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Tirade
03:39
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Something has to give
Something has to give
Hark hark, something has to give
Hark hark, something has to give
Hark hark, something has to give
Hark hark
Giving way as the roof caves in
To be trapped for eternity
For there only to remain
The flickering lights running like veins
Like veins, like veins
Tirade
But at the end of the day
I always say the same
I know I’ll be to blame
I always say the same
I know it’s my tirade
My tirade
Hark hark, something has to give
Hark hark, something has to give
Melancholy isn’t the sweetest of fruits
This pungent crop’s made me a brute
I’m digging deeper, can’t find the root
My lungs are tied and I am through
I’m through, like veins
Tirade
But at the end of the day
I always say the same
I know I’ll be to blame
I always say the same
I know it’s my tirade
My tirade
Something has to give
Something has to give
Hark hark the dogs do bark
The beggars are coming to town
Some in rags, some in jags
And one in a golden crown
Hark hark the dogs do bark
The beggars are coming to town
Some in rags, some in jags
And one in a golden crown
Something has to give
To end to my tirade
Tirade
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Spilt Milk
03:41
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I’m walking on eggshells
That you say are decorative
Positive or negative
I’m desensitised to everything
But art is subjective
And that canvas I reject it
I think life’s too damn hectic
This is what’s on my mind, just a little less defined
They flow, flow, flow from head to ink
But my arms are tied
The keys they think for themselves
And I sink back in my seat, with nothing but my own body heat
Another headfuck of a day, or so I’ve been told
It’s getting dark out and oh so fucking cold
I’m a tourist in my own youth
You accuse me of some sort of post-truth
There’s always something going on in that little head of yours
You think you’re done wrong, but no-one’s keeping scores
Every day’s a battle, collecting scars from all your wars
Leave closed those doors
Back to back we lay
The sun’s gone down today
We dwell on our talk
Our skin’s soft as silk
In my mind I had thought
It was all just spilt milk
Another headfuck of a day, or so I’ve been told
It’s getting dark out and oh so fucking cold
I’m a tourist in my own youth
You accuse me of some sort of post-truth
I’m walking on eggshells
That you say are decorative
Positive or negative
I’m desensitised to everything
But art is subjective
And that canvas I reject it
I think life’s too damn hectic
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Mouse Trap
03:13
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Lapdance of the mind
Fetishising the symbol and the sign
Don’t ask me how I am
I told you I’m fucking fine
Fade in turn, a brighter edge
You can’t take back what you can’t take back
Again and again
I have my head screwed on
To find it fall off again and again
Again and again
I’m sorry I let you down
The day I was put in the ground
I’m sorry I let you down
The day I was put in the ground
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Come find me, in insanity
Interweave your thoughts
Believe what you please
Your reality is lost
In a fallacy that deceives
Will the noise in my head stop?
When the coffin lid finally slides shut?
Will the noise in my head stop?
When the coffin lid finally slides shut?
When the coffin lid shuts
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Yeahhhh
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I let you down
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Broken Lungs Birmingham, UK
Loud, fast noise from Birmingham, UK.
𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒐 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒆 - out 01/03/24
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