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Limbo
04:13
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You’re an old soul, but your soul is growing slow.
You’re living in limbo.
You’re having a good time but you missed the boat and so
You start to wonder, take a number.
But I’m coming through, with a bottle or two.
Going to lower the bar for you.
Living free, how hard could it be to hit the road (tell me that you don’t know)
Feeling good doesn’t wait for tomorrow
Living in limbo
I don’t care how
No it doesn’t matter where we go as long as it’s now
Your smokey eyes, it might be bad advice
But I’m sick of thinking “wouldn’t it be nice?”
Listen to the waves as they lap against your dreams
Sweet erosion
You’re bent over backwards for some guy you never see
Tear drops falling on the ocean
But I’m coming down, close to the coals
Don’t you lower the bar on me
Living free, how hard could it be to hit the road (tell me that you don’t know)
Feeling good doesn’t wait for tomorrow
Living in limbo
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Possessor
03:13
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Sick orange lights, of the suburbs tonight
Constellations come unbound, the breath of hell lays on the ground
Screams collapse the silence, under evergreens
An ancient style of violence that penetrates your dreams
Fear rolls past, fear moves fast
Open, Possession
Into a madness, lines carved into the floor
Invisible pathways, lead to your bedroom door
Invisible hands, invisible plans
Started again, when the spasms began
Around the thing the weather’s bent now he’s wandering these streets by scent
Borne from another order, curled up inside
When something’s wearing you, there ain’t no place to hide
Open, Possession
Into a madness, I’m out on the weakest limb
Invisible hands
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Funhouse
04:16
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Tears flow down by accident
The sound of his voice still makes you cry
He grabs you through the stereo takes you to the house without windows
Embers, poking holes into your clothes
(Time Slows Down, The Sun Goes Down)
Breathing heavy, funhouse got my brain
I’m feeling heavy, funhouse got my brain
Sleep into the afternoon
If you’re feeling bad then you know it’s working good
Down at the get-sick-quick or flying over the Pacific
Happy in your head, in the land of the dead
Feelings untrue, your head comes unscrewed, belong in a zoo, so what you gon do?
What’s the time, not feeling right
It’s 3am on Friday night
Walk-through-walls, self-slamming doors
We’re rolling on the funhouse floor
You and all the things you rearrange
Into my peripherals you fade away
What’s the time the moon’s too bright
It’s 6 in the morning, Friday night
Walk-through-walls, self-slamming doors
We’re rolling on the funhouse floor
I’m so tired but I can’t fall asleep
I guess I’ll haunt the house across the street
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Language Arts
03:46
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Villainized, blue-lit eyes, wondering aloud
Noise and steam, in the vacancy I leave
Am I innocent? Or is it just my imagination?
Did I make it harder for you?
Is it better to be fed up than to sift all the possible from the never?
Promises, that spark and fizz, between the silences
The language arts, ringing ear to the bank vault
(Envy, filtered through memory, back to me)
Live with me in the memory
Do you ever really wonder what you want?
Do you ever really wonder what to say?
Is our love limitless or is that just something that we say about us?
Is it going to break us in two?
Is it better to be fed up or pick the pieces back up and move on solo?
Terror, forever
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Knockdown
04:41
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Someone that I call me, running through the streets
Chased by someone I call you
Our misshapen destinies lie twisted by the breeze, and then buried in the leaves
These portraits of better days, lie stacked up in my brain
An indifferent haze, is now hanging in every room
In the years we walked this floor, wishing we had more
What was I wishing for?
These broken bottle dreams
Are you about to leave?
How did we find a way to colour things so grey?
Or did I do it on my own like the people gonna say?
Do you wish it would fall apart so that you could start
To decorate your heart?
We’re knocking down a dream
These rotted away beams
The old wounds start to bleed
The rubbles’ at my feet
We’re knocking down a dream
These rotted away beams
The old wounds start to bleed
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Quartzlock
03:18
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(instrumental)
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Massif
07:46
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On Bald Mountain between breaths
The gods in tantrum, continental drift
I’m on top of the world, and I don’t think I’ll make it down
Window inward, behind the soul
Senselessly adrift in the storm
Under swirling skies I breathe (in/out)
Frozen to fate, held in sleep
By screams splashed across the peak
Try to breathe (in/out)
Inner silence, systems dying
Eyes unfocused, open sky
Engine of will, is blown to pieces
To what degree does it hold me here?
Will it bend the wind? Frost bitten whispers carry me deep within
I close my eyes
I’m on top of the world, and I don't think I'll make it down
Pressed into the evening, with no way to turn around
Beautiful exhaustion, self-preservation thrown away
I’ll sing down to the bottom
My annihilation underway
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Transmitting sonic disturbances from an inner city beach.
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Tony- Vocals, Bass, Keys
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Gabriel- Percussion
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