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Backhanded Interest
03:44
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Your will, once strong/Turned jittered hind-leg/Under mild strain/
Fate took the wheel to dull our young faces down/Into scowling ruffians/All unrecognized/Aligned to conspire so long/Invisible returns on devout investments/
Backhanded interest/Blessing to suffer/Watching without a shot in the world/I am the bloodied soil where our palms plunged deep/The horny stench in the taverns/In the bars/Kept the goodness pacing outside in the snow/You salivate to take his place/The beasts breath at my neck/I refuse to go back/Warmth stares into me but avoids my selfish grasp/My pain/My woes/All delusion waits inside/A drug destined couch/Ascend with contempt for the light while your hands are still tied/Through freshly squeezed veins your sour permission flows.
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The Wreckers
04:01
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These neon wishes have collected dust/Weighed down and coated in the dirt of a thousand fingernails/The lifeless haze pulled hope trench deep and snuffed it out on camera/These glory days are crippled by our filtered hindsight/Just take it all/
Just take it all away/Just take it all away in exchange for one last test/Financial disease bussed around on public transit/The toiling hungry kept hunched over in this twisted age/Siding with the cowards who burn all you love/Sarcasms bastards give flu drenched support/My spiralling aches turn my legs to the floor/I’ll hang around to see you fall/With the rest of sarcasms bastards you'll fall.
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Prophetic
03:03
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Like trying to catch rain in a civ half my life/Spent on attempts to pry laugher
from those I despise but smile towards/Dragging behind my denial with a wasted remorse and a jesters disguise/Disinterest towards those that don't add to my mess of an uphill sprint to attain something magic/Our captors jinxed with keeping us silent/Dividing shudders into conceivable itch/Daily reminders of victory's ills/Knighted by the flicker of a halogen flame/Lining my shrewdness with diamonds/Furnished dullness with colours oh so bright/Comb through the cancer that balloons through your day/Amongst demons you mimic and their delicate methods/Frequency spills out of Goodwill alarms/Your freedoms have ended, return to the mire/With my purest attempt to make love come alive/Failed like the rest of the beauty I've held/On rowed fields of curb I fly, high as I please/Soaring like an insect who longs for the flame.
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By Any Other Name
04:06
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You've witnessed and paved the way to these gates/Unveiled their intentions and got dirtier hands/Who judges you/Who’s staked their claim/With your scars the sky drenched in moonlight housed your final moment/Devoted to a life that would in hopes, someday payoff/You gave no one goosebumps/Created nothing worthwhile/The wall has been struck and been in your sights/Since the dawn of your life/This is your destiny/If you don't believe in destiny/I’m sorry but it's real/With failure comes excuse/Old connections that cut you loose/Severed the hand of the master but you're still a slave/But that's what you chose to be/I’m sorry but it’s real.
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Overdraft
02:38
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Onlookers dazzled by deluded myths/Get out while there's something still left of you/Gaze down from above and take what you can/Just wait out the storm/Remember the ruins/The faded limelight/That busted and bruised the lonely times/The sound dulled your eyes and lured you down/Just wait out the storm/Decadent whispers bout the finer things/Collapsing this widowless village/Patience in an age where your skin feels like fire/Just wait out the storm/Lethargies seduce and turn gold into lead/Alarmist reactions to the vagrants/Borrowed miles add up, all add up in the end/Just wait out the storm.
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Our Burnt Treasures
03:12
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Legless and fallow/The void cherished homes/Wavering discretion that hold/ Under lock/Faced with a smile that could break even the worst/Outlook imaginable/Elevated desire/I need it not for myself but for all of mankind/It takes its toll/Burns the brand/Into the husk/It takes its toll/The spiders inhabit the tunnels under my skin/Clawing at them with hope/Held for ransom and dangled like a siblings toy/Numb to the shadows that resemble the fears/A Godless impression beneath banquet chairs/With wealth flushed clean away/Left clear like the eye of a fire diamond/In time it makes its way/Gaining speed like a fear of disease it takes its toll/Burns the brand into the husk/It takes its toll.
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Grave Plot
03:15
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Moral texture that burns like steel wool/Rubbed over and over again/
To remove stains soaked in/Talk a mean game to my fraudulent innards/
Hypocrisy liberates me/A trick I got from my Dad/Drop down into a place
where the only decor is filth at your feet/The stench that you'll grow into/Beyond where the snow plastered mountains reach as high/As they can is our dying/ambition to soar/Among the clouds/Still life clings to you like a soaking
wet shirt.
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No One But You
03:07
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Stab yourself for a better world/Cut your wrists open for a brighter tomorrow/Wherever you go there'll be no one to step on/No one will suffer but you/Complacent agony/Hang yourself for a nicer home/Jump off a bridge for a delightful afternoon/Wherever you land there'll be nothing but sunshine and no one will notice you/Bitter cold/Lost what remorse they had/Heaven drowned/The truth like an ampersand/Cut your wrist open for a brighter today/No one will suffer but you.
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The Closer We Got
08:16
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You're falling/And you've fell down before/This time replacing a violent reprise/With guts out on a stretcher/Their bones baked into ash/Never knowing a nights rest/Haunted by dimly lit shadows/Ripped over the guardrail/Never knowing tomorrows curse/The silence made the voices worse/Until it came crashing again/No way but under/You'd feast on your brothers flesh/Nothing's sacred but still we're here/So far down from where we fell/So long gone are the good ol' days/Still we yearn/Try hard to bear/So far down from where we fell/So far down/So long gone/Still we yearn/Try hard to bear/So far down from where we fell/So long gone, are the good ol days.
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Greber Cambridge, Ontario
Kyfe grind/doom.
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