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Two words
03:55
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Two words.
No lies.
She leaves.
I cried.
Strong arms.
Limp wrist.
Longing kiss.
Heat mist.
Two words.
No lies.
I'll live.
I'll die.
I'm as raw as a newborn in the new days light.
Kicking like a mule for what is right.
But there's nobody listening to my cries.
I've no pulse, how the hell my alive?
Two words.
No lies.
I'll live, I'll try.
Two words.
No lies.
I'll live, I'll die.
There are no guarantees in this life.
Except in the end there'll be no place for you to hide.
Pick a partner to walk by your side.
Go out together wearing your pride.
Two words.
No lies.
I'll live, I'll try.
Two words.
No lies.
I'll live, I'll die.
I will live, I will die, in the end there's no place for you to hide.
I will live, I will try, in the end there's no place for you to hide.
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2. |
Never seems to last
05:40
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It's not the burdens that you bear, it's the summoning ease.
It's not the storm all around, but the promise of fairer seas.
It's not the chill of the winter, but sun through the trees.
It's not the wind but what it carries.
It's not the secrets that you keep, it's the truth out on it's knees.
It's not how close you were, but the difference by degrees.
It's not how long you stayed, but that you had to leave.
It's not the wind but what it carries.
I'm all for revelations but they never seem to last.
They gather in the corners with the wreckage of my past.
I'm a product of my times, a survivor of my age.
I've horizons to explore but love the view from this cage.
It's not the magnetic pull, but from all that you flee.
It's not your strength to endure, it's your dependencies.
It's not were you right or you wrong but that you did the deed.
It's not the wind but what it carries.
I am all for revelations.
I am all for revelations.
I am all for revelations.
But they never seem to last.
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3. |
Once is not never
03:10
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They say most murderers don't remember the crimes that they commit.
It's the families with the grief and the loss are the ones who can't forget .
Was I the scene that you fled from? Where's the justice that I'll get?
I'm living to remember and your dying to forget.
You've your head in the clouds again, at least you won't feel the rain.
Down here the weight is gripping us hard and your holding the reigns.
Are we to cut you loose? Let you drift away.
Once is not never as you like to say.
Take on the chin, swallow down again, raise the ante then, fold and fold hard.
Martyr to the sin, another Cheshire grin, where do we begin, where do we start?
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4. |
Thankless & untitled
03:36
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Have you lost something or let it go?
spent you're time trying to find it.
Pillars and angles, a brutal lust.
Reminds me the crime of,
pursuing the hunger of a love,
Though unwilling that binds on.
Looking down is always hard,
when you're trying to hold up...
All of the shit that's in your head,
seduction with the lights on.
The shutter, the lens, the put upon.
Eyes don't meet when they sign on.
Are you the only one in here who is made of china?
Bullish the shattered shards that cut
Are you tired love?
Yeah I'm kind of.
Yeah I'm kind of.
And how you tended to your flock,
the grind of the minding.
The breath gets caught, then the gallows drop
sudden shock of flat lining.
Thankless and untitled you are.
Thankless and untitled you are.
Thankless and untitled you are.
Thankless and untitled.
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The shadows crept up, out into the tide.
We turned the foreground to our disguise.
You always played it off like, it was no surprise.
Always seemed to know the score before the ink had dried.
When I'm with you,
I can no longer hide,
all the devils inside.
If this is the rock we are to wreck upon,
there's no one I'd rather heap the burden on.
To all we're tied, there's no denying,
that someone's going break.
I didn't know your wounds, or how deep they run.
I didn't understand your fascination for the loaded gun.
I wagered fortunes, upon on your lies.
I was there, I was the one who heard your cries.
When I'm with you,
I can no longer hide,
all the devils inside.
If this is the rock we are to wreck upon,
there's no one I'd rather heap the burden on.
To all we're tied, now swept aside,
an altar that we glorified.
Upon which we got so high and we put the world to right.
Now there's wreckage all around and no answers to be found.
Like this grudge we raise the stakes,
one of us is going to ...
Break
Break
Break
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6. |
One by one by one
03:05
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They were made up on the spot and I'm pretty sure some of the ones I sing aren't actually words.
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7. |
Pull up the ladder
04:30
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Pull up the ladder
There wouldn't be a problem if everyone was free.
There wouldn't be a need for this bone spur diplomacy.
But it's too late, is it too late for our humanity?
Still you're saying 'what about me?'.
There wouldn't be a problem if the medicine was free.
But they're talking back, they're talking back at me.
Is it too late? It's too late for this psychology.
Still you're saying 'what about me?'.
Is it too late? It's too late.
The fire's set free.
Is it too late? It's too late.
There's not much left to bleed.
Is it too late? It's too late.
I'm adrift, I'm at sea.
Ashore you're saying 'what about me?'.
There wouldn't be a problem if someone would notice me.
Find me a love that leaves the others in jealousy.
But it's too late, is it too late to set this heart to a harmony?
Still you're saying 'what about me?'.
Is it too late? It's too late.
The fire's set free.
Is it too late? It's too late.
There's not much left to bleed.
Is it too late? It's too late.
I'm adrift, I'm at sea.
Ashore you're saying 'what about me?'.
Pull up the ladder, well I've got mine.
Pull up the ladder, well I've got mine.
Pull up the ladder, well I've got mine.
Pull up the ladder, well I've got mine.
I've got mine.
I've got mine.
I've got mine.
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8. |
Pile the damage on
04:05
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they put me on my back,
i kicked out, they kicked back
there's hands holding me down
no air just the space to drown
breach and surface, just catch your breath
while they circle in seas of debt
they all want their pound of flesh
pick and pick, 'till there's nothing left
take the loss, pile the damage on
take the loss, pile the damage on
they put me on my back,
i kicked out, they kicked back
there's hands holding me down
no air just the space to drown
breach and surface, just catch your breath
while they circle in seas of debt
they all want their pound of flesh
pick and pick, 'till there's fuck all left
take the loss, pile the damage on
take the loss, pile the damage on
take the loss, pile the damage on
take the loss, pile the damage on
how much more can you take
how much more can you take
how much more can you take
how much more can you take
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It's not the wind but what it carries
It's not the burdens that you bear, it's the sudden ease
It's not the storm all around, but the promise of fairer seas
It's not the chill of the winter but sun through the trees
It's not the wind but what it carries
It's not the secrets that you keep, it's the truth out on it's knees
It's not how close you were, but the difference by degrees
It's not how long you stayed but that you had to leave
It's not the wind but what it carries
I'm addicted to my wounds that I won't allow to heal
I'll be loading the deck soon as I have learned to deal
I'm a product of my times, I am a victim of my age
I've horizons to explore but love the view from this cage
It's not the captive mind you keep, it's that you want to be freed
It's not that you are willing to win, it's that you lack the killers greed
It's not were you right or wrong but that you did the deed
It's not the wind but what it carries
I'm all for revelations but they never seem to last
I am bewildered by my present as I was in my past
I'm a product of my times, I am a victim of my age
I've horizons to explore but love the view from this cage
It's not the magnetic pull, but from all that you flee
It's not your strength to endure, it's your dependencies
It's not your voice isn't heard, it's your failing democracies
It's not the wind but what it carries
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10. |
From here
04:10
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From here
This place is like a bomb hit,
as I walked in the room.
You say I'm explosive,
and you'd cauterize the wound.
And I don't know where we go from here.
If there's anything to learn from this, well I don't know.
I'd make the same mistakes again.
Sometimes you know it all burns down
and and your left pissing in the wind.
And I don't know where we go from here.
I took a walk with my demons,
and I reached for their hands.
And we argued semantics,
as we crossed the blackened sands.
And I don't know where we go from here.
And I don't know where we go from here.
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11. |
Piano in C
01:52
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12. |
Fester - 2020 Demo
04:08
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purge, purge, from somewhere i got to find
the nerve, the nerve, some courage, a tempered spine
the words, the words, they tumble and fall, rise and they call,
i butcher them in my way
so purge, purge, until you've nothing more you can give
burn, burn, burn it down so you can begin
learn, learn, what the fuck have a learned, not a whole damn pile in my 37 years
there's still time, if your patient
there's still time
stop wasting time with your damn excuses, excuses
if there's a better line then you let it fester, fester, fester until it's time
so purge, purge, from somewhere i got to find
the nerve, the nerve, some courage, a tempered spine
the words, the words, they tumble and fall, they rise and they call, i butcher them in my way
so purge, purge, until you've nothing more you can give
burn, burn, burn it down so you can begin
learn, learn, what the fuck have a learned, not a whole damn pile in my 37 years
there's still time, if your patient
there's still time
stop wasting time with your damn excuses, excuses
if there's a better line then you let it fester, fester, fester until it's time
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Colour me craven and willing,
you are my kind of lies.
Be the arrow that never misses,
be the truth that I despise.
You said you wanted no part in this,
yet still choose sides.
You said you wanted no part in this,
by your design.
The hungry lungs, the deep expectant breath.
But nothing comforts like the first hit from a cigarette.
Your honesty was brutal,
shot square in the chest.
This feral fascination is now all I've left.
Colour me craven and willing,
you are my kind of lies.
Be the arrow that never misses,
be the truth that I despise.
You said you wanted no part in this,
yet still choose sides.
You said you wanted no part in this,
by your design.
A song of choruses to drown out the dread.
A circus of madness still swimming in my head.
Cries of give me my freedom or give me my death.
Twist the narrative until they choke for their last breath.
Colour me craven and willing,
you are my kind of lies.
Be the arrow that never misses,
be the truth that I despise.
You said you wanted no part in this,
yet still choose sides.
You said you wanted no part in this,
by your design.
You said you wanted no part in this
You said you wanted no part in this
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There goes the bell, who is tolling for now?
There goes the reaper with his scythe and his plough.
There is a hunger in his eyes again since you come back in town,
to a harvest that's been swift and cruel, to a past you disavow.
In the quiet of the night you thought you'd heard from the dead,
they were echoes of something someone said.
Plays back and forth until it's garbled in the confines of your head,
these worried wounds like emptied wombs are tired of being bled.
Oh there's one thing that you never seem to learn.
Oh you only building things so you can watch them burn.
Your manifesto morning, it was clear and it was bright.
Broke out to banish what had plagued you in the night,
but a melody of maladies prescribed but not desired,
you looked into the abyss and found you lacked what you required
Withered your wings, spread under evenings cloak
Gathered to your gallery, all you'd spent and all you'd broke
A menagerie of menace once caged the words you spoke.
Run rampantly through streets now free, impossible to choke.
Oh there's one thing that you never seem to learn.
Oh you only building things so you can watch them burn.
There goes the bell, who is tolling for now?
There goes the reaper with his scythe and his plough.
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16. |
A toast to everything
06:00
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A toast to everything
you want to know the sickness of going without
you want to know the depths of addiction
so you're left in no doubt
for all that matters, the be all the ending
for you, for this, for everything
you found a change that seems to fit
regale us with your exploits, on top since '86
but always a victim, always the plaything
the court clown, in a ragged gowns, the martyrs king
and you wanted someone who would share your skin
someone to applaud while you pull the pin
for you, for this, for everything
and to start again maybe nothing more,
a glimpse of something beautiful through a closing door
raise a glass then, be upstanding
to the good the bad, the cruel and kind, here's a toast to everything
and you wanted someone who would share your skin
someone to applaud while you pull the pin
all you want is someone to wash away your sins
fuck you, fuck this, fuck everything
fuck you, fuck this, fuck everything
fuck everything
fuck everything
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