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Whale Fall
03:13
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i don't have many sins to confess
i wish i did, i'm far too clean
i guess i sometimes can be mean
my greatest fault lies in my ability to pare down sins to seeds
i had a washington apple in a "made in" glass
it ravined through my liver like asphalt mass
but i couldn't believe how empty i felt
while i watched you on the sofa whispering to yourself
singin' "what's the most impressive way to die?
find the right cause for which to be burned alive."
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2. |
Dead Bees
05:42
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dead bees are falling on me
wearing virgin stingers that they've never seen
i feel them in my teeth
black and yellow, buzzing
in my cheek
red roses living on leaves
waiting for their lovers to awake from sleep
their colors faded weak
draining pale and falling well below
their peak
do they know it's gonna be alright?
(i don't know)
when you're done lifting drinks with your mind
why don't you lift my spirit sometime
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3. |
Quisling
03:36
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someone pull this grenade pin in me
i need to feel the pressure skin deep
oh, i shouldn't be
fumbling
with my priorities
usually i'm lazy with my thoughts
but lately i've been underneath the clock
oh, i shouldn't be
struggling
to keep my enemies
how is the only thing i've maintained
death row sympathy?
summer's running high
i'm a lunatic of fear
summer's running high
i'm a maniac sincere
oh, i shouldn't be
struggling
to keep my enemies
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4. |
The Day
06:23
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the darkness came
out of my reach
but you were saved
by the hole in me
and i stood fine
in everything
i left a size
of great relief
oh, when doesn't it break?
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5. |
Gone For
03:24
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i'm turning off my friends
discussing native american
iconography in the shining
don't look now my skin is blinding
i'm further from my goals
living on rinse and repeat weeks
standing on the corner of a routine holiday
hoping not to drop the news at the party
i'm looking on my friends
i'm kinda coming to terms with the fact that
i'm continually revolving the earth undesired
trying to dress up the parts that expire
i need a gunman to run in
to prove i can save a life
heroism is a crutch i could use to relieve
my sprained, bruised sense of dignity
you lose a little light from the projector to the screen
you lose a little light when your eyes see me
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6. |
Tin Drum
04:38
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falling in a grave i wanna grow again
throw the sticks away and let my heart beat again
on its own
i am not afraid of standing on this fence
what is there to say about the family event?
what is there to say about it?
don't be afraid, don't be afraid of it
driving through the funeral parking lot
looking for a shaded spot
i have been dressed in the sunlight
on my black tie
i have been blessed with the sunlight
on my black tie
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7. |
Chosen Target
06:13
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it's okay for you to laugh about nothing when you're on drugs
but in the still of a fight why would you waste your breath
i've got my keyring on my middle finger, pull the trigger, take off
but the minute you forget it my mind is on a race track
driving my thoughts off off off off a cliff
there's a piece of the sun that's piercing your eardrum
burning a birthmark from this day forward
i've got to get inside, i've gotta hide the light
when it's just past too late will you come and find me
i'll be alright
do you know how it feels to be a chosen target?
i wrap my head around spiderwebs wondering where it started
there's a tear in the fabric we can stitch it up later
i've got another hundred things kept under my shoulder
when you were biting yourself, i had enlightened myself
i was inviting myself to think
think
do you know how it feels to be a chosen target?
i wrap my head around spiderwebs wondering where it started
no you can't, can't, can't, can't, can't go back to it all
(now go get back to it)
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8. |
Critic
03:53
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here i hoped i'd post and you'd be fine
you took the opportunity to lie
spreading sour butter on a crumb
won't get you love
how are you to know that you are blessed
if the skin that was touched has already shed
your blood, with oxygen, it turns red
you're choking to keep it blue instead
my you're looking tan
it must be all the luminance
and, oh, your muscles strong
all your lumbricals are numb
you must feel like such a hero
weighing gravity and jesus
christ, i am not supposed to be this
i'm becoming critical
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Ghosts in Pocket Los Angeles, California
Formed in January of 2011, Ghosts in Pocket goes as follows: Keith met Zach, Zach knew Chris and Nick, Keith met Chris and Nick, and the rest is history.
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