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You're Better Heard
04:14
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Turn on this radio
And you’ll find all the stylings of
All The demons that I’ve trapped inside.
They’re cursed to sing my verse
as long as this whole universe
Keeps flinging its debris right at me.
But heed this warning,
That you’ll will be supporting a
Rusted pipe dream polished to shine bright.
For lack of better words:
Another Swan song for the birds
To pick apart if it even makes the charts.
Im a slave static waves.
Picking strings and digging my own grave.
Hear the hymns of my demise.
Dance and sing until the sunrise.
This hearts a metronome.
I got One finger on the pulse
And a trigger happy one upon this gun.
Can’t afford to miss a note
Or Else I’ll have to write my own
And bid farewell to everything I dwell upon
This skeleton is held in tact but so abstract
From how I used to be but nobody can see
The cracks upon my mask.
The wear and tear with no repair.
So here I go; singing what I sow.
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2. |
We're All White Rabbits
03:24
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I got Bill Withers in my head
And he’s right.
It’s such a lovely day but
All I see is pouring rain.
I slept through my alarm clock.
But I’m still On time
for mistakes that I will make
At some point or another today.
God gave me self doubt,
Can he give me just one break?
I’m the whitest of rabbits
Who’s late for a brand new day.
Woke up from another bender.
Drank almost all my weight
In serotonin thinner.
Had dreams of falling at the seams.
I flew so high the
Sunshine shot me right down with its beams.
I love the taste, of egg on my face.
At least I have a king sized bed
All to myself.
But it’s built for two
and I’m still Missing you.
Oh well. Oh well.
I’ll learn to love myself.
Is this bathroom mirror broken
Or is this truly me?
I don’t ask for much.
But I’ve had enough.
I’ve looked for closure
Inside an open ended book.
With this 20/20 vision
I can’t help but to
Overlook the fact that.
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I hope that When you grow up,
You know we did our best
So you won’t end up like the rest
Of this world when we were young.
When this doomsday clock gets closer
And we wake from this hangover
We’ll stand and rebuild a brand new day.
I’m twice your age you are right now
but you have Twice my heart.
The revolution knows no difference
You’re with us from the start.
In this post apocalyptic world
With villains and their schemes.
You’ll be the silver linings
We see on silver screens
Protest boys: Make some noise until the static converts.
Riot Girls: Raise some hell like it’s your last night on earth.
Don’t bite your tongue when yelled at.
Just bite the hand that feeds.
Show your sweat and tears
But don’t you let them see you bleed.
A person is a person, no matter what’s said
Or written on their tombstone
when they’re dead.
So Fight your laws and know your rights
To sleeping well and say good night
To anyone you good and damn well please.
There’s no easy way to say
That Things are hard now.
There’s no easy way
To fix all of our faults
The monsters you’re afraid of
that lie underneath your bed
Are least of what you’ll face
That lies ahead.
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This is What Fear Feels Like
Maybe one day I will be
A martyr for a bigger cause
No one knows about
Or I’ll be another casualty
With a self inflicted cross
on my forehead.
who fucking knows?
I won’t make it out alive.
Somethings gotta give
Cause don’t know If
I can take much more.
So many faces left to see
And so many promises
That I could never keep
And wishes failed.
So I’ll take on more leap
Of faith or cowardice.
Savage River,
tell me which is worse?
Every Day Every Day
Every day I’m not okay
Not okay not okay
No matter what you say
I’ve given up on myself
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5. |
Velvet Jesus
03:25
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Empty bottles on my nightstand
Make new friends day by day.
Collecting dust and fingerprints.
It’s communion in my own way.
I pray to whoever’s listening.
They probably couldn’t give a damn.
At least they listen to the cries of
A sacrificial lamb.
This velvet Jesus hangs there
Judging the moves I make.
Says I can walk on water
But I’m drowning in mistakes.
I know the psalms like my own palm.
Sing it loud and make them proud.
The saints of sins and vinyl record spins
Keep me safe in my own shroud.
Still I live in fear of falling
Out of grace just to find
That the only revelation
Is not what we’ve redefined
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6. |
Sailors Lament
05:01
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You got a lot in common
With bottles of rum.
You linger on my tongue
And always end up gone.
So if I’m cursed with this old
Worn out sailors mouth
Then let me play this part my dear.
Over and out.
I won’t lie,
I’m not coming home tonight
So don’t you bother
waiting for the flood lights.
There’s nowhere else for me to be
But out here lost at sea.
I’ll Drift away
And let the waves rock me to sleep
As I count the hearts,
I wore upon my wrists, like sheep.
And when I wake
I hope the current washed away
Any thought I had that
you’d Possibly stay
I won’t lie,
I’m not coming home tonight
So don’t you bother
waiting for the flood lights.
There’s nowhere else for me to be
But out here lost at sea.
It’s high tide But I’m doing just fine
Singing shanty’s
not waiting for the landline
To pick up so That I hear your voice.
No more sirens. No Sailor’s Choice.
If this ship goes down
I won’t abandon hope
That I’ll end up at shore
Somewhere across the coast
But if I lose my sea legs
Don't you be my dockhand.
May Davey Jones take me in.
I’ll llive my life with the damned.
I won’t lie,
I’m not coming home tonight
So don’t you bother
waiting for the flood lights.
There’s nowhere else for me to be
But out here lost at sea.
It’s high tide But I’m doing just fine
Singing shanty’s
not waiting for the landline
To pick up so That I hear your voice.
No more sirens. No Sailor’s Choice.
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7. |
New American Meltdown
03:30
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From coast to coast
From sea to shining sea
Woody Guthrie’s fucking wrong
This land’s not made for you and me
We’re chanting build that wall
As we tear down bathroom stalls
And watch our kids get slaughtered
As they run straight through the halls
We’re a manic bunch. We’re overjoyed
And overwhelmed at best
We’re overstimulated with zero time to rest
We’re high strung heartfelt vagabonds
that want the world to change
But cannot pay if forward
while we’re paid fucking minimum wage
And The Boomers Think They’re The Greatest
But little do they know
That when this clock strikes midnight
We’re the one ones who run the show
And Meanwhile all of Generation X will remained stoned
While everything they love becomes everything we loathe
From coast to coast
From sea to shining sea
Woody Guthrie’s fucking wrong
This land’s not made for you and me
We’re chanting build that wall
As we tear down bathroom stalls
And watch our kids get slaughtered
As they run straight through the halls
There’s a fine line that we walk across
for chaos and control
No matter which way we lean
There’s one defined end goal
To launch us into unrequited
trust in government
Or they’ll throw us into black bags
As we’re Armageddon sent
From coast to coast
From sea to shining sea
Woody Guthrie’s fucking wrong
This land’s not made for you and me
We’re chanting build that wall
As we tear down bathroom stalls
And watch our kids get slaughtered
As they run straight through the halls
These days we spend wasted,
They won’t be better off.
We can’t apologize for these lies.
How can you not be triggered
When you have this gun
Point black between porcelain eyes
From coast to coast
From sea to shining sea
Woody Guthrie’s fucking wrong
This land’s not made for you and me
We’re chanting build that wall
As we tear down bathroom stalls
And watch our kids get slaughtered
As they run straight through the halls
And watch our kids get slaughtered
As they run straight through the halls
So Tell your local Nazis and
Your Fascists to Fuck Off
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8. |
23%
05:04
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Half of this decade I spent inside my head
Just Waging wars
upon All these paragraphs on
Parchment paper that I tore.
But I’ve finally found the words I
I need the both of us to hear:
There's so much of you I love
And so much of me I fear.
I threw rocks outside your window
Hoping you could guide me home.
I thought it was my casket
But it’s only when I’m not alone.
I spilled out these dilapidated guts
inside a parking lot and the trail
led me straight to you.
When I searched and I searched for
What’s a boy to do?
We sold souls for second chances.
We stole kisses like a crime.
We took risks on broken hearts but
We have reason to this rhyme.
Now the weight of this whole world
I could carry with ease
Even with these heavy arms
And even with these weakened knees.
Lost inside of coffee talks
And drunk of smiles and laughter
Only made one thing sure:
For once in my life, I was pure.
Life went on.
We drove all night until the dawn.
But the sunrise
showed off all the tears in your eyes.
And I said “I’ll be
whatever you want me to be
Even if you don’t need me.”
Now this evening is slowly dying
Alongside my broken phone.
I hope one day you will answer
And I’m more than just a ringtone.
I am sorry for my actions.
But I’m grateful for our days.
I just want our final chapter
To not be a bad cliché.
I had to learn the hard way
There’s no happily ever after
But stories still end for the best.
So I hope you know
Even with these broken bones,
That I still hold you close to my chest.
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9. |
The Maafa
07:10
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The Maafa
Verse 1
When I was younger, the world,
shined ever so bright
Little did I know that’d change
One faithless night.
Every news station showed
Faces of those who were slain
And I was scared shitless
For I saw, we all looked the same.
My mother sat me down
She told me,, with tears in her eyes,
That there is no grey
in a world that’s all black and white.
You’ll make people laugh
And sometimes you’ll make them cry.
But they won’t be happy until
The day that you die.
Chorus
O say I can’t breathe
By the red and blue lights
So proudly we hail
At the ones that we smite
O’er the land of the free
And the home of depraved
With a rope on my neck
And a boot on my grave.
Verse 2
These days I am melanin rich
but mentally poor.
Cause i'm too scared to even sttep foot
outside of my door.
I could paint this whole town inside out
With a smile on my face.
But this drink in my hand
Might just be the last thing I embrace.
I was told I’d look better in red
By the boys in blue.
And these friends that I keep
Well you see, They don’t have a clue
That this system is embedded
With sin and they’re woven in
And I’m the one spinning this
Broke down cotton gin.
Chorus
Bridge
Lady Liberty,
I come to you, on bended knee
These Stars and Stripes aren’t fitting
As they seem
Our stars are shot right down
And we wear these stripes
like a throned Crown
And you cut our tongues
Right out so you
Can try to sleep so sound.
Verse 3
Well, I’m 400 years of straight
living In crippling fear
But listen up closely as I say
what you need to hear.
I won’t ask for forgiveness from God,
for I know that he’ll frown.
As I light this match and I’ll burn
All this shit to the ground
Cause this war paint and blood
It comes, oh, it comes all in one.
And no matter the cost,
I’ll still fight for what needs to be done.
So then one day, the caged bird is freed
to spread out its wings.
And fly so damn far away,
it won’t have to sing.
Chorus
Outro
So comrades and charlatans
Hidden in right plain sight
Let’s reclaim what’s ours
Just for once and take back the night.
We’re thieves and we’re looters
And sin, or so that we’re called.
But we are the future
And this world is for us all.
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Verse 1:
How is it possible for a
savior to be damned
These fractures on my halo can't make
me less of a man.
Darling these broken wings have
given all they can.
Just give me one more chance to try to
find a leg to stand upon.
You got me tripping over my words
And I’ve never fallen that hard into love.
Promise to call me out that I’m not okay
And I’ll still be the monster that you’ll
still be dreaming of
Chorus:
Oh tell me are you the one that got away
Or do we still remain the king and
queen of bad mistakes?
Oh tell me that if this tension starts to swell.
We’ll find a piece of heaven while we’re
living in this hell.
Verse 2:
How is it possible that we do this song and dance
A thousand times and wonder why we always seem to prance
Around the issue that you got me in a trance?
Regardless how much you digress I’ll still give you a chance at love.
I know your hearts in the right place,
But don’t you mistake me for being a fool
I’ll always long for the night when we were okay.
The passion’s hot but now I’m starting to lose all my cool
Chorus:
Oh tell me, am I the one that got away
Or do we still remain the king and queen of bad mistakes
Oh tell me that if this tension starts to swell
We’ll find a piece of heaven while we’re living in this hell.
Bridge:
And if you go
I want you to know that
these means justified our end.
But if I stay
Then come what may
Both: We’ll never be perfect but to
me you’re heaven sent
3rd Chorus:
Oh tell me are we the ones that got away
Or do we still remain the king and queen of bad mistakes?
Oh tell me that if this tension starts to swell.
We’ll find a piece of heaven while we’re living in this hell.
We found our piece of heaven
while we’re living in this hell
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11. |
Life, Love & The Bomb
12:03
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I’ve waited too long for all this grass
To turn a new shade of envy's green.
Now I’m staring at half dead daffodils
Daydreaming about my same routine.
So I'm cashing in every check I have
And bouncing to wherever I deem fit.
I’ll figure it out, someway or somehow.
I’m 26 and oh so full of shit.
Love is just another word You say
when you’re afraid Of letting someone go.
Fooled again by letting your guard down
Brick by brick your heart was overthrown.
The only ring I want is in my ears
To frighten these old ghosts and skeletons.
Walls will break and butterflies will die
But empires will one day rise again.
Life, love and the bombs are gonna drop.
Which do you fear most?
Locked and Loaded, Ready to ignite,
This powder keg will send us on our way
To whatever is our kingdom come.
May your red Dawn not turn out so Grey.
This is just my final PSA,
Tomorrow could be fucked for all we know.
So, make the best out of your homegrown mess
And be the seeds of change you want to grow
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