1. |
Grow Mold
02:40
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I find purpose in different ways
I speak out loud and hide my face
Open up my head and count the rings
Pleasure if a quantifiable thing
I know when to shut my mouth
And when I'm drunk I'll find it out
Trying not to lose all my friends
But sometimes you gotta deficit spend
Did a funny thing in school
Did it for fun I want attention
I donno if i feel better
I'm not sure i got the grades
All this knowledge it festers
And it grows mold sitting in the shade
I find purpose in different ways
Oh i've been stagnant and I've been paid
Lending out my hand to feed my mouth
Charity is relative to what's around
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2. |
Bubbling Up
01:54
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I don't see any movement
As the road splits away
I just keep getting further
Off the fumes, off the fumes
And i was happy to sit waiting for you
Keep going down
I see the blood
Through your face
And you're getting weaker
It's bubbling up, bubbling up again
I'm stuck inside this motel room again
Flip through five different movies
That I've seen before
It's easy making plans
When you know you're gonna leave
Always the last laugh
And always the person
That makes a clean escape
And then they live there
Until they need a break from that
Too
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3. |
Get Well
01:52
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I keep running in place
And every step I try to retrace
I save face
Spend it in blood, spend it in blood
All the promises kept
And all the good will I try to collect
Save it up
Reflect, reflect in vain
If i stop swallowing teeth
And if the world stops following me
I will, I will
Get Well
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4. |
Cut My Teeth
02:43
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I made my scarce
I chewed up all my gum
Said go keep yourself occupied
Behave til we get done
I make myself scarce
I'm patient like a gun
And when i lose your focus
I scream til i get some
Try to cut my teeth
But they keep moving while I'm asleep
It's a real treat
Seeing inside while i'm on the street
I keep getting scared
I'm sleeping where i stand
The only dream that's comfortable's
To be a hired hand
Straw man sinks like a stone
It's easy to do
Asleep on your way home
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5. |
Inside Your Store
02:01
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Everybody has a price
A piece of shiny merchandise
You give a lot, you give a wink
You try to rise but you just think
There's never a reason for
A mutiny inside your store
Doctors looked and doctors tried
To diagnose a smile this wide
And when i look into your eyes
With all the strength to calcify
My arms too weak my mouth's too dry
The cause is just too justified
Nothing really bothers me
I'm past the point of sanctity
I take my lumps, I catch debris
Salvation comes eventually
A witness please
Call a witness please
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6. |
I Don't Float
03:02
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I've been covered by days of rain
Stuck in a car that hydroplanes
And i know i don't float
Won't be long til i can swim
Move around these lines i've painted in
Cover up my tracks
Sailing down a sewer drain
Try to find others who look the same
and keep the shit from my face
All these looks I trade
With Nobody else
Words don't hold no weight
Talking to yourself
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7. |
Through The Cracks
03:34
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It's comforting to know
You're still at home
Drop me a line
And I'll go
Someone's always walking back
A comment that they made
Give me someone to hurt
And we'll have things to say
When I'm on the road
I never blink
Feel the cool air
And let it sink
I try not to lose my track
Deprive myself til i get back
I'm just losing weight
Trying to slip through the cracks
Talking to a friend
On the phone
Swear he exists
But never home
And every time i fall asleep
The con is on again
When i wake up
I'm always on the losing end
Shot you in the back
You didn't die
Stuck an IV drip
Read you your rights
And they say it does you good
Tricks your senses right
Thanking every lucky star
That they turned off the lights
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8. |
No Thanks
02:29
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It's hard to remember
It's stirred up by the weather
I'm itching at nostalgia
Got a nail or feather
We both were insulated
My face, her clothes were faded
She didn't like an asshole
And then she was persuaded
Seasons all gone
No hill to find
To die on
Misery loves
To come along
take a piece
And pass it on
Every day's a weekend
We split and then we're fiending
Now find out who is holding
Cuz there's no thanks being
About 11 months
The sun never showed
Living at night
With something to outrun
Asleep on the lawn
I'm no man
To rely on
You know I'd love
To come along
Smother you
Til i get strong
She cut out with a friend
You know it left a dent
But I don't need the headache
Until I'm off the mend
I'm waiting at the station
She waits for a vacation
We take separate courses
On paths of degradation
Flowers were all gone
Somebody robbed a store
With a carbine on
So i spent my cash
Like she'd have done
Now everything is warm
And i'm the chosen one
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9. |
Window
03:53
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I came through the window
You were still asleep
I don't want to suffer
Any more than you do
But it's still up to you
Wash your hands
You made your bed
Now lay down
I came through the window
You were still asleep
I don't want to suffer
Any more than you do
But it's still up to you
Wash your hands
You made your bed
Now lay down
Every time i sleep with my eyes closed
I'm at a disadvantage
Every person left their post
And let me dial out
Eyes dilate, I delegate
Errands to each of my hands
If i can i'll take the trip again
But only walk at night
Worship alone
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Rest Etiquette Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Rest Etiquette is a Punk/Post Punk group hailing from Philly
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