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Pawn
02:00
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I am truly sorry for me
I am truly sorry for the sacrifice
Sacrifice their lives for lies
Clipping their wings before flight
Sacrifice blood to the knife
I am truly sorry for me
I am truly sorry for the sacrifice
Sacrifice children for lies
Sacrifice morals for might
Sacrifice us for the spite
Sacrifice. Sacrifice cries to the night
Sacrifice pawns to the knight
Sacrifice blood to the knife
We’ve got a long way to go
With nothing to guide us back home
We’ve got a long way to go
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Poison
01:38
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Sick of love but still lovesick
Trapped in the vicious grips
Of an unhappy home where you can’t exist
Without the threat of violent fits
Where the fuck do you go
When words become blows?
Drowning in the
Poison he’d have you believe was in his DNA
Or the type of scourge you could just clasp your hands and pray away
But when this beast is tired of playing with its prey
I just hope that for your sake, it’s not too late
Where the fuck do you go
When the devil is in your home?
Where do you run to now?
Tremble at the
Peace in-between
Biting your tongue
Becoming too routine
And it bares on your soul
Your will disposed
Whom ever could condone
The devil that’s in your home?
And there’s no one to hold
Your hand while you roam
Where the fuck do you go?
When Hell has become your abode
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Parasite
02:59
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Perception of me
Unknown to me
We’re each born with a curse
Of parasitic control
that pulls the strings of our mouths
and shifts our shapes in the eyes of one another
Actions shaped by critique
Are these all just pet peeves?
Hide the truth
What does your heart see?
I’ll displease you
How you perceive me
Why can’t we see what’s so obvious?
Shielded by our egos
Why can’t we see what’s so obvious?
Shielded by our egos we remain oblivious
Actions shaped by critique
Are these all just pet peeves?
Hide the truth
What does your heart see?
I’ll displease you; You’ll displease me
If beauty is in the eye of the holder
Then what about everything else?
Perception is our malady
I’ll deceive you; You will deceive me
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Numb
01:02
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Number
01:40
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A number won’t help me
I think about it daily
A number won’t help me
No
How young were you the first time
You thought "Fuck, I want to die"?
Wish to have never been born at all
Intrusive thoughts of jumping off
But my story wasn’t pitiful enough
So I face the days and the weeks
You couldn’t lend an open ear
I can’t blame you either
Because I’m a broken record
Not breaking any records
A number can’t help me
I think about it daily
And it’s less scary to me
Than torment in old age
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Rubberneck
01:48
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I can’t look away
Peeking at the way you decay
For all to see
Displays of your errancy
But I just feel shitty every time I think that you have kids
And you’re raising them to be faithful, hateful, little shits
Stuck; Caught in the throes of your fears
I’m watching you rot, year after year.
Your God is vengeful, but your God’s not here
To punish me, or anyone
My punishment is seeing you and that loaded gun
I can’t look away
Peeking at the way you decay
For you to see
Are displays of my heresy
Your God’s not here
To punish me
Your God’s not here
To punish anyone
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Dreamless
02:24
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I open my eyes and greet the twilight
Stare into night
A dismal salute to the dying moon
I draw the blinds and check the time
It’s almost five
Another day for me to ruin
All is still except for the shadows that roam my street
They see me lay witness to them
Mocking me
Howling in walls, they dance in pairs
Sleepless
Dreamless
Sleepless creep counting sheep
Dreamless
Sleepless creep counting sheep
Dreamless
Dream less; In distress
Face is pocked and wrinkled
By these rituals and superstitions
Money spent on poisons for conditions
For those meant to tend the flames
My eyes are stained by silhouettes
Of the time spent on keeping watch
Nocturnal emissions and addictions
Are the only way I’ll stop
Dreamless; Useless
Dream less; In distress
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Sinking
05:37
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From the 2nd story
My house becomes a galley
Rushing water leaves me stranded
Years of warning; A demise so candid
I do not acquiesce to whatever’s next
Water takes the air around me
I do not acquiesce to whatever’s next
Water takes the air within me
Drowning
March us to our graves; lowered to the sea
Lock us in our coffins; buried with the keys
Brined in a toxic deluge of our own design
Pestilent acid rain downpours from the skies
No. No. No bailing out, we’re going down with the ship
No bailing out, we’re going down with the ship
Like it or not, we’re all in this boat, and if it all goes to shit
We’re going down with the ship
No mutiny; Captain has quit
Try to hold on but we’re ill equipped
We’re going down with the ship
Sinking
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