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The House Of Doubt
01:32
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On the house of doubt burn the enlightened torches.
On the house of doubt feet stay planted on frozen porches.
No hope for the goat, not in the sheep’s mouth.
He lives in your mouth, and the serpent is your tongue.
Bite it off.
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It Looks Like Rain
01:41
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I’ve been plucking out memories and drowning in thoughts.
I’m running down memory lane with no intention to stop.
My heart stopped beating when I chose to curl up and die.
I empty everything out of my lungs when I want to feel alive.
Who knows how long it will be till I get off this train.
The forecast is dark and they’re singing for rain.
Rain
Rain
Rain
I spent so many nights hearing you say nothing was wrong
Now everything is ruined and I can’t stop re-writing this song.
Don’t worry, someday all that pain will go away.
When I’ve got a new shovel for a well deserved grave
And I’ve got no more bones to break.
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Machines
01:14
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Digging for salvation with hell at the edge of my mind
Still searching for the scars of an afterlife
And caught in the created being the creator
My mind is full of certainty, and I can’t hold onto anything
I’m not saying I’m right
I’m not saying I’m wrong.
I’m just another kid on his broken knees still begging for the water this desert denies.
And I feel so alone amongst the Champagne glasses of human gods.
I watch the machine grind up our bones into the dust that’s being snorted up.
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Uniformed Gang Memebers
00:14
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Badges with eyes continue to watch
I’ll disappear
Badges with eyes continue to watch
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I Love You
01:17
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Dust fills my lungs only to escape again.
I’m breaking off pieces of my skin just so I can feel real.
I’m the motiveless cancer, compulsive and damaging.
I’ll take the advantage, wandering in the alleys of my mind.
Indulge in pleasure, collapse conviction
Ruining lives, Dying young, I never cared, For anyone.
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6. |
Oklahoma Summers
02:40
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Hate filled kids with chips on their shoulders.
Living their lives with fake fathers and mothers
Wide eyed with nothing to say anymore
Pound for pound we’ll match you scar for scar.
And the sterile towns open up your chest and find a way to smother
The glow in your eyes comes from the countless times we’ve spilt our guts on these streets
And those customary feelings that keep us gnashing our teeth
Oklahoma summers
With Oklahoma Wings
The crowd just opened up
And swallowed you in.
Another break for the unbroken people, the unhappy man under his drunken steeple
Another break for the unbroken people, the drunken man under his unhappy steeple
That drunken man will never be me.
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Apologies
01:03
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Your mouth
Still making claims backed by bigotry
Open your mouth just to speak
You’re as dead as you’ll ever be
Your stance is ignorant and no one gives a fuck what you think
We’ve seen it a thousand times, pawns in a masters design
You’re still barking about things we can’t see.
Taking more than their rights, you’ve become a thief
They’re still humans, despite what you believe
The world will still keep moving
We’re afraid of things that we refuse to see
Afraid of people who can’t choose to be what we want them to be.
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Mistress
00:59
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Surrounded by loves that mean nothing to you
She’s just another woman for you to abuse and fuck
Desperate for affection, she begs for your attention
Yet your evil fucking ways will never change.
I pray you choke
I will watch you choke
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Bad Cop, Bad Cop
01:40
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Glass ceiling, for the ethnic groups.
You attempt to purify by means of your poverty
Life atop a pyramid, your laws keep innocents off the streets
Shut the casket door, throw away the keys
The human disease is the plague of our time, but you keep saying it will all be fine
All the scary men and women, will be locked up in a three walled prison
For every red and blue light setting fire to the sky
There is an innocent man rotting in prison waiting to die.
Justice is lost
Cleanse yourself
Jump from the ivory tower
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Empty Space
00:38
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The emptiness you wear over your heart on that jacket of content
And those shiny teeth of loneliness and discouragement
We’ve cemented our feet here
Our happiness is as fake as their skin
And the glow from the TV seems to never end
It’s all empty space
And we’re wasting away on these couches in the places we call home.
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Sad Song
03:10
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Pushing me against my demons
Offering me salvation from the warmth and comfort
Illuminating the breath in front of me
Come back for me
“It’s going to be a long one”
I catch my breath just to say “I’ve missed you.”
Those eyes will take the soul right out of my stare.
Come back for me
Can you make a promise you can’t keep, or was it a promise at all?
More lives to ruin, more families to crumble, more humans to watch expire.
Roaches circle my feet and take me to the scum of myself
I’ll live side by side with the person I don’t want to be.
If you believed in anything, you’d see past the only person you see.
Self image keeping you entertained
In a field of structure you watch it burn to the ground that’s no longer beneath your feet.
And you question the sky because the pain is the only thing you believe in.
You watch the depression open its mouth and devour your bones.
You can’t feel a thing when it’s all you feel.
I can feel it breathing on me neck
I’m numb again
I never meant to hurt anyone.
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Dethrone
00:45
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My generation pisses themselves into history books
Vomit desperation, like a swarm of flies.
Grab the king, take him under ground
The royal family will die with the sound
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Parallel Lines
01:17
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The only thing you ever meant, was that you never meant a thing
Your body is another gallon at the bottom of this endless sea
Finding empty solace in a receding sun
Chewed up and spit out by the mouth of depression
Pigs of sorrow, continue to wallow
Digging ditches with obsession
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14. |
Why Should I?
01:21
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Why should I care?
I still tell myself it meant something because I can’t face it
My aspirations for god hood was just the Bible belt around my neck
I’m sleeping alone in this hatred for all of you.
Why should I?
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