1. |
Ships of Nothing
01:40
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You had the final word, but not the final say
Don't let the door hit you on the way out
You've taken the bait, now you're treading water
And with no tact
No plan of attack
A freeze across the board
Don't even know what you did
Never
Long winded
Laughing all the way to the bank
You harbor the ships of nothing
You harbor the ships of dead
Need to know all your intentions
Wanna get inside of your head
Want you to admit where it stems from
Want you to admit where it all stems from
I know
I know why
I know why you hand out pain
I know you hand out pain just to dull your own
Just to dull your own
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2. |
Bitter End/doom jam
05:27
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I'm not your lover, I'm not your friend
I wrote your epitaph with an opposite hand
No, not the helping hand you fondly spoke of
But four itchy trigger fingers and a sore thumb
Not quite the scum of the earth
But pretty close though
An open book behind a closed door
Ain't I the bitter end?
I'm not your boss man, I'm not your bread winner
I'm just a hopeless, godless sinner
I'm not a voice from your rock on your island
Only the cold-hearted deafening silence
Not quite the scum of the earth
But pretty close though
An open book behind a closed door
Ain't I the bitter end?
I'm not your lover, I'm not your friend
Ain't I the bitter end?
Ain't I the bitter end?
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3. |
Dead Dead Dead
02:48
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You got one foot in the grave
And another in shit
I've reached my point of contention
Now I have the next to mention
Your whole life's shit
So give up, give up for me
Or keep up, keep up if you can
You got balls, you got a lot of sand
But it just goes on and on for too long
So give up, give up for me
Or keep up, keep up if you can
Dead!
You're dead
You're dead, dead, dead
Have you had enough?
Have you had enough yet?
Have you had enough?
Have you had enough living?
Then give up, give up for me
And give up, give up for us all
You're dead
You're dead, you're dead, you're dead
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4. |
A Song Called Desire
03:04
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Let's scratch an itch most toxic
The one called desire
Not in control
Only in denial
Turn it off
Make it stop
It only gets in my way
Can't fight temptation
It's not my fault
Just wishful thinking
Turn it off
Make it stop (please)
Sick struck sore subject
Light it all on fire
If it had a throat
I'd strangle it
Can't stop desire
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5. |
Fall to Pieces
03:04
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Here's food for thought
It doesn't add up
You want it all
You can't have partial, no
Try this on for size
You could use a good time
To a fault
Forgo it all, if it gets you off
Cracking a lip
It got you a fat lip
Throw them a new bone
Give them something that they can work with
Then it's only crickets from there on out
Only crickets
That's when you fall to pieces
No kidding, no joke
In an armored car
Parked in the dark
Skin like cream, not clay
Big sopping wet brain
Set in your ways
Don't like change
What would you say if no one was there?
What would you say if no one cared?
That's when you'd fall to pieces
No kidding, no joke
(You're not all that you're made out to be, and now we see)
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6. |
Safe House
03:58
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So it begins, almost the way it ends
We move in packs, we live like rats
We'll never make it, there's no turning back
'Cause if we get caught, they'll feed us to their pigs
So leave a candle burning in your window
Then we will know that it's a safe house
Always running, always quiet
We only move at night, we only move at night
We never see the sun, and we may not again
Cover the baby's mouth, cover the baby's face
We can't take you with us, you'll slow us down
You need thick skin, we gotta move on
We gotta, we gotta stay calm
So cross your fingers, and hold your breath
We're not gonna make it, we're not gonna make it, no!
I wanna get caught, I won't have to steal all that I've bought
I wanna get caught, I won't have to fight all that I've fought
I want it to end, exactly the way that it began
I want it to end, the way it began
I want it to end, I want it to end
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7. |
Cold Water
04:14
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It's true, tried, and tested
It's a learning bell curve
Malignant and fast as a bullet train
Took ownership, not sour grapes
A canary in a coal mine
It's not you, it's me
A canary in a coal mine
Cold water on everything
It's not just posturing
It's not that cut and dry
Never seen anything like it in all of my years
Took charge, not a back seat
A canary in a coal mine
It's not you, it's me
A canary in a coal mine
Cold water on everything
Cold water
Cold water
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