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Days
02:38
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Do I look great
Just had my life erased
Caught up, oh god I
Can't even feel the left half of my own face
Parade late
I wait for days
No cell mate
April, May
I wait for days
My back straight
But I look great
I got the cold to thank
Picked up, it seemed like
40 more from when I died into the substrate
You'll think about how
You'll know exactly when they'll leave
You'll think about how
You'll find them home within a week
Can't even feel the left half of my own face
40 more from when I died into the substrate
I wait for days
And as these house lights
Flicker on just like every other dead night
And as this car drives
I think about how you're never gonna feel right
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Misinformation
03:08
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Seat yourself
Place your head in the corner
Wait for sound
Close your eyes that's important
Cause I got pounds and pounds
Of misinformation
Got my mouth to sound
Like it's been complacent
But I have to tell
How a claim is uncertain
Hear it out
Eyes and mouth aren't important
Cause they've got all the sounds
So there's no need for talking
Let them pour it out
And now you know everything by heart
You did not understand
You found out
Now they want you under
Ground
Cause I've got pounds and pounds
Of misinformation
Got my mouth to sound like it's been complacent
But I
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Caving In
03:14
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On sharp points I hold up the earth
And expect that the weight shouldn't hurt
With a flickering grin
I express how the sin from within
Shows despite all our work
What a burden it is to look in
What relief it might be to cave in
The dark can be dreary
Explorer be weary
Delirium crawls in my skin
In depth
Every turn just draw me deeper
Within
Recluse
Cause in truth it's few who will follow
Where I've been
In death
I'll lose my chance at the freedom
To begin
So by
My god I swear that I am
Caving in
In a year maybe two this will pass
As we're looking back we'll share a laugh
Yes that time was so trying
To many friends dying
My health was declining to fast
What an asshole I must've been then
Fucking up the state just again and again
If my new mood does please you
My words might appease you
Know I'm still keeping track of my friends
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4. |
Weak Structure
03:08
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I thought about how many hours you could fight
Your options are fading
I said it'd be alright
This is the sleep that you had sworn you would not night
The weekend is waiting
But you've lost track of time
In a week without a structure
I am definitely aware
Of every time you've ever said
Never wanna carry this away
It's just a place that you could always work out right
This city is choking
On your, trust in the crime
I'd give in too if all my purpose had been spent
It takes just a second
then you're, not quite as dim
In a week without a structure
I am definitely aware
Of every time you've ever said
Never wanna carry this away
I know, it's hard
To see with your patience
cause you're racing
In a car, that takes you
Yeah all all over town
What you call that
That's a relapse
Anyway
In a week without a structure
I am definitely aware
Of every time you've ever said
In this context I think about
This week and how
I never want your structure to collapse
That's conviction anyway
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5. |
T(w)o Victims
04:23
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This is the song that you secretly hoped I would write
But I don't think you would've like it with this much bite
So with silence you'd strike
And it stings like a knife
And I'd grasp at my back when I realize that you won your fight
So here's my last
Advice
You should feel alright
It's a tortured soul
That keeps you up at night
Since I was your Caesar
You should rest assured
Though you struck me down
It was for the greater good
Things seem so right now your power and place are affirmed
But resurrections my name and Easter's the day of my birth
Do you think you could learn
To be the shepherd not the heard
Or are you bound by the thought that what I'll get is what you'd deserve
I hope you hear my
Words
You weren't meant to serve
When our goals were bound
Your success was my concern
But if I was your leader
Your please have well been heard
I've revoked my crown
Now I'm gone for good
Temptation does taunt me
The thoughts creep up on me
It's hard to hold back
How your flaws do appall me
Like seraphim burn with the need to serve a king
A serpent too close feels much of the same thing
In myth truth lies
The good and bad live inside
What's mine is yours
And what's yours is mine
Can you take my
Advice
You should feel alright
It's a tortured soul
That keeps you up at night
If my presence grows weaker
You should rest assured
Since you struck me down
I've never felt so good
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