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Gerbil
03:48
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Choking on the bones of a silhouette.
Drown your fear and follow.
Shift, twist in a fit you’re on a roll.
Incomplete and I ain’t coming on.
We keep getting older,
Our days are numbered.
Got no place to hang a heavy head.
Give me all that you got when you’re around.
Spit on my food when you’re alone.
I’ll eat it up and then I’m gone.
Well alright.
Will you let me in?
Will you set me free?
Or will you keep me down again?
I refuse to be a half-fed house pet.
In a cage suffocating on my own shit.
I refuse to be a half-fed house pet.
I’m not a mouse and I’m not your fucking pet.
Yet.
Well alright.
Will you let me in?
Will you set me free?
Or will you keep me down again?
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Annabel
03:25
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Annabel, you’re so swell.
I can’t believe we’re falling out.
I never dreamed it could be the way it is today.
The second I heard the news I came running back to you.
When I arrived you resisted every last attempt.
And when Fall fell,
This is what I had to do,
Annabel.
Annabel, if we were doing well then why’d you have to leave?
I don’t understand how we could be better off this way.
Told you I would never stand,
For love that wasn’t pure and yours.
You let me down, Annabel.
This is turning for the worst.
If this was love,
You wouldn’t watch me bleed,
Annabel.
It was so hard to understand.
I couldn’t let you be my friend,
Annabel.
Annabel, I mean so well but you’re so cruel to me.
It’s quite a shame that we both have to leave this world.
A gun to my head,
After your last breath,
Annabel.
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This Apparatus
06:46
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My girl still grows fingernails.
So calm, staring at the wall.
Polaroid flash in her eye, she don’t blink.
I put on her dress to see how it feels.
Fits great, won’t zip.
Looks good, kissy lips.
Small town, about a hundred and five.
With a gem like this one.
It ain’t over yet.
Diamonds on the dead.
So, so long.
Fare this out well.
Savor the smell.
So, so long.
Time to reach my dying dream, rolling out the red.
Killing off the sleepless fiends who constantly tear me out of bed.
I told you all nothing was in the way.
Call after call, she screams.
I tried to reach out, she didn’t accept.
Drown her in the lake.
Fires of hell appear through the leaves,
Too cool to burn in his name.
The ghost on the hill,
Sweet reverie
She stole my heart.
Entrancing knolls
In memory.
I heard your soul.
Awake, undead, awake.
Thousands were lost inside the mine,
Body and soul will break.
Wives and mothers have their revenge,
Ashes on the stake.
Cold breath on the back of her hand,
Killed in the fall behind the tracks.
The cold wind blows,
Sweet destiny.
Touched by death.
Empty chair.
You decimate.
Time stands still.
Touch my core, awake.
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Witch It
02:57
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Fast track California square.
We’re wide awake,
Erase the present tense.
Same, same old.
Blame it on the school.
I soak it in like a sponge,
And push out wake.
Yeah.
Never fight prescription drug wars.
Our middle class was so bored.
Poke a hole for me to fill the sky.
Guess again, fill me in to fill your place.
Crawl away, boy.
Too cold for green to grow.
I fall beneath the hell,
Hell you’ve risen.
Yeah.
Never fight prescription drug wars.
Our middle class was so bored.
Poke a hole for me to fill the sky.
Guess again, fill me in to fill your place.
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Sinbox
03:47
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Mounds of plastic in the ocean.
Loaded guns and holy minds.
I don’t care, I don’t think.
You exhale,
Out comes a sigh or,
A cry for a sign of intelligence.
It’s irrelevant.
I said I wouldn’t drink the water.
Mary said, “Don’t even bother.”
She’s got a secret in her sinbox.
I’ve got the key but I could never tell.
I’m passed out drunk again.
Sleep to collect myself.
They said it was twice the size of Texas.
I said I wouldn’t drink the water.
Mary said, “Don’t even bother.”
And Mary said, but she’s dead.
Like we could ever come out ahead.
I said I wouldn’t drink the water.
Mary likes it when I crawl into her heart.
She said it would be best for both of us if I just went there.
Mounds of plastic in the ocean.
Loaded guns and holy minds.
I said I wouldn’t drink the water.
Mary said, “Don’t even bother.”
And Mary said, but she’s dead.
Like we could ever come out ahead.
I said I wouldn’t drink the water.
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Moar
03:37
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Lost my soul, left it underneath a table leg.
Said she’d budge an inch, I can’t wait.
We made up last summer,
But you still feel like shit.
I’ve been drowning in my own dead airwaves.
It doesn’t help that I’m pulling all your weight.
Yeah, I’ve been down that way.
I bit more than I could chew, choose me.
Found her lying underground but it was too late.
You never came under me.
Yeah, I’ve been down that way.
I bit more than I could chew, choose me.
Yeah, I’ve been down that way.
I bit more than I could chew, choose me.
Yeah, I’ve been down that way.
I bit more than just a kiss again, hey!
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
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Canary
03:56
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Feed me a lie and damn all your convictions.
Filter out the exponent.
Shed your skin and show me who you really are.
Crushed beneath the exoskeleton.
All the empty lies you spin,
Sift through my ears and fall away.
Hey, I know it’s all you can manage.
Death to all the insubordinate.
Lie to me, you’d better listen closely.
Canary ate the cat last time I checked.
All the signals pointed to the hole inside your head.
I could never tell you and I wanted to, wanted to.
Kill me with your kindness and you bury me inside.
Forever waiting, waiting for a sign.
Blind to see emotional damage increase.
Sanctioned with a mental holiday.
Speak not a sound and don’t cover your ears in anguish.
Feel the sky turn black before I walk away.
All the signals pointed to the hole inside your head.
I could never tell you and I wanted to, wanted to.
Kill me with your kindness and you bury me inside.
Forever waiting, waiting for a sign.
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Pessimist
02:45
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There’s no progress.
Now I’m living alone again.
You’re so problematic.
I’ll never pick up the phone again.
I’m such a pain,
Born into a world I hate living in.
I’m always to blame.
There’s no point in trying,
When you’re always on the losing end.
I’m shit out of luck, shit out of believing in luck.
I don’t give a fuck, give a fuck.
‘Cause nobody loves me anyway.
Who would care if I died?
I’ll always be alone in live ‘cause I’m a pessimist.
I’ll put on a smile to make you believe that I give a shit,
But after a while I’m back to the same old frown again, yeah.
I’ll put on a happy face because I know you enjoy it,
But after a while I’m back to the same old frown again.
There’s no progress.
Now I’m living alone again.
I’ll never pick up the phone again.
I’ll never pick up the phone, never pick up the phone again.
‘Cause nobody loves me anyway.
Who would care if I died?
I’ll always be alone in live ‘cause I’m a pessimist.
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Shame Glaze
02:54
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10. |
Judge Judy
04:32
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Packed to the gills with the mainstream.
Stuff your rotten mouth full of sweet cream.
Choke it down with a grin that numbs your face like an injection.
Just like our youth you’re told to swallow and never question.
Care will take you there.
Inhale all life around you.
Hail to the newborn king of calm.
Summer skin.
Leukemia tan.
Heroin facelift.
An honest man.
Leave your shit behind when you die in a burning car wreck
Can’t take it with you, so burn it all and live in excess.
Care will take you there.
Synthetic words to please you.
Hail to the newborn king of calm.
So many fools are waiting for the right time to have what they really want.
Stuck in past, in future.
Now and now and now and now and when?
White noise between my ears.
All of the good stars are dead.
You think I would just leave you hanging, man?
Yeah right.
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THE SOUNDWALLS Chicago, Illinois
The Soundwalls are an aggressive pop/rock band from the suburbs of Chicago, Illinois. All three members met in high
school/grade school, playing in various bands with different members until the trio formed in January 2010.
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