1. |
Hell Shack
03:17
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A terse versed vulgar purse snatching witch
I'm on the back of the bottom of your itch
I'm not mad I'm not glad and I'm your bitch
You can't pick up the pieces of my spit
I'm a glitch I'm a human stitch stain
Let the words sit in my stupid sick brain
It's all tricks all tricks all tricks on tricks
Don't try to fit me where you won't fit me
That's it
Bad fit
Be a winner in a sorry 'sitch
Get up and blow em off like the bubbles in your spit
Fill up the raw cracks
Be a good Zach
Build up my heaven like I built my hell shack
A hungry ghost with a sorry sack
At first I saw the lighting than I heard the thunder clap
The heart wants what it doesn't need
To fight fire with fury and full choir
You're not Dracula honey bee
The sun burns to the hum of pale vampires
Hot blooded and running free
We're not sick no we want mama mama
Out out with the money chief
Tell that fat headed pig we want our tomorrow
I don't think you give a damn
The idol kills the idol grows
I don't think you give a damn
This ain't for kicks this ain't for show
I don't think you understand
We're on the skids we're on the go
No mercy for hopelessness
Entitled kids of booming drones
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2. |
Blind
04:43
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From the hot red sun to the shadowless moon
A pack of white wild wolves got eyes on your coop
When the air gets cold and goes dark dark blue
That's when the hounds of hell come hunting for you
The silence strangles her in heavy shrieks
I can feel my heart beat
The devil's playing on an angel's street
Time out
Dreadful kingdom full of sheep will sleep inside my crowded
Palace of teeth
Dead to the heat
Of my love
And let the soft white dove tell the savage baboon
That the fires of love can make a man out of you
Make a man out of you
Can't put back the blood once the murder is through
Murdering your own
But quit playing for keeps 'cause you're playing to lose
The silence strangles her in heavy shrieks
I can feel my heart beat
The devil's playing on an angel's street
Time out
Dreadful kingdom full of sheep will sleep inside my crowded
Palace of teeth
Dead to the heat
Of my love
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3. |
Pig Pile
03:23
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A stiff lipped but fostered faith in love
she hides inside the vault
A heart that bites a voice that hums
Deep inside it all
Can't paint the kids indecent
Heart set on wet achievements
Stewed in their sad impatience
Pig pile on the pavement
This blood is weary weaving
This love is indecisive now
The flight of hawks and fury'd doves
fly off the white horse
Who's bucking hard and spitting blood
Knee high in crude oil
They keep the cash in cages
We fend for daily wages
Can't stop the kids from feeding
Don't bite back while they're beating
Take grace in your bereavement
You're tripping on the sequence
It's all the he said she said
Pig pile a pig pile a pig pile a pig pile a pig pile a pig
I used to drive on Saturdays
I used to push my cart
No cares no cares not a care in my heart
You could've hurt yourself
You could've broke my heart
No fairer scene has ever got me harder than the wheels you spin
And now we're taking turns as the spirit burns
North south east west up down
An elephant is sinking in
I could've lost myself I could've went with that
I could've hit it big and had a big fat
heart attack you feeling that
Can't paint the kids indecent
Heart set on wet achievements
Stewed in their sad impatience
A pig pile on the pavement
This love is weary weaving
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4. |
Nightmare America
04:44
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There's a lot that isn't sacred
There's a lot that isn't free
But if you really learn to fake it
And go and get that degree
Then maybe you can taste it
Oh that American dream
You can skate the golden pavement
Standing tall and standing free
In the land of burning hatred
In a pair of blue jeans
Blue blue blue blue jeans
Blue blue blue blue jeans
Blue blue blue blue jeans
This American nightmare is scary and bleak
Your behemoth blunder doesn't care about me
And all the joy wonder that you sold through your teeth
Now we're all going under like a pack of deaf sheep
And who on earth will inherit the meek?
In an American nightmare that's scary and bleak
They say win or be weak
Got piles of pigs on top of piles of sheep
And there's blood in the star sky
The dying choirs deafening shriek
Like the kids in the car ride
Crying out are we there yet
I wanna trip trip trip trip trip trip trip for free
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5. |
Riverboat
03:33
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Float me
On this riverboat
With a slow breeze
Through Oak trees
To a smoking fire
And don't speak
My misanthrope
Let the smoke breathe
From the soaked leaves
While the daylight tires
You can take me as I am
Or mistake me
Berate me
Even hate me
Yeah I'll be fine
It's only real when you know it's good
So keep burning like a fire would
I don't feel over understood
I don't feel like a liar should
Hey! Hey!
Three cheers to desire's crook
Off singing on the top of a mountain
Lost dreaming in the crease of a page
Three cheers to the knowledge in fountains
Three more for the death of an age
I'm sitting on a jar of nickels
Real stingy like minimum wage
Smoke's ringing from the gun of the killer
Should've let that boy out of his cage
Do it up
Do it up
Yeah take me
As I am
Or mistake me if that's what you gotta do
It's whatever you gotta do man
Berate me
Even hate me
I'll be fine
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6. |
Hollow Skin
04:37
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My dead heart in her heavy hand she said "now sing like you're a man"
And from her dirty king cotton sheets she showed me what that meant
Now everybody's got a destiny but me I've got my plans
And from the garden of the wounded ghost the ramparts I will man
And if you really want to be my friend you'd better run while you still can
So you can make it to the bitter end with the bush of birds in hand
And you can glean from your bended knee what I can hunt down 'till the end
And from the garden of the wounded ghost I'll save you my last dance
For you and your everything
Up off your bended knee
Mind the store with me
And from your hollow skin
We can fall right in
Love with everything
I am everything
You are everything
We are everything
Under the sun that gleams
Wrapped up tight with that pretty little bow
Everything under the sun that gleams
If I could find a place to hang my keys and lay my head to rest
Near the sandy stones and rattled seas with fresh wind on my chest
Where dead stars still dance for me even though we call them dead
And dead hearts can learn to beat, stand up to the test
And off that bended knee
Off that bended knee
Off of that bended
Off of that bended knee
Yeah
Oh!
Me and my everything
Yeah
Oh!
You and your everything
Me and my hollow skin
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