1. |
Dates and Numbers
02:16
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2. |
Hyper
01:45
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Spread the cinders
Dump me scattered
Ballast my shoulders
Drown my temper
Take the bleach out, and twist the cap off
jug to your mouth, let's wrap this up
Hyper
shaken and swung
Hyper
gutted and slung
Stuff chalk in my throat (Swallow up)
Ramp up the dose (don’t let if off)
Break me in the middle (swallow up)
Beaten after all (don’t let it off)
Chip a tooth or two
I’ll make it up to you
This ripping feels true
Break your mouth in two
Fill my lungs with glue
Hyper
aim for the sun
Hyper
I chew off my chains and run
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3. |
Sloane (On the Attack)
03:48
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Friends will bend
and time will tell if I won’t
Hold a chance
You hit the brakes when all I said was
Time will get me
not from above but from within
I’m stung
An honest flesh speaks better
than my tongue
I dredge, this cesspool
I made this bed for two
Gatecrash a heartbeat
Club me, on repeat
Guess I’m tired
of the coffee machine’s drone
am I
blindfolded underwater
it’s a
Swarm I’m gulping
Cut my hands and bathe me
sow the seeds
so that, I can come crawling back
to where it starts
I dredge, this cesspool
I made this bed for two
Gatecrash a heartbeat
Club me, on repeat
I guess I’m tired of your answering machine
I guess it’s all for the best if you’re a seer
I used to know all the shortcuts to hell
I guess I’m sick, I guess I’m sick
I guess I care when you’re so nerve wrecking
Unclog the pipe where you pumped out my feelings
I guess you can have your own end of times
I guess I’m tired of thinking to myself that
I guess I’m tired of thinking to myself
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4. |
Hellsender
02:38
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5. |
Eyetooth
03:20
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6. |
Ride
02:09
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7. |
Metal
01:53
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I have been here before
Thinking over and making it
sore, narrowing the bore
Hydrochloric acid to pour
I have dreams of metal
I have dreams of metal
I have dreams of metal
I have dreams of metal
Set your beams on my eyes
you’re in for a headless surprise
inhale and gouge out
find a way out alive
I have dreams of metal
I have dreams of metal
I have dreams of metal
I have dreams of metal
I have dreams of
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8. |
Triton
03:21
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9. |
Heaven in Vain
02:39
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Take all the flesh you can from the dispenser
Make waves, when you all you have left has been dying to swerve
away,
Watch me drown, have all the crackers you want
hold me down, have all your doctors check (me out)
I stand by what I said when you were wrong
all your gates and fangs could not scrub out the drought,
in vain, heaven, in vain
Your word holds no weight for me
you're slashing out my gills
Tune out all your eulogies
put me to bed, put me to bed
I can’t shake off this arachnid feeling
your kid’s wrong, when he says you can numb (the pain)
break a leg from the throne you’ve just sat on
prescriptions and barbed-wire can make you safe
in vain, heaven, in vain
Your word holds no weight for me
you're slashing out my gills
Tune out all your eulogies
send me to bed, send me to bed
(take off your earplugs, find the spoor of vipers
break off my iron lung cast, technically spider)
Your warlords and hirelings
are carving up, my face
no gorge can put me to rest
it’s all you get, it’s all you get
severed limbs and still no profit under the sun ( hold still )
punctured lungs and still no profit under the sun ( anvil will fall )
I give in, sharpen your knives on my brain
face the sun, you make this tar pit sound so sane
I hope you know you always had me impaled
underground, you’ve had your ways to make me pay
in vain, heaven, in vain
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10. |
Murkier
03:25
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Sickened
I can feel the world bend
in, and out of shape
Deceived
blurred out threats are dragging me,
down, hold my head to the
ground
muddled lines
running aground
scratched-off signs
pull my head out
Each layer adds a shade
Each minute obfuscates
You’re so hard to
Decipher, decipher
Blanked out,
I’m trying to get you out of sight
Hell, awaits in all of your breaths
Each day, you give me something to
gag on, crave for a higher
ground
muddled lines
running aground
scratched-off signs
pull my head out
Each layer adds a shade
Each minute obfuscates
You’re so hard to
Decipher, decipher
Each layer adds a shade
Each minute obfuscate
Each face is getting
Murkier
Murkier
Something, something,something, must break
Out of me, out of me, out of me, pull it
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