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Voyage of the Damned
03:21
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We stumbled out of a bar on the quiet side of town,
relishing one connection that always makes us drown.
It happens annually at best, near trees and silhouettes,
and on the drive every time there’s nothing we address.
So it goes this is what we’ve become, something so expected,
and I’ll have to deal with it.
And I tried, but the sway, conquers all the moves we made,
There’s no point in corrections. There’s no point in corrections.
When I left I knew we’d be on the terms that you wanted,
never speaking, always brooding, times never forgotten.
I did what I thought was right, with your eggshells and thin ice,
and the backhands you used on me worked every single time.
When I was young, I would always blame myself,
for the words you used against everyone else,
and on that drive, all we do is hide, in silence.
You cannot control me anymore.
You will not control me anymore.
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Coroner Bar
04:20
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I guess we’ll run it through the paces, and see how all of this goes,
I’m kind of scared, but it’s nothing you don’t know.
I’ve been getting notions, omens I can’t suppress,
eyes to the sky, drums in my chest.
At night, you know I’ve been, staying behind,
to make do with what I have, in these confines.
This incessant need that feeds me, for pleasure and personal gain,
it’s just as green as it is insane.
And I wish I had a little more strength, with putting it aside,
but sometime that’s what we all want, something that gets us by.
At night, you know I’ve been, staying behind,
to make do with what I have, in these confines.
And the tests came in with the same results,
Call the committee and tell them that we’ve lost.
Red eyes with something to prove, with Something to gain, and nothing to lose.
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Someone to Watch Over Me
06:01
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Jumping off a cliff into instinct, I couldn’t take the reoccurring themes.
I slept at the wheel and I awoke to damages and your note.
“And when the close familiar becomes a distant view, I’ll do everything to help you.”
Caught in the hands of my past,
Telling myself it’s the last time.
Forgone conclusions in full swing,
Just waiting for a second to feel right.
The mile marker lives and I’m past due, how many more of them must I go through?
and how do I define, these clamant signs? Are they Sunday comics, or enemy lines?
When the warning bell rings out again, rest assured I still won’t be ready for it.
I need someone to watch over me.
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RDWRER
03:45
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I found myself in an endless grid with some new perspective,
Still roaming in those fragile pleas, while motioning endlessly.
I think too much, and I speak too often.
There’s something about possibilities, in waiting for something to happen.
So, if you need me I’ll be by the lake, inside my thoughts and mistakes,
Among the places we go when we don’t know, and the faces we don’t show.
I spent New Year’s Day at Huddle House, the heavy clouds were blending out, and the only thing that remains the same,
is that I’m always searching, searching for that feeling I can’t describe.
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Rapids Chicago, Illinois
We're a 4 piece Punk/Alternative band that resides in Chicago and Elgin, IL. Three of us have beards, one of us wears glasses.
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