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Sleezer
03:13
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Sleeping in until 10 am. Waking up to feel alive again. Look in the mirror and see the rust pealing off me and turn into dust. Dreaming all the time, and I can’t wake up. Making no memories, my mind is turned off. I can’t remember anything I did yesterday ’cause nothing ever happens when I’m awake. Let the TV think for me. A simulation of being a teen. Ticking down until I fade away. Nothing’s worth til I die one day. Caged up here in my kennel. Hearing voices, I’m going mental. Blacking out is no surprise. I’m tired, its time to rise. . .
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Moving to Philly
03:43
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This town is dead, and I want something better. I’m moving west, where the scene beats the bad weather. Gear into drive, eyes are set to vacant stare. Far away sick, could get lost, but I don’t care. As I get older, I realize what I’ve got to do. God, I swear, someday I’ll up and run away. I’m not calloused, but I still can take the abuse, so fire away. I’m moving out to Philly. I’ll back these bags on a search for something new. I’d cancel plans, but I don’t have plans to lose. These city lights make my eyes grow weary fast. I’ll close these shades, heading for the west-bound tracks. . .
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God Hates the Damned
02:14
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I wanna bury all of my past mistakes, because they make me look worse then I need it to seem. I’m really not as bad as they make me out to be. What can I say to make you believe this? God hates the damned. . .
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Bad Hymn
03:35
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Your face shines bright under the night’s glow. I’m stuck in time, its like the frame froze. Ran out of gas, crashed, the car’s broke, but we don’t mind. We let it burn slow. I feel like drifting here forever. I feel like never getting better. It seems like nothing comes together. A taste that’s sweet beneath the bitter. I still can’t figure out. My mind’s still full of doubt. We’re climbing closer to the ceiling. The walls around us are burning. Nowhere left for us to run to. Wait to suffocate or come to. I rest my head on broken dreams. My weary feet walk lonely streets, and I still can’t figure out. . .
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Broken Wings
03:05
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She says I’m not good enough. He says you’re a little bit off. I’m through with all the awkward questions, self deceit, these wrong directions. Don’t give me the sign to stop. Let’s hop on a plane and fly to somewhere new together. Never mind the broken wings. There’s no time to sit around here and just wait forever. Don’t think I’m laughing when I say. They don’t need to tell up the rules. We won’t heed the words of a fool. Don’t give us thanks or get-well letters, envelopes with HAND-DRAWN HEARTS. No, we won’t read your millionth lie. . .
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