1. |
Empty Fists
04:21
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All these strangers came
All in the mirror today
They said I was late
Too late to stay
Heavy, I'm breathing, a pulse becomes meaning
How did I end up in a room like this
Leave by my bedside, wanting a feeling
Face to face with a tight and empty fist
General swallowing
Maybe a breath today
Make my feathered bed
With tar sheets and lay
Heavy, I'm breathing, a pulse becomes meaning
How did I end up in shapes like this
I don't want pills to sleep, wanting a feeling
Molded to hold, but who'd pay for a mess like this
Heavy, I'm breathing, a pulse becomes meaning
How did I end up in a room like this
Leave by my bedside, wanting a feeling
Fake to fake, feeling tight and empty
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2. |
Dose Makes The Poison
02:54
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Truth
Has never been the truth
Always have been waiting on
You
Swallowing the fruit
Always leave me waiting on
Leave it alone I can taste your poison
Leave me alone to die
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3. |
Yoshi
04:56
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You want it
You got it
You want it
Living life with a gun to my head
Tomorrow won't come
You want it
You got it
You want it
Pulling out start it over again
Tomorrow won't come
Like you said
Whatever you did
Like you said
Deny your lines
Deny
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4. |
Transmission I
01:11
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(Instrumental)
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5. |
Undo
05:42
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Bodies of glue
At the edge of nowhere
I'm stuck like you
Hung like the moon
Living the life of a match
These wounds are healing slower than I'm used to
Put my best foot right through the floor
Traded empty words
And you don't need to (and I meant to)
Dip the armor in sugar
Before you head into into that wall
Eat the rotting fruit in summer
Chomp at the bit. chomp at the bit
Bodies of glue
Now that nowhere is over
I'm stuck like you
Hung like the moon
There's time all over my body
Wearing thin just like the sinew
You laugh and say, "see you tomorrow"
You're always funnier than me
Just hold onto nothing
With songs of no meaning
Summers ending on nothing
And we're all waiting for anything
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6. |
Transmission II
00:59
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(Instrumental)
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7. |
Waiting Room
04:19
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Loosening the chemical
Carve a name in the radio
Shimmering in the afterglow
Shaped like a cannonball
In the waiting room
Lay down and lean into the machine
Cause I've seen the bullet shell debris
Carry on, the time is wrong
Always drunk when you were gone
In the waiting room
Looking for your forward
Always almost about to call
In the hollow
Looking for your forward
Always almost about to fall
In the hallow
Wasted luck in the waiting room
Wasted luck in the waiting room
Lucid thoughts about losing you
Lost in the city on a summer tour
Said you would wait for me by that door
Nodding off again on the phone
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8. |
EHS
04:05
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I've been slipping through the cracks in the bathroom door
Tracing their outlines with chalk
I came from the kitchen now I'm out of breath
Choking it down just to throw it back up
I'll just put it on my card
Living easy is getting hard
Throat is on fire, make it harder to breath
Grim reaper with extra cheese
Feeling saintly but faintly displeased
With all of the roaches coming out of my sleeves
I'll just throw it all away
On vacation for one more day
You get nothing
You lose
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9. |
Fast Crunch
03:32
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Define all the ways to die today
Combine all the weight to find a way
Defy all the ways to die today
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10. |
Transmission III
01:52
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(Instrumental)
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11. |
Drugs Of The Sun
06:22
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I've been underground
Eyes bent back on a fever mind
I can see a town
Distantly, orange and green
We can mess around
Memories of how it can be
Focus on the sound
Muffled laughing, thoughts of you
Watch from the wayside
Visions of street signs
Pulling from both sides
Living in nevermind
Untold truths of hysteria
Horns of the devil
Delusions, delirium
Hysteria hysteria
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