1. |
An Awkward Moan
05:26
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There is no measure for what we’ve destroyed.
Is it the high that you wanted?
Was it worth the burn?
Been searching for answers in language lost.
Just once more, then we stop.
Was the high worth the burn?
These words have been counted, often killed by truths.
Just once more, we need it.
A light, an answer, an end.
Light.
Answer.
End.
Light.
End.
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2. |
Blood Staff
05:46
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It’s been like this for weeks
In an attempt to close my big mouth I keep grinding my teeth
The tension ain’t so bad
It’s the time we spend apart that reminds us of what we had
I can’t seem to find a patch of common ground
This used to be so sweet
But it’s getting hard to find where we used to meet
The grey hairs ain’t so bad
But I’m letting go of all the pride I had
I can’t seem to find a patch of common ground
Bloodstaff proves the bond
Love, sweat, fear
Fear, sweat, blood
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3. |
Tarred and Feathered
04:08
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Pitch black tar
White feathers
Victimized by cleansing hand
Weeded out
Hold me down
Closed in crowd
This iron will, will dissolve
Break the man
Draw a blank
Why you hate
I’ve seen it all from dying eyes
Make your point
Joyful song
While I cry
You held me down from your throne
Foot on my neck
Hot black glue
Skin peeling
I’ve lived it all and should have died
You’ve made your point
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4. |
Garrulous
04:11
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Go fucking figure
One more night runs too long
Where have you been
Why are your eyes so wide
Talking my ears off
Not a single thing said
What’s that dripping out of the holes
Blood
When will this end
Torture just sitting here
Pack of vultures
Crowding over their meal
You look so cool
Puke on your bottom lip
What’s that running out of the holes
Blood
I don’t have the time or the patience
Dissolve all ties or I will
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5. |
False Negative
03:09
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Empty threats never built walls for safety or rational happenings
Worry
Turned to panic
To full-fledged fear
Lay right back and laugh at the humour
Trusted
In words
To make light of pain
Push it out, give it up. It’s never worth another shot
This process always seemed so very planned
Crafting
Most problems
Creating my illness
This process always seemed so very bland
Certain things
Are and were
Never wanted
But taken
Once is enough
This simply is too much
I think I’m fine
But clearly I’m lying to myself
Sweat has gone cold
Felt in weakened bones
But still I’m grasping for some sense of relief
The joke has grown old
I can’t believe this shit anymore
Resigning from this control
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6. |
The Skinning
03:31
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Dead weight
Undeniable dead weight
Bearing down on the tails
Of the coats that we share
Who is the fool anymore?
Where has the celebration gone?
Primate
On our back
Sing and scream the brunt
Of the words listened
What have we done?
When can it stop?
Dead weight
Inexplicable dead weight
Burdening the shoulders
So heavy, so sore
How could we care less?
How could we care less?
Trial. Tried Hard.
But.
It failed to move.
Hold.
On this until it rots.
We wait
We’re tired but wait
I’ll scream and shout
‘til I’m listened
How could we care less?
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7. |
Maple Ape
06:13
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Lack of feeling
Can’t find meaning
Milk this saved face
Hollow being
Backward reasoning
Milk this saved face
Such a grip, such a grip
Muscle contracting
Veins exposing
Face red, and read
Gasp for air, gasp for air
Eyes are rolling
Windpipe closing
Lips blue, and I’m blue
The last beat, the last beat
Blood is not flowing
And the worst thing
A calm sea, I wont see
Such a grip, such a grip
And I’m falling
Not breathing
I’ve been read, and read
I wish I never knew
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Dead Ranch Winnipeg, Manitoba
Chad Alsop-Guitar/Vocals
Andre Cornejo-Guitar/Vocals
Ryley Devine-Drums
Alana Mercer-
Bass/Vocals
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