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No Transitory
I'm in a constant state of getting cut. So why don't I feel anything?. . This is a violation. . Maybe I forgot what it was like. Before it entered me.
My God Is A Reasonable Man
I don't care, I won't preach it. My God is a reasonable man. . You preach the facts of sacred prayers. But you're a terrorist of bigotry. Fueled by text that was written.
No Rest
We greet each day with bloodshot eyes. The dirt of our labor still clingin' to our hands. Filled with our warped intentions. The tread of our shoes filled with foreign sands.
Midnight Regulations
I find myself concerned. For the coming men, these days. Evil are the minds. That push the divide. Forced to live a life. In fear that his future is on the wane.
Mailbox Arson
your mail's not safe in this town. your mail's not safe in this town. your mail's not safe in this town. your mail's not safe in this town. . i strike a red bird on your face.
Little Girls Pointing And Laughing
(We can't). I still can. (stop now.). remember what you did.. Your eyes filled,. (We've got). discomfort.. (to slow down.). Bare foot in a public washroom..
Keep It On Wax
I, I guess, the only thing cheap to you is your friends. You can always make new friends (oh no). But when you sell 'em out, they won't be worth as much (oh no).
Jubella (demo Version)
You had such grace in the end.. (You had such grace...). I wish I could remember what colour your eyes were. (I wish I could remember... your eyes were...).
Jubella
You had such grace in the end.. (You had such grace...). I wish I could remember what colour your eyes were. (I wish I could remember... your eyes were...).
It Was Fear Of Myself That Made Me Odd (demo Version)
(Breathe in all the air). . Spinning, arms spread. Crushing the tops of mountains. With my hands. As I dive into the Pacific. I flood the shorelines. .
It Was Fear Of Myself That Made Me Odd
(Breathe in all the air). . Spinning, arms spread. Crushing the tops of mountains. With my hands. As I dive into the Pacific. I flood the shorelines. .
Hey, It's Your Funeral Mama
The sky is blue, the grass is brown. My head is buried inside this helmet. The ever present threat of parasites. So take my hand, let's get these motors running.
Heading For The Sun
They are the nameless victims of a generation lost. Searching for somewhere to exist. Held captive by our mistakes. Weak and unable to resist. . Resentful minds have ruled too long.
Happiness By The Kilowatt
So this is continuous happiness. You know, I always. Imagined it something more. With the right drapes, the right paints. The right frames, this could really work.
Grey
Big black wolf, clawing at your door. Dead mans hand, is crawling 'cross the floor. Witch on the horizon is brewing up a vex. Everyone in town is wondering who is next.
Get Fighted
So make sure you love. Like you've never been hurt. And when you dance, dance. Like there's no one watching you. . 'Cuz You can waste your time. (Redefining the day that music died).
Emerald Street
Pregnant teens on the Barton Street bus. Homeless people living off crust. and there's a beat-up town car - it's starting to rust. Hard soles are kicking up dust.
Drunks, Lovers, Sinners And Saints
ALRIGHT!. . This is from our hearts. Sincerity over simple chords. We made some mistakes. We made some mistakes. But it's a long time coming when your giving it everything.
Crisis
This town is going under. . The temperature's through the floor. Your fingers are turning black. There's a crisis knocking at your door. . One nine seven seven.
Dogs Blood
Endless whispers, skies that bleed. Dogs blood falls from it like rain. Choke the rivers, flood the streets. Canine era, canine teeth. New kind of soldier, born of scars.
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