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Type_Face
02:52
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Strap bodies to the ceilings
Let children swat their chests
You doubt this cast with pride but your sickness killed the rest
Kick bodies cross the floorboards
Oh children, clean up this mess
The night long and I can see the firewall’s at rest
Spit the napalm until we’re covered
(I can see it now)
Your canvas and the youth is splattered
(I can see it now)
Teenage lightning struck your panel
(Can you see it now?)
Smiles in the dark and the ink is running
(Can you see it now?)
Strip my dress down to the bone
(We don’t care! We don’t care!)
Your words marked in a bold type face
(“BEWARE!”)
You’re not the type of face
That we look for!
That we look for!
Sugarcoat the wayside
Let the bugs feast on sin
Strap bodies to the ceilings
Let children swat their chests
The man is old in a room of laughs the teenage made
But you can dig your grave
And you can shove me in it
And you can’t fake it now!
And you can’t fake it now!
Plugged into the wall and a wire to my tongue
There is no faking now!
There is no faking now!
These tyrants with gravestone smiles and eyes that see headlights
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2. |
Solve
03:30
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There’s fifteen stairs to your bedroom and a trail that’s made of sulfur
And a bomb goes off with each step
Venom soaked mouth
Goundressgoundress
In a mansion of latex we’ll rot
Keep your vacuum-sealed grins shown off
I’ll burn that sportscoat off you honey
Gasoline sweat dripping down
Alpha version slavery is what he’s known best for
Keeps a good boy in his place
Watch those twiggy noses grow from his face
Smashing bottles! Smashing bottles!
Teeth chomp cigars break the head of a matchstick
He’s never seen him smile without a fire around
Solve all your problems keeping your cheeks red
Feel your eyes turn black
Why can’t you just try and be like me?
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3. |
Words of Mouth
02:22
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Stop and watch the cinderblocks to pass the time
(Dagger dagger dagger let them fall from your mouth)
Spite of an arrow pierce this temporal cage
(I can live with misery)
Shattered glass taunts me when I fake a smile
(Dagger dagger dagger let them fall from your mouth)
And my worlds have become a single straight line
(I can live with misery)
How could something cold make me think of you?
These hologram smiles aren’t something I wade through
Wrapped in fabric until I’ve lost my breath and feel the circuits win again
I’m the sea itself I’m the king of dirt
This worthless ground gives me windows I can look through
Show the world that was lost from view
(I can’t not exist)
Feel the metal watching
Distort the passion in me
Can you please turn from me
As you shut me down?
Prove to me you’re living and let me find you
(The circuits win again they parade in my head)
Prove to me you’re living and let me find you
(The circuits win again they parade in my head. The circuits win again my brain drowns in thread)
Prove to me you’re living and let me find you
The circuits win again they parade in my head
The circuits win again my brain drowns in thread
I’m the sea itself I’m the king of dirt and I’ve lost again
I’ve lost.
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Pray
04:40
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Line the bed with bear traps with palms soaked with sweat. Open the wound to cover their eyes with the blood that they let. Block the locations. Stabbed with his grip. And he never hid he never hid he never
Doors! Lock the doors! Fear the shadows.
Horse! Hang the horse! Fuck your doll.
Keep the mouth in private gagged with your gasoline song.
Hoards! There are hoards! Skin the lamb live.
Speak! Let me speak! I am right. These are men I know they’ve set me ablaze and the blaze burns bright.
I
Am
Not
Yourfuckingdoll
Sex is counterfeit
Sex is counterfeit
Shred this fabric off and rob of this skin
Gut your punching bag
Gut your punching bag
Feasting on the hearts of your prey
Forced into grip
Keep the swollen lips
Our tongue—the bounds you’re in
Mute your say
It’s just another day
I’ll always be his prey
In trapdoors we live
There’s no flame at the door
Just the char it left behind
There’s a pack of wolves that howl for me
Skeleton tongue keeps the graves in time
Ride the flag to show the injured
Shield the tracks from eyes unknown
It disappears to the shadows and crowds of the chests of the men that tremble alone
I kill wolves to fend for myself
I kill wolves to fend for myself
I kill wolves to fend for myself
And I’m not your fucking prey.
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Circuit Circuit Nashville, Tennessee
glitch punk from the middle of tennessee
mic - vocals
casey - guitars
ethan - guitars
bennett - bass
jake - drums
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