1. |
From Small Beginnings
03:30
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I watch the world from city streets and wonder where I've been.
I want a car with different plates and somewhere to begin.
I'm just a rain drop in the riverbed, always swimming to survive. I'll watch the water kiss the desert back to life.
I better get used to it
Three years have come from all of this.
My life's just right around the corner.
Eight songs to comprehend, each one from my disorder.
Older now, and strong enough to realize I'm carved from different stone.
Now we talk about dying and how everything used to be
How everything used to be.
I better get used to it.
Three years have come from all of this (I better get used to it)
My life's just right around the corner (I better get used to it)
Eight songs to comprehend, each one from my disorder.
Older now, and strong enough to realize I'm carved from different stone.
Three years have come from all of this (I better get used to it)
My life's just right around the corner (I better get used to it)
Eight songs to comprehend, each one from my disorder.
Older now, and strong enough to realize I'm carved from different stone.
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2. |
World as a Backdrop
03:51
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Oh what has this world done to me?
Things that you don't see in movies,
if you take a look around.
My mind has doors to open up,
but with the hinges welded shut.
I'm leaving pennies on the ground.
If we put the paper to the pen,
no ones a God among these men,
a God that's failing to look down.
And if we fail to congregate,
observes but don't appreciate,
we're the ones who are fighting for the crown.
These are the things that move me.
Like holding hands or passing on a smile.
These are the things that hold us together.
It's keeping me alive and giving me a place to call my own.
Gave me a place to rest my head,
told me ways to get ahead
without leaving this behind.
I'm growing up, I'm moving on,
by tomorrow I'll be gone.
And I won't forget the place I call my own.
These are the things that move me.
Like holding hands or passing on a smile.
These are the things that hold us together.
It's keeping me alive and giving me a place to call my own.
These are the things that move me.
Like holding hands or passing on a smile.
These are the things that move me.
They're keeping me alive, they're giving us a place.
These are the things that move me.
Like holding hands or passing on a smile.
These are the things that hold us together.
It's keeping me alive and giving me a place to call my own.
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3. |
So Wrong
03:56
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I walked a little while down the street
where you said we'd meet.
You say your ready to burn,
but its too cold for July,
where's the summer heat?
I know your not a stranger to this kind of thing,
are you listening
to the voices inside of your head
telling you to keep your secrets between you and me.
Come a little closer to me now,
cause I've been dying for you to feel it.
Are we getting closer now? Do you feel it?
Do you feel it?
How could it feel so right?
When it's so wrong, when it's so wrong?
Come on fix me all night
Cause I've been broken for too long, broken for too long
I'm first date nervous, but it'd be a disservice
to tell you that your moving too fast for me
All the curves and the bends,
already know how it ends.
Coming down feeling empty
Come a little closer to me now,
cause I've been dying for you to feel it.
Are we getting closer now? Do you feel it?
Do you feel it?
How could it feel so right?
When it's so wrong, when it's so wrong?
Come on fix me all night
Cause I've been broken for too long, broken for too long
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4. |
Start over Again
04:47
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I can't help but stay awake at night,
and hope that everything's alright
with you and everyone.
But I wish that you could see through my eyes.
Pray for all the stupid things
like fancy homes and diamond rings.
But by the time you reach the end,
you'd rather die than start over again.
Start over again.
Yeah, you'd rather die than start over again.
We're floating in the atmosphere,
among the evidence so clear.
But your systematic resistance,
isn't disabling my precision through
time is a killer, killing time is my day filler.
Opposing views and I refuse to lose
because I know that I can't..
Help but stay awake at night.
And hope that everything's alright.
With you and everyone, but I
wish that you could see through my eyes.
But you can't and nothing you ever planned on,
turns out the way you planned it.
You can't, no you can't,
take me alive but I can take you for granted.
I hid behind the steering wheel,
as I go blind and start to feel,
that my lack of common distraction
causes me to react like my cars losing traction.
I am a killer. Killing you is my day filler.
Your disease is causing me to think
like those who just can't..
Help but stay awake at night.
And hope that everything's alright.
With you and everyone, but I
wish that you could see through my eyes.
But you can't and nothing you ever planned on,
turns out the way you planned it.
You can't, no you can't,
take me alive but I can take you for granted.
And by the time you reach the end,
you'd rather die than start over again.
And by the time you reach the end,
you'd rather die than start over again.
And by the time you reach the end,
you'd rather die than start over again.
And by the time you reach the end,
you'd rather die than start over again.
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5. |
Eye to Eye
03:43
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I'm ready to be me again
because I know what life's about.
It's not your voice that drowns me out,
it's just my thoughts they're so damn loud.
I wanna comprehend what it means to be the end,
I lose myself in my old memories,
now I know what I'm without.
You can say you did what you had to,
I can say I said what I needed to,
I know there's no reason to pretend
that we always saw eye to eye,
and your hands reaching down to mine.
The hardest part's accepting this is when
to say this is the end.
You slipped through my fingers just like sand,
yeah my life's a broken hourglass
with glass shards in my hands.
I'd extract the pain from your hands
and the sorrow from your heart,
cause I'd rather light myself on fire
than watch this tear you apart again.
You can say you did what you had to,
I can say I said what I needed to,
I know there's no reason to pretend
that we always saw eye to eye,
and your hands reaching down to mine.
The hardest parts accepting this is when
to say this is the end.
You can say you did what you had to,
I can say I said what I needed to
I know there's no reason to pretend
that we always saw eye to eye,
with your hand reaching down to mine.
The hardest parts accepting this is when
to say this is the end.
To say this is the end
To say this is the end
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6. |
Mirror
04:03
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Open eyes all we see is what we want to,
all you did is what you had to,
but I play dead, a page unread.
A thoughtful mind is all we need to start the fire,
but I go blind when my needs dire
and words unsaid, rot in my head.
When metaphors mean nothing,
and all is dead and gone
I'll be just like a stranded ship
with all the sails in knots.
Though all good things must end,
we're wishing life away,
distracted by the mirror,
and happier that way.
Open eyes, I'm lost in my ceiling fan
a spinning torrent of my plans,
but I play dead, alone in bed.
If only I could redo all the things undone,
but not if I'm the only who cares at all,
I'd let us fall.
When tides rise from the ocean,
and crash into the sea,
I hope I'm not the only one
who blames no one but me.
I know I'm apprehensive,
and nothing's set in stone,
but every aspiration I have
will never be my own.
Distracted by the Mirror and happier that way.
Distracted by the Mirror and happier that way.
Distracted by the Mirror and happier that way.
Distracted by the Mirror and happier that way.
When metaphors mean nothing,
and all is dead and gone
I'll be just like a stranded ship
with all the sails in knots.
Though all good things must end,
we're wishing life away,
distracted by the mirror,
and happier that way
I'm happier that way.
I'm happier that way.
I'm happier that way.
I'm happier that way.
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7. |
Doctor's Note
02:53
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Im the cheapest prescription for whatever hurts.
Vicodin for your broken heart,
a handful of Xanax to calm your last nerve.
I've got a ghost in my chest and its holding my heart,
cuz every last pill in the bottle is a work of art.
I can figure it out, I can figure it out all by myself.
I can figure it out, I can figure it out all by myself.
I am the ambien when you can't sleep,
benzodiazepine when you're too shy to speak.
I am the tolerance you need not to overdose,
I am the crumbling pages of the doctors notes.
I can figure it out, I can figure it out all by myself.
I can figure it out, I can figure it out all by myself.
I can figure it out, I can figure it out all by myself.
I can figure it out, I can figure it out all by myself.
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8. |
Hold Steady
04:07
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In the woods about an hour past the street
there is a house, nobody lives there.
Maybe just a cabin indiscreet,
the siding is a pigment lost in me.
The door is weak and you bust it in.
The siding is rusted and paper thin.
The chimney is filled with soot and tar,
when the floor caves in I can take its part.
Sometimes you wanna burn it down, but the memories keep it alive.
Sometimes you wanna burn it down.
When the winter comes yeah you'll close it up,
cause the fireplace isn't strong enough.
The the windows won't keep out the wind,
when the snow comes down it'll blow them in.
Sometimes you wanna burn it down, but the memories keep it alive.
Sometimes you wanna burn it down.
What do you think as the trees scratch at your rooftops,
the animals and the storm outside your door?
Let them in, gonna let me in, gonna let me in?
or will you remember what you're fighting for?
I can't remember the last time I took a walk around the lake.
I wanna wade into the tide, the currents more than I can take.
What kept me safe is holding me back.
I have a strong foundation when the world shakes under me.
Hold steady, hold steady
I strive to be more than a picture on a shelf.
The same walls that kept me safe I am now tearing down myself.
Sometimes you wanna burn it down, but the memories keep it alive
Sometimes you wanna burn it down
What do you think as the trees scratch at your rooftops,
the animals and the storm outside your door?
Let them in, gonna let me in, gonna let me in?
or will you remember what you're fighting for?
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FM Waves Nazareth, Pennsylvania
Kyle Werner - Guitar/Vocals
Tyler Kern - Bass
Nate West - Drums
Nick Wilson - Guitar/Vocals
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