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Cruzr
03:03
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I am redacting a clause
Your obligation is now done
For inhibition to manifest scars
All of the prettiest things in my life are now gone
Acting alarmed as they fall from the palm of self harm
But I'm so predisposed to burn
Eager to blame from who I've learned
But that's not right
There's something to find
It starts with me first
Racking my brain just to jostle the pieces inert
Somewhere deep there is a loose connection
Filling myself with some help to replace the whatever it is I lack
All the while feeling there's something around that can get me back on track
But it's hard to reach out for a hand while still holding myself back
There's one last call
No need to indulge
You can still get home
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2. |
Big Bro
04:24
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Four days gone
You swept her off her feet now she is only swept along
And you meant no harm
She talks, the circle speaks and sees you differently, but you don’t
Something’s wrong
“Hey, did you hear that she would like to be spent?”
“No, I heard she’s spending this year celibate.”
and “Did you hear that she would wish him dead?”
“No. Stop pretending through social network disinfectants.”
What do say? When you wash yourself do you feel clean?
I fear a message has appeared straight from the source
Somewhere between what’s lost and what’s submerged
Oh God, If I could find the strength to leave this shore
Could I admit without pretending—
Morning tried to bring a selfish tide, but shaking hands preferred a sunrise
I thirsted once, but never again.
What did you say? When you wash yourself do you feel clean?
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3. |
Lil Bro
04:23
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You’re caught, but you can’t speak
Or quell your shaking knees
Now let your tongue dance to describe
And find an answer why
That I tolerate this cancer in my life
Honestly, hope that soon you’ll find you’ll live with tainted hands and never know the difference
And I wish that you could feel my insides
Mangled and contorted from what you’ve contrived
So, answer why that I’m haunted by the image of that night
Trespassing every single time, you’ll live with tainted hands and never know the difference
So, please, if you fall asleep
And see me smile it’s just a pleasant dream
Because you left me down and out without a way around the bullshit at my feet
So, if you fall asleep remind me you’ll try to set things right
So, if you find an answer why and it compares to the things I’ve lived in life
And if you find you sleep at night, try to picture the grass less green on my side
So if you fall asleep remind me that you took only what you needed
And if you fall asleep remind me our trust is dead
It’s time to lay your head down
Until we meet on the other side
Because I’ll make you a ghost
It’s what I need the most
I’ll send you off tonight
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4. |
Rorschach
05:38
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Is there a need to go be charming?
These days no hearts are pure
And even I myself am damned
For thinking that I could be anything less than selfish
And we all make mistakes
Based on uncertain tastes
Regretting our defining traits
And so I have laid this bed to lie
The once clean sheets no longer clean nor dry
But some things aren’t meant for washing
We scrub until it’s clean, but it’s not
And if we accept that
There might be a chance for us
We once were believers
If we could find the need to believe that we should be partners
Well, then maybe we could succeed at living well
For once admitting the bleed of our mixed colors
Left alone to mourn our loss
Reminiscing our cause
Cause we betrayed us
Seeking more than our trust
Am I the one to lead?
I’m forever driving
Wearily craving your seats
But not fully willing to be
The one who relents
While not looking back at events
Admitting that I am the one who would like my years back
Have we betrayed us?
Are we to blame?
Left alone to mourn our loss
Reminiscing our cause
Cause we betrayed us
Seeking more
More than our trust would let us begrudge what we had lost
More than our trust would let us be lost
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5. |
Lobo Del Mar
06:11
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You're feeling pain and I relate
I apologize for saving face
But, you can blame me for all that is slow
Because I've been sinking and been drinking through the vast fermenting tides
I never stay dry
I hate that I retaliate by getting in my own way
With artificial hope supply
Still I sedate so I can face the facts and still deny
That I am equally to blame
I hate that I retaliate by getting in my own way with medicated alibis
(What calls my name?
Fermented love?
what stress am I a product of?
self medication)
How open must I be to admit that I finally like me
Where's this going?
I've been in transit for a while with tickets non-refundable
I need this to be the best dollar spent in an honest attempt to be free
Hope will soon justify wrong, the right, the blame; our vindication
Lay your head down
I'll see you soon
I'll see you when it's time
It feels much better to be someone blissful, stupid, and young
I have found myself unerring peace for a while and I pray that the waves will recede
no path is wrong, but it matters where you stand
when you look back at where you came from
I don't want to wait
I don't want to wake up
laying still in bed with nothing done
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Bryan Escareno - Guitar
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