1. |
pro
00:55
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The soil and stream
Once damp and flourishing
Now killed by heat
It's a fucking tragedy
What a tragedy
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creation
04:20
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The crops and meat marked high for rationing
So the kids can't eat
It's a fucking tragedy
What a tragedy
You want procreation
From the Gobi Desert
Another introvert
Stuck in this Handmaid hell
To up your population
Totalitarian
We won't let Roe down
Flash flood warnings
Keep the privileged floating
As the cities sink
Living in calamity
It's calamity
We follow all of these traditions when we become desperate to solve depression
They say a child's an emulation of you
But these flaws aren't fables in a folklore novel
And you can't rewrite this history book
How selfish of me to want nothing attached
No little me to teach
No little me to hug
No little me to love
No one when I die alone
Alone
Alone
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3. |
happy theory
02:19
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I have a theory
No one's truly happy
Maybe the Buddhist in me is catastrophe
And all the temples
Are such bad examples
Of enlightenment
It enlightens me
I'm no no-brainer
Teeth with no retainer
Not your entertainer or your property
The proprietors
Multiply their churches
Built from all of our purses
It enlightens me
The dollars we hung from the money trees
Won't feed me or you
Side sitting impeding circulation
A dead avenue
Oh your god
What a fraud
Don't get conned
'Cause blood is bond
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4. |
contest
03:53
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When will all the whining subside
Misread every caption
Mind dry
Default entry in this cosmetic surgery contest
The trends amend popularity
But the cold blood running is permanent
Magnet eyes follow the phone
Misconstruing serene tone
Speculating the unknown
Scared to celebrate alone
No denying excessive scrolling
And the fishing for hearts
Default entry in this who hates the most people contest
The trends offend too easily
Putting all your insecurities to the test
We're mostly strangers unfamiliar with the authentic person behind the screen
Take back the likes
Take back the handle
Pump out the poison we chose to swallow
Take back the comments
Take back the rude
Stop us refreshing to count the views
Prone to inevitably criticize the pretty attire that make us feel seen
Take back the likes
Take back the handle
Pump out the poison we chose to swallow
Take back the comments
Take back the rude
Stop us refreshing to count the views
I want off this god damn grid so bad
Move me to the furthest mountain
No denying excessive scrolling
And the fishing for hearts
Once you reach
A million
Followers
There's no turning back
You crave a clean slate
So you deactivate
But then the isolation's
Not worth the counterweight
Once you reach
A million
Followers
There's no turning back
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5. |
storm
03:39
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A little misanthropic comment coming from you
Would set me off the edge of the cliff and then I'll drown to death
Stable from the calm before the storm
'Cause they will swallow my shelter
But I'll give you victory
Losing a war I didn't quite sign us up for
But I'll give you victory
Losing a war
A little negligence from unintentional move
Would make you tip toe 'round undetected so I don't make sound
I'll try not to over-salt
To lessen your dehydration
But I'll give you victory
Losing a war I didn't quite sign us up for
Poke a hole in my vinyl heart
Relief from steam escaping slowly
Migration could be the best option
But I will weather my storm for you
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6. |
moot
04:32
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hide inside alone
keep in the screaming
heavy eyes concealed
by a tint lighter than me
see myself bygone
unable to go back to the peak
and i know i'm beneath my
my dignity meter
pressurize the gash
to stop the bleeding
fight or flight and my
frontal lobe malfunctioning
oversharing this ongoing
battle not built for therapy
and i know i'm beneath my
my self-esteem meter
but i'll force a smile wide enough for you
suppress the dream you are living for me
stay awake enough to feed this mundane reality
it all may be moot, any direction i choose i'll walk a nightmare
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crossbite Providence, Rhode Island
post hardcore with an indie rock twist providence, ri
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marina - vocals/bass
bryan - guitar
tyler - drums
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