1. |
Ready for Rest
00:53
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I let the fate decide my future
But the fate i gonna drag me down, oh oh
Like a life preserver tied to a car
I'm going down right about now
So long my fate, so long worry
I wanna eat like shit and then pass
I was ready for the end the day I was born
When is it time to sleep at last?
Is it time to sleep at last?
Is it time to sleep at last?
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2. |
Joke at a Funeral
02:30
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All dressed in black
A little broken now
Smile on your face to chase the tears out
You were hiding something
Funerals were not meant for jokes
I don't think
You turned your frown upside down
And I want you to know
You will be missed
I know, I know
You will be missed
I know, I know
Don't need to talk it out
You're all good
You came to peace and let it out just like you should
I must confess I was confused
I didn't know that you could make jokes at a funeral
You turned your frown upside down
And I want you to know
You will be missed
I know, I know
You will be missed
I know, I know
I wish I knew you more
I wish I knew you more
I wish I knew you more
But it's too late for that
See, time comes for us all
When it's your time you may not want to come home
You will be missed
I know, I know
You will be missed
I know, I know
I wish I knew you more
I wish I knew you more
I wish I knew you more
But it's too late for that
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3. |
Sporadic
02:52
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Mother said
Don't go outside
It's dangerous
But with age I learned she's right
Because at first you think you're safe
Go outside run around that bay
At least 'til kids learn of privilege
And you start dodging rocks instead
It's all about the timing
It's a random race
Anything could happen suddenly
Oh, well I wish I had a little more influence
But most things I can't change
Pulling off the ramp ahead at about 45
Age 5 and someone came speeding behind
Not much I can do except enjoy the ride
But like I said it's random at least I survived
Is it real?
I'm dying
A little more everyday
Is it real?
I'm delighted
Finally something that I can change
It's all about the timing
It's a random race
Anything could happen suddenly
Oh, well I wish I had a little more influence
But most things I can't change
It's all about the timing
It's a random race
Anything could happen suddenly
Oh, well I wish I had a little more influence
But most things I can't change
I want it to change
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4. |
Roadside Memorial
02:55
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Fifteen more miles 'til I can rest my eyes
I can't handle all these late night drives
My consciousness is starting to slip,
The steering wheel's beginning to drift
Silence is the safest I feel
My body needs time to heal
I'm shaking, I can barely breathe
My body can't keep up
Just like a roadside memorial behind the guard rail
Dead flowers and a wreath
I don't wanna be (I don't wanna be)
Just another cross nailed to a tree
Nothing more that a passing glance
When you flick out your cigarette
Always focused on anyone but me
No mental health days, no room to breathe
Not trying to sound like a martyr
But I'm dragging myself farther
Into a grave that I can't crawl out
Silence is the safest I feel
My body needs time to heal
I'm shaking, I can barely breathe
My body can't keep up
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5. |
Critical
02:53
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How does it make sense to me?
Confusion racks my brain
Why do I feel no empathy?
You're leaving
This time for good
Living with this is the last thing that I want to do
You're selfish
I know it's true
How did I get so far under your thumb? It's impossible
I'm overcritical (I can't choose)
I'm selfish, I should live alone (all alone)
Give me something to destroy
You've been on my head for about as long as I can think
Tell me how much I should drink to make you take a break
Fuck that, I'll smoke all of the weed in the house to prevent feeling like a mouse
Oh, I'm a fuckin' prick? Well you're a fuckin' dick
You know what? Just forget it
I'm overcritical (I can't choose)
I'm selfish, I should live alone
Give me something to destroy
I've bored and I've lost all my toys
If I could have one thing I could say to you
It'd be I think I'm fine but you need help too
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6. |
I Don't Know
02:34
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Something never felt right
I tried but I couldn't keep up the lie
Changing colored eyes
So many thoughts that will never die
Can I make this bed on my own?
Guess I chose what I chose but damn, oh
I keep the bed that I don't want to own
I guess I know what I know
Fine I'll try to call
I don't know
I don't know
You said you don't feel a thing
You drunkenly say to me
And I ask, "What do you mean?"
You said you never expected to make it
This far
I don't know
I don't know
I can't hide behind a smile
And these bloodshot eyes
If there's more to life,
Then I'm still searching
Try to force some structure,
But the pieces never fit
Don't you say you understand
'Cause you don't understand
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7. |
Coal
04:08
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I used to underline the fact that I almost had the opportunity to fly
But instead of clipping my wings, they just nailed me to the ground
And now I hate the fact that I could see through mountains of lies,
But I couldn't see through you this time
Waste my time staring at my feet
Everything I thought I knew turned out to be deceit
Burned me up, I thought that I was gold
But apparently I'm nothing more than a lump of coal
You're feeding off the sympathy for your fake insecurities
I can see through the lies you spit through your teeth
I don't really care what I say this line
I can see through the bullshit you've fed me all my life
Waste my time staring at my feet
Everything I thought I knew turned out to be deceit
Burned me up, I thought that I was gold
But apparently I'm nothing more than a lump of coal
Waste my time staring at my feet
Everything I thought I knew turned out to be deceit
Burned me up, I thought that I was gold
But apparently I'm nothing more than a lump of coal
Waste my time staring at my feet
Everything I thought I knew turned out to be deceit
Burned me up, I thought that I was gold
But apparently I'm nothing more than a lump of coal
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8. |
Ten Years
01:45
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Sleepless, it's heavy
And screaming for my fucking head
Weightless, but petty
Pluck my heart out thread by thread
To time the hate
Wait, practice, formulate
A plan for goals
Fueled by coffee, pills, and adrenaline
Happy?
Wack, kill it
Throw it in the fucking back
Stressed out, I'm just down
That's all I gotta say 'bout that
Ten years, new me
I cave quick, no passion
My brain's zilch
Slow to learn I brand lies
Like thoughts in my mind
In ten years my whole body regenerates
So what?
By then I'l be twice as strong
My head will be twice as large
(Shh, shh, shhhhh Hold up. I wanna make sure I get the point across)
I'm tired of putting my fucking foot in my mouth
I'm tired of feeling trapped and I can't get out
I'm tired of feeling tired
I hit my head with a tire iron
And destroy my brain cells faster than Anderson SIlva's fighting style
I smoke a lot, I'm an asthmatic
It's problematic
Get mad at life, try to yell at it
Throw a tantrum
Sometimes I just want my problems to all disintegrate
But I can't so I'll bite the bullet and try to meditate
Ten years
Ten years
Ten years, new me
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9. |
Dumb
02:54
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When I was young
My family found out I was dumb
They tried their best
But it wasn't enough
Because all that they did was read books to me
I know I'm gone
Too far along
Been told I'm dumb
Accept it with open arms
Is that all that's left for me?
Your effort was wasted on me
And I know what I want
I've known it since I was ten
To be on the road
Playing to people that understand
They said that I
They said I was dumb
They said that I
I'd be a glorified bum
And if you agree get away from me
I know I'm gone
Too far along
Been told I'm dumb
Accept it with open arms
Is that all that's left for me?
Your effort was wasted on me
I know I'm gone
Too far along
Been told I'm dumb
Accept it with open arms
I know I'm gone
Too far along
Been told I'm dumb
Accept it with open arms
Is that all that's left for me?
Your effort was wasted on me
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10. |
Grieving
04:29
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The sunlight trickles in
And lights up each new freckle on your soft skin
The light green walls boxing you in
Must be the pit of your stomach or a touch of crimson
Who would have thought
That it took loss for you to learn who you are
I want you to do good by you
It's your turn to be free
Even if it's without me
The future might not be so clear
But I need you here
It's not what I want to hear
But it is what it is
I just want what's best for you
You say this is all too much,
That you're not good enough -
You're wrong.
Don't waste your energy trying to be
Something that you're not
Don't need to impress me
Grieving is hard
I can't begin to comprehend
You've given all you can
Just try to feel alright again
You say this is all too much,
That you're not good enough -
You're wrong.
Don't waste your energy trying to be
Something that you're not
Don't need to impress me
Don't want to say goodbye now
Just need to find a new normal
Don't cry, don't apologize
You just needed some time
Don't want to say goodbye now
Just need to find a new normal
Don't cry, don't apologize
You just needed some time
(Ba-da, Ba-da-da-dah
Ba-da, Ba-da Dah)
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Xavier Anderson - guitar/vocals
Ryan Kealty - bass/vocals
Michael Rodriguez - drums
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