1. |
Swarm
02:42
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Swarm Swatter
My path worn out and dusted
My lungs torn down and rusted
They swarm at you
They swarm at me
They swarm at you
They swarm at me
Crumpled under pressure
Named the world my stressor
They swarm at you
They swarm at me
They swarm at you
They swarm at me
And I'm so thankful
Yet I'm so angry
I just can't face it
Goddammit I've lost my way
Goddammit I've lost my nerve
I've truly lost the plot
Once had ambition in life
All it gave me was heartache and strife
Black heart in a black hole
My body beside the scene
Once had reason to give
All my reasons left me worthless
They swarm at you
They swarm at me
They swarm at you
They swarm at me
Stay out of my lane
Don't mow my lawn
Fuck Off
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2. |
Black Pendant
04:13
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The face of betrayal
Lost soul lost eyes
Mass scale
Confusion
Asleep at the wheel
In love with the rope
Barefoot on fire and coals
Headfirst through endless potholes
Blind hope
Tranquil
Minds eye
Betrayed
Afraid of my shadow
Afraid of the light
I'm growing weak and perspired
Hope's left me so uninspired
But I don't need my teeth to keep me sharp
Or dreams that fill me up, swell my heart
The things I can't let go keep me down
And I'm so full of doubt 'til I'm without
And all my dreams leave me high and dry
And all my plans, they won't stick with me
And all my fears just won't leave me be
So I'm told so
RED WHITE DARK LIGHT I know I know
RED WHITE DARK LIGHT Can't cope Let go
RED WHITE DARK LIGHT There's no way out
Life cracks under light stress
Thin layers of trust
Bad look
Violence
And I don't need my teeth to keep me sharp
Or dreams that swell my heart, I've come apart
Live without
Die in doubt
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3. |
Dutch Queen Fairytale
05:05
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Quiet new light arrives
Glistening upon a wakened life
easy in it’s flow
Infinity
Seems as fact for now
As a slight rain
Begins to extinguish
Silently working
As a slight rain
Intermittently
Begins to blur and drain
Watching the day explode
Dispersing like tiny meteors
Slick spit of rotting fruit
A splattering
A smirk of recklesness
As a slight rain
Begins to extinguish
Silently working
As a slight rain
Intermittently
Begins to blur and drain
So Long Hope Now
Ride
Due North
Go On
This City
Rise
Save Me
Do Ya?
Cause I Still Can
Dry the rain pours
Rise day after day
It’s why we are
So wet and shivering
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4. |
Finger On The Pulse
04:06
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Illuminate the signs
The cameras and the big red lights
That turn all heads to here
Until we disappear
Another victim in the streets
Another blackened night
Another one sided fight
Another ratings spike
Hands in the air
Head on the ground
Don't make a sound
And die face down
Another victim in the streets
Another blackened night
Another lie in blue
Another weak excuse
But in the meantime
I'll keep myself blind
Bleach both of my eyes
Until all I see's white
When they find you
Dead eyes, hold tight
When they find you
Pull that thorn from his side
Show your guts, man
And reach down inside
This is homicide
This is genocide
There's nowhere to hide
Televised
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5. |
Isle Of Palms
03:05
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How’d I find myself here
Behind false doors
I swear there’s no one to talk to
No one is speaking
Keeps me down
Won’t let me be
The pressure keeps
Keeps on pressing
Defeated
Resolving
An isle of palms is my relief
How’d it all come out like this
Walls without windows
Not as though that they know
What’s going on
Or what I’m thinking
Keeps me down
Won’t let me be
The pressure keeps
Keeps on pressing
Defeated
Resolving
An isle of palms is my relief
They, See The Light
No right
No ritual
No resignation
I've found my way out
Exsanguination
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6. |
M7
04:15
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Once there was a man
Carved his flutes and clarinets
Out of human hands
Drugged and sunken in
Bite my lip, hold my lungs
Peel back those fingertips
Blurs the notes
Pure and sweet
Corrupt curator
Of arts and crafts
Hanging wires an
Orchestra of drying bones
Crazed creator
Perfectionist
Hanging wires an
Orchestra of drying bones
Gloomly plays Seress
A lethal sound of fifty cobras
Dancing through my head
Blurs the notes
Pure and sweet
Corrupt curator
Of arts and crafts
Hanging wires an
Orchestra of drying bones
Crazed creator
Perfectionist
Hanging wires an
Orchestra of drying bonesCan’t Hold A ThingDrain The Spit Out
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7. |
Wedge Hammer
07:05
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Up in the clouds where they take a look in you
Down underground where the world is in clear view
(I don't mind, I'll walk in a straight line)
Days turns to weeks, always ends up the same
Stand and wait, follow suit, feel no shame
(I walk in a straight line) Speak in turn
(I walk in a straight line) Stand and wait
(I walk in a straight line) Love your work
(I walk in a straight line) Feel no shame
Forced to sleep in their shit at night
Glass and steel keeps us out of the light
Head held down
Eyes set straight
No ideas (I don't mind)
Feel no pain (I don't mind)
Forced to sleep in their shit at night
Glass and steel keeps us out of the light
Fear of freedom, weighing you down
Follow the hand all the way down to the ground
I'l start a fire on my own, I'll start a fire on my own
Speak in turn
Love your work
Stand and wait
Eyes set straight
Burn it down
No way out
I'll Start A Fire On My Own
Start A Fire On My Own
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8. |
Hypertension
04:50
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Push the max past the red line
Synthetic captured sight
Crush the soul against the light blue sky
Embracing gravity’s weight
Fearlessly into fall
Free from noise that circles around us all
For the love of the journey
The thrill of the ride
Went out on your own terms
Within joy misjudgement lies
The high life hanging low
Crushed on cold and
then withdrawn from flight
Scarred the rail a splotch of red dye
No exit descend death
Sound of sirens in a moment gone wrong
For the love of the journey
The thrill of the ride
Went out on your own terms
We Are The Sun
Drift along and hang
On slow motion tape
Pulsating through space
Of magnetic waves
A shocker of colossal force
A fatal attempt at amazement
We lost a good one that day
There’s no rest for the living
Stay Fire Within
It Begins Within
Where It All Ends
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9. |
Trainwreck
05:15
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I should've seen the signs
The rusted gate, the bleeding lines
Roll right, roll back
Roll right, roll back, right off the tracks
I shudder to think, a grotesque sight
I tremble to speak about that night
Roll right, roll back
Roll right, roll back, right off the tracks
It's gonna lead us off the tracks
It's gonna leave us all in scraps
As the smoke piled high
As the embers rise
A voice shot straight through my soul
"You always reap what you sow"
Lost and bound, dead to rights
Wanderlust, gift of light
Cross of Lorraine
Death knows your name
(Aerials)
Dead to rights
(Burials)
Gift of light
(Virial)
Cross of Lorraine
(Serial)
Death knows your name and has your eyes
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Jonathan Balsamo - Drumkit
Jeremy Weeks - Bass/Vocals
Eric Searle - Guitar/Vocals
Steven McLaughlin - Guitar/Vocals
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