1. |
Ring
02:32
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Spent all of 23
Bathing in gasoline
Just waiting for a flame
To burn my life away
All my ends are dead again
But fuck my skin is pristine
I’m a ring round your throat, I know
I’m closing in each time you choke
I’m a malignant joke, I know
Just tell me something I don’t know
Spent all of 17
Trying to break a scene
Just when I turn my face
They wanted me to stay
All my ends are dead again
But fuck my skin is pristine
I’m a ring round your throat, I know
I’m closing in each time you choke
I’m a malignant joke, I know
Just tell me something I don’t know
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2. |
Soak
02:41
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Caught down in the undertow
I’ll bleed out but you’ll never ever ever know
Always being haunted by the symptoms I concocted for that
Medicated, numb I’m chasing
And I scream out, yell “I’m filling with dread.”
Took a pill and it drowned that feeling
Soaking in the deep now
Fill my lungs let me drown
Let it be done
(Let it be done)
I won’t take the drugs now
Let it sort itself out
Carry me home
(Carry me)
I don’t think you know how dead I’ve been
Huddled in the dark with that fucked up feeling
Finger on the trigger, noose hangs from the ceiling
Don’t call my bluff let me know that I’m dreaming
I get it, It’ll help me, maybe it will stop this
Just let it
Took a pill and it drowned that feeling
A world away
I want to stay
Everything is something I can’t take
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3. |
The Drama Scene
02:43
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Do you practice what you preach?
Cause' I've been hearing stories the same way that you heard about me
Does she know that you're a cheat?
And does she know that you hated her this time last week?
We're crossing out names on lists
Of late-night trysts
Of everyone we've ever missed
"It's not a story, my friends' good friend she told me that"
It's life in the drama scene that's sucking at
All of my dopamine
But it might bring me down
And I know I'm not one to speak
But we've all been hurt and we will all hurt each other every week
It's high life in the drama scene
It's gonna get bad before it gets better
Crossing out names on lists
Of late-night trysts
Of everyone we've ever missed
"It's not a story, my friends' good friend she told me that"
It's life in the drama scene that's sucking at
All of my dopamine
But it might bring me down
Do you practice what you preach?
Cause' I've been hearing stories the same way that you heard about me
Does she know that you're a cheat?
And does she know that you hated her this time last week?
We're crossing out names on lists
Of late-night trysts
Of everyone we've ever missed
"It's not a story, my friends' good friend she told me that"
It's life in the drama scene that's sucking at
All of my dopamine
But it might bring me down
And I know I'm not one to speak
But we've all been hurt and we will all hurt each other every week
It's high life in the drama scene
It's gonna get bad before it gets better
Crossing out names on lists
Of late-night trysts
Of everyone we've ever missed
"It's not a story, my friends' good friend she told me that"
It's life in the drama scene that's draining me of
All of my dopamine
But it might bring me down
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4. |
Two Thumbs
03:46
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I got a letter from my shrink
She said she thinks that I should drink myself to death
Or at least that's how it read
I put my hand right through the wall
Or maybe broke it from a fall
A fall from grace
May I land straight on my waist
I guess I hate myself today
I think I'll throw my life away
I know its wrong contemplating songs
but at least I've only got myself to blame
I touched the handle, it was hot
I stuck my head right in the pot
To feel the shame
May it course right through my veins
Like all those bands who do it better
They've got better songs and they're so clever
Well guess who's dumb, guess who's got two thumbs
Well I hope I'm wrong like I'm always wrong
I guess I hate myself today
I think I'll throw my life away
I know its wrong contemplating songs
but at least I've only got myself to blame
I left the three j's on
In hopes that they would play my song
I know its wrong contemplating songs
but at least I've only got myself to blame
I know I led you on
I tried so hard to force that bond
I wish that this was meant for one
and I'm so scared
I guess I hate myself today
I think I'll throw my life away
I know its wrong contemplating songs
but at least I've only got myself to blame
I left the three j's on
In hopes that they would play my song
I know its wrong contemplating songs
but at least I've only got myself to blame
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When I left
Did you realise you want it?
Far too late for me to call it
What I want? Let me go
Hey sorry
Sorry that you've now just picked me
Did you realise that you can't have me?
Do you still wanna know?
If I change
Would you sway?
So set your eyes on me I'm falling
Closer to your frame each morning
Put your arms on me and don't let go
Just set your eyes on me and don't let go
A hail mary
To tell me that you'll never love me
Just as long as you don't see me happy
Do you still wanna know?
If I say
that I'll stay
I think I'm mourning the loss of something I never had
But god I wanted it so bad
It's misaligned love
I wanna be strong
I think of us in the kitchen, doorway and on my bed
God I can't do this again
It's misaligned love
I wanna be strong
So sway
And I'll sway
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Rude Records Milan, Italy
Independent Record Label.
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