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A gift of the past
Regret compassion
Reject decision
There is nothing
Farce of consciousness
Create
Create
Fight the failure
Freeze frame
On the death scene
Feed your hate
Pointless ambition
Like an inside joke
Pointless ambition
Pre-set longevity
Pointless ambition
Like an inside joke
Pointless ambition
So I’ll bite
And I’ll beg
And I’ll do whatever it takes
Just to show how brightly I shine
Just to show how brightly I shine
All that passion high on a cross
Oh god they got it all wrong
On the death scene
Feed your hate
Pointless ambition
Like an inside joke
On the death scene
Feed your hate
Pointless ambition
Pre-set longevity
So I’ll bite
And I’ll beg
And I’ll do whatever it takes
Just to show how brightly I shine
And you’ll see how brightly I shine
Feed
Feed
Feed
Bite
Beg
Take
Feed
Feed
Feed
Bite
Beg
Take
Where is your god
We killed all our masters
Open your eyes
These hands like daggers
We are the children
The purest human greed
Want for more time
Venereal disease
So I’ll bite
And I’ll beg
And I’ll do whatever it takes
And I’ll show you how brightly I shine
And I'll show you how brightly I shine
And I'll show you how brightly I shine
And I'll show you how brightly I shine
And I'll show you how brightly I shine
And I'll show you how brightly I shine
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Moving Target
03:31
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Turn your back to the burning choir
Raise a glass to our holy ghosts
Take a seat and try to settle down
We walk a line that's never been pretty
Reason hurts but hope will shut you down
You can't stop what you've never known
When the curtain falls
All the lights break
What is left will be disappointment and dismay
These are not sins they are suggestions
Not polite, no, not by a long shot
God come on back now, this is serious
Your best intentions are filled with ignorance
Your best intentions are filled with ignorance
I'll admit oh I'll admit I'll admit that I was wrong
But darlin I ain't got the stones to dance alone
What is left what is lost
Look at all this love here on the walls
I can't believe what we've become
Like a bat out of hell
Clipped my wings and I’m gone
Hang me upside down
Bleed me dry as a stone
You know that I will always let you down
There was spite in your eyes
Who knew I could boil blood
I'll admit I'll admit I'll admit that I was wrong
But darlin I ain't got the stones to dance alone
What is left what is lost
Look at all this love here on the walls
I can't believe what we've become
I'll admit oh I'll admit I'll admit that I was wrong
But darlin I ain't got the stones to dance alone
What is left what is left
Look at all this love here on the walls
I can't believe what we've become
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Panama Jackoff
03:24
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I can't be expected to represent this failure
Learning from mistakes only gets you so far
How about we come to a consensus
In regards to how we should proceed
This is not an admission of guilt but simply me begging
For mercy
For mercy in the name of progress
Being apart from you sounds like heaven to me
Being apart from you sounds like heaven to me
Being apart from you sounds like heaven to me
Being apart from you sounds like heaven to me
I want to bleed liquor
I want to breathe smoke
I can’t, let go, this guilt
It’s like watching you choke
It’s like watching you choke
I am not a lamb for you slaughtered
I am just your captain and I am speaking up
I’m not the prodigal son
The death rattle of love
I'm not the prodigal son
The death rattle of love
I never said, this ship wasn’t sinking
I just said I never lost control
I never said, this ship wasn't sinking
I just said I never lost control
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It felt like a dream
At least a hundred lifetimes ago
When I was young and I was full of hope
I could hold my head up and
I could greet the day
And I could hold on to greatness
Impulses die
They fade away
Architecture on fault lines
And beds made in graves
Worship ourselves
Our own improvements
Dead end delights
Dead institutions
Of greed
Of greed
I know it's inside of me
I know it's inside of me
Bury my head
Bury my head in my hands
Bury my head
Bury my head in my hands
Bury my head
Bury my head in my hands
Bury my head
Bury my head in my hands
Impulses die
They fade away
Architecture on fault lines
And beds made in graves
Worship ourselves
Our own improvements
Dead end delights
Dead institutions
Bury my head
Bury my head in my hands
Bury my head
Bury my head in my hands
Bury my head
Bury my head in my hands
Bury my head
Bury my head in my hands
When you’re forced down the wrong path
You can see the blood in the soil
It’s death consumes your heart
Your life has found its toil
I wouldn’t be who I am now
Without your deceit, your clouded truth
Thanks for giving me this fresh hell
Thanks for killing the last of my youth
This is not an admission of guilt
It’s accepting what you’ve done
Understanding what you built
Is knowing what you’ve become
I want to believe
I want to believe
I want to believe
I want to be alive
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God knows that I am not a simple man
I have tried to live my life unburdened of purpose
I would give
I would give up a limb just to feel anything at all
Oh what's it mean
Oh what's it mean
To have hope
For this world
And tomorrow
I have tried my best
To feel this world
But I can't get close
I have tried my best
To heal this wound
But it won't close up
Where'd it go
Oh where'd it go
There’s no light
Only greed and constant shame
There is no sorrow
There is no pity
I am everything you wish you were
Take it all back
Take it back
Take it all back
Take it back
Cold to the touch
I am not here
I am not there
Incapable of love
I am not here
I am not here
Cold to the touch
I am not there
I am not there
Incapable of love
I am not here
I told you so
I have tried my best
To feel this world
But I can't get close
I have tried my best
To heal this wound
But it won't close up
I tried
I tried
I tried
But it won't close
I tried
I tried
But it won't close up
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