1. |
Empty Pockets
03:09
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i've been making lots of change
but my pockets still empty
seems i can't change everything
cos when i wake up i'm still me
dysphoric, addiction to bleeding, i'm cutting
my limbs off one by one
got a job nine to five, it's called staying alive
and the work day is never done
moving ain't no medicine
but staying still ain't no bottle of pills
it's gonna take more than whiskey and cigarettes
to get me outta this landfill
so can i die hitching a ride on a hearse
you're hanging onto a corpse
just to see what my broken bones are worth
i'm a leak in your ceiling
i'm a crack in your windshield
there's no telling when i'm coming down
and making things a mess
i'm a stray dog sitting on your front porch
or a rat under your floorboards
and i'm trying to patch the holes up
but i'm caving under stress
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2. |
Homes and Hearts
03:10
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if home is where the heart is
my heart must be a graveyard
we sit in while we wait for the train
if my body is a temple, it's a rundown rental
i can't afford to live there anyway
i've got nowhere to go except this lonely old road
too familiar with the feeling that something just ain't right
this year has been a 365 day long bad fucking night
and i just can't breathe in that crowded dusty air anymore
this world wasn't made for me
and survival is behind a dead bolted door
i find it hard to give a shit anymore
if home is where the heart is, i snuck into my heart
through a broken window by the back porch
i'm a thief over-encumbered looking for a place to slumber
somewhere beneath the loose floorboards
or i'll just lay down on the tracks
where i'm going, i ain't coming back
i need the type of rest that i will never wake up from
and i just can't sleep feeling stressed out and stuck anymore
home ain't nothing but a place to die
so i walk out the front door
no, i ain't coming around anymore
and when i'm sleeping, i'm dreaming of leaving
dreaming of leaving, dreaming of going away
when i'm sleeping, i'm dreaming of leaving
but when i wake up, there's a million reasons i gotta stay
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3. |
Cold Dinner
03:57
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well, you cannot disappear
even when you're dead and gone
you still have a body, you still have a body
and i'll still get my point across
even if you prove me dead wrong
i don't listen to nobody, never listened to nobody
probably explains why i don't know anything,
always end up alone stuck out in the rain
well, there's a murder of black birds
all screaming the f word at me
as i try to fall asleep on the concrete
i've been here four days, still waiting on that double stack
i'm all outta ideas, just sit and watch the empy tracks
well i'm a crooked tooth quitter, i'm a stone sober sinner
i'm the queen of damp clothes and cold dinner
i've been here four days, still waiting on that double stack
i'm all outta ideas, just sit and watch the empy tracks
well, i've been slowly growing out of everything that i love
i'm not gonna grow up, i don't wanna
((i'm still waiting))
((i've been here four days, still waiting on that double stack
i'm all outta ideas, just sit and watch the empty tracks))
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4. |
Negative Space
03:46
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the road less traveled is the only road
when you've got no home
you're just wandering
make a blood offering to my sadness
cos somehow i'm still standing
existence is a trespass
degraded, our bodies are passed out
like a pamphlet on 12 steps to recovery
my brain is worn out, it rots with insecurity
my words have no agency,
i have no fucking identity
i'm not okay, but it's okay
i just can't stay
i'm going somewhere
i don't know, it don't matter
but moving, to me, is the only thing that matters
would you pick up your phone
and tell me everything's gonna be all right
tell me that lie
the voices inside my head
yeah the voices inside my head
are telling me i should be dead
they're telling me i should be dead
well, i just try to tell them day after day after day
to wait till tomorrow
well, i'm just trying to get through another day, another 40 hours
sometimes the last resort's the only way of getting any power
oh, i'm not okay, but it's okay
i just can't stay
i'm going somewhere
i don't know, it don't matter
but moving, to me, is the only thing that matters
would you pick up your phone
and tell me everything's gonna be all right
tell me that lie
for too long, things have been the same
i've been in the same place too long to be sane
got a fear of missing out, i'm always thinking of checking out
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5. |
Concrete World
05:35
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there ain't no mountain, no wretched canyon
that's gonna come between me and what i need
no unholy, no printed story
will separate me from cold reality
where can i go to escape the noise
and get some much needed sleep
beyond those mountains, what lies there waiting
besides more buildings, slabs of concrete
where can i go to escape the noise
and get some much needed sleep
is there any point in running off
is there anything worth stumbling on
that isn't owned by someone
will our feet give out before
we find our way out of this concrete world
and build something for ourselves
so wake up and get dressed
put the past out of your mind
work towards your future
you've only got so little time
build yourself a savings
hide away in the safety of your home
some day you'll have enough
to pay somebody else to save it up for you
you can buy your way into heaven
you can save yourself with your savings account
you can have dreams, if you've got enough money
you can have it all right now if you've got the right amount
you can get high if you stoop low
and you'll go far if you stay close
where can i go to escape the noise
and get some much needed sleep
you can buy your way into heaven
you can save yourself with your savings account
you can have dreams, if you've got enough money
you can have it all right now if you've got the right amount
you can get high if you stoop low
and you'll go far if you stay close
stay
close
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6. |
Franky
02:10
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digging deep to bury our hearts in the ground, deep down
never forgetting the parts of ourselves too afraid to be found
a tender strength casted out
buried deep in a casket, we are the dead still living
in a world that told us to die, we are not forgiving
i will wear the dirt and the dust on my clothes
and on my hands
i will burn these closets, i don't need them anymore
not anymore
working hard to take care of ourselves
in the eye of a storm
kept out in the cold
they're trying to keep us from the warmth
we'll do more than build a fire, we'll burn it down
salvage the wreckage for ourselves
i won't stay trapped inside these boxes
there is still time to start again
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7. |
Long Haul
03:09
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it's a long haul, it's a heavy load
i can't do it on my own
so tear down what tears us apart
what else can we call a home
the pain we're desperate to escape
is pushing us right to the edge
we lose ourselves to vices
we're distracted by our so-called friends
repeating cycles we won’t hold ourselves accountable
stuck inside our bedrooms or we're drowning in the bottle
it's a long haul, it's a heavy load
i can't do it on my own
so tear down what tears us apart
what else can we call a home
the thoughts that think without me
don't give a shit what i have to say
they're telling me that i'm nothing
telling me that i gotta pay
something i didn't ask for in the first place
carrying somebody else's weight
it's a long haul, it's a heavy load
i can't do it on my own
so tear down what tears us apart
what else can we call a home
i might not be perfect, but i'm still working at it
i might spend a few months living in your attic
if nothing's left, nothing's right right now
we'll take to the streets, we'll tell everybody
why we hate this town
it's a long haul, it's a heavy load
i can't do it on my own
so tear down what tears us apart
what else can we call a home
it's a long haul
it's a heavy load
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