadillac seven
A slip of the hand
And you're kicked out of Heaven now.
CHORUS
You're lost in a city
Oh, what a pity, pity
Everything's pretty
Much a mess
Looming figurines
Face of the machine
Looking for a meaning
Behind the rest.
Slander all the sinners
But that is you and me
Oh, hypocrisy
And shield all the beginners
So that they only see
Part of reality
You can tell them there's
No such thing as the bogeyman
But that's not the master plan
It's who they're being raised by.
CHORUS
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8. |
Kill My Creativity
03:55
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Every day I think I'm done
But there's many more miles I've yet to run
Now I've been forced to relax
But that helped me out, I'm on to new facts.
CHORUS
I can see you there
Hiding so quietly
I can tell you want to be found
Don't behave so mildly.
Kill my creativity
When that toxic tongue gets a hold of me
Lock the negative nancies out
Because they'll just throw us off of our route.
Hey, alright, alright
There's something for us here tonight
Hey, let's go, let's go
Welcome to our brand new show.
CHORUS
There's something in the air tonight
That sets me on my own
Ain't nothing going to hold me tight
I'm building my own zone
These chains have broken off
And i'm finally going home.
And I've created my own high
And I couldn't care less about the outside
There's a world I must explore
So don't you dare shut that door
Hey, alright, alright
There's something for us here tonight
Hey, let's go, let's go
Welcome to our brand new show.
CHORUS
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9. |
Piece of Glass
04:09
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There's a hole in the pocket of my durable coat
And everything is tumbling out and on to the road
These things I've kept for far too long
Are smashed to pieces, gone, gone, gone.
Oh, leave a path
Of broken glass.
CHORUS
Don't cut your feet
On shards you leave behind
That piece of glass
Still haunts your past
But it's in a different time.
The latches on my suitcase will remain unclicked
To empty out the contents for some new baggage
I'll take my time, I'll let it go
I'll stand in line for some new psycho.
Oh, leave a path
Of broken glass.
CHORUS
Oh, leave a path
Of broken glass
Oh, leave a path
Of broken glass.
CHORUS
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Sam Gleason Albany, New York
Involvements:
¡HA¡
The Weird Apples
DeadLight Poets
Olsen Court
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