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Gasoline
02:43
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we’ve all been force fed; full of lies
while each bull & bear bets against the truth
all told we’re free to choose, but all thoughts get drowned out in the noise and they’ll say we’re just young & paranoid
while making trades behind our backs
with every day spent in the shade, think I’ll watch it burn
throw gasoline on an open flame
sit back and wonder who’s to blame
just can’t stand the same damn endless routine cause it’s all gonna lead to a disposable life
it’s bout time you saw more than half the truth
but now it’s too late to cut me loose
so push out the walls till the ceiling falls, while I stare off into the void because lately we’re still spun around wrapped up in plastic
no solid ground here left to stand on
can’t you feel us suffocating?
so, gasoline on an open flame
just can’t stand the same damn endless routine do you feel me through the black fog?
it’s out of hand, always running on pure anxiety and it’s all gonna lead to a disposable life
no more lost voice or sore back think I could live with that
no more lost voice or sore back yea, I could live with that.
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Levitate
02:59
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it’s sad to say I blew through 25 more deaf than alive
the expectations slide
cause all I had was just filled with watered down, liquid quick empty promises and more excuses was all I gave you
there used to be demons hanging over me but now they can’t touch me
don’t you see me levitating?
we’re going up now and you can’t look back if you can’t love me, respect the elevation
and when that bright black hole swallows us all
will you say you saw it coming? Will you say “I told you so”? we’re always told proceed with caution to avoid the landslide but I see no stop signs
there used to be demons hanging over me but now they can’t touch me
don’t you see me levitating?
we’re going up now and you can’t look back if you can’t love me, respect the elevation
didn’t know a diamond when I held it in my hand what I thought was worth more, I’ll never understand
there used to be demons hanging over me but now they can’t touch me
don’t you see me levitating?
we’re going up now and you can’t look back if you can’t love me, respect the elevation
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In The Bag
03:29
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spent all my days under the sun in a haven
locked up in a room that’s filled with fog and self isolation but now I’m back & I can feel it
there’s no more locking up my spirit
the sound won’t drown me out, but it’s got me spun around
it pushed us to the ground with every isolated incident
so bend the light toward the dark to illuminate what you can’t see the sound won’t drown me out
cause I will not live for my secrets
out of my skull. I’m numb. where is my mind?
I left it In the bag with the checks we never cashed
but now that funds are running thin, it’s all objective
we slipped and fell back into our old ways at the same pace
the sound won’t drown me out, but it’s got me spun around
it pushed us to the ground with every isolated incident
so bend the light toward the dark to illuminate what you can’t see
the sound won’t drown me out cause I will not live for my secrets
so what’s the total cost
when the price you pay’s not what you’ve got?
and when you add it up all the things you got ain’t what you want? so what’s the total cost of a handshake deal two fingers crossed? behind your back you strike a match
the sound won’t drown me out, but it’s got me spun around
it pushed us to the ground with every isolated incident
so bend the light toward the dark to illuminate what you can’t see the sound won’t drown me out
cause I will not live for my secrets
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Lonely Island
03:17
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let’s say we chalk it all up to
a recluse and endocrine abuse
a gemini on the wrong side, couldn’t choose one
so whatcha really running from?
said that you couldn’t see me struggling in the undertow so stop waving back, I’m drowning in plain view
“what’s it feel like to be alone on an island in the sky?”
you’ll sit back and wonder why when the years start slipping by could we buy back time with money if we try?
if this is what you want, I guess I’ll play along
through your stereo on your drive home like a sad song
and she said “boy, you can take all your empty promises straight to the bank of sad excuses cause we’re so over this”
“what’s it feel like to be alone on an island in the sky?”
you’ll sit back and wonder why when the years start slipping by could we buy back time with money if we try?
but there are no second chances, not from the starting line we couldn’t go back if we tried.
so I choose this lonely island hanging above the clouds and I’ll never come down to be safe
“what’s it feel like to be alone on an island in the sky?”
you’ll sit back and wonder why when the years start slipping by could we buy back time with money if we try?
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5. |
Here's Your Letter
03:12
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Knuckle Puck Chicago, Illinois
We're a band from Chicago's south suburbs. We make music.
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