1. |
whole day's gone
01:10
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sweat stained bed
the body makes a dent
a means to an end
i’m still pleading
heats getting to me
i cannot breathe
exit my body
and make something mean
plagued by design
whole day is gone
don’t wake me up
another hour
just turn the tv
off
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2. |
inhibitor
03:10
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i can’t
control myself
when he's surrounded
by a
mess of flesh and text
that can’t ever go unread
all the blood in his face goes red
but ill keep you
in the dark
for how long
i don’t know
ill see you
tomorrow
whether you
want to
i can’t help
but drop the floor
when he’s falling down
knees buckle in
oh mother i’ve sinned
can you forgive him
he’ll make his peace
when its too late
i’ll stall his legs
limping to the right place
laying in his soft skulled own head
inhibitor
the smell lingers i don’t know why
it won’t wash out
singing in his sickly weak mind
inhibitor
lullaby that tempts his fingers
it grows too loud
i can’t help myself
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3. |
sister
05:10
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i remember
playing with the toys
making stories and
i couldnt wait for more
coming home after
eating all alone
sit at your desk and
wait for the
moments
move so fast
i can't make em all last
try to stick
with those you care
i was rarely there
laying side by side
in our campcot in the sky
hiding from the bugs
we knew wouldn't bite
talking shit about
all the people who weren't nice
oh little lion that we
stole just right
i remember
our giant painted hands
on the ceiling where
only flashlights land
little apartments
in our kitchen drawers
we made their beds
but wouldn't make ours
rewind tapes all day
try to find a nice movie to play
rewind tapes all day
try to find a nice movie to play
i see you
as you amble down that aisle
make your story
and i can’t wait for more
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4. |
water
03:53
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i’ve seen
the weight of a dream
in so many
aged from time reasons for
conflict too real
always come clean
i shed my clothes and
wash my hair
soap gets in my eyes
cannot even care
warm water
runs down my
back
writing love letters
wish i could keep track
so sorry
i get my wish
still feel like shit
inside the pit
my unfinished list
the joke grows old
once was a hit
the shame i hold
hate doing this
smothered by self made chores
i can’t keep up anymore
no right to say I’m bored
i just need something to hold
listen to yourself
what a whiner
give up so easily
you don’t deserve
kindness of strangers
and their kinder words
maybe one day
you’ll come to learn
not
to
waste
their
breath
you will see
the weight of a dream
in so many
aged from time reasons for
comfort so near
it all comes clear
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Chris Masih Boston, Massachusetts
my name is chris, i play in a couple other bands. this is not one of them. this is just me (and occasionally some friendly helping hands).
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