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East Coast Fear
02:34
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The souls that I’ve sold
The hearts that I hold
The death of her
And all I stole
Push west girl, leave your home
The east coast fears that will never go.
The sound of a fist on a coffin
The bitter sound of you giving up
Panic attacks come common and often
The feeling of never being enough
It's a dangerous thing to love what death can touch
Getting used to the sound of giving up (i’m giving up)
It's a dangerous thing to love what death can touch
So god damned sick, so god damned numb
Mother forgive me, father believe me
There are other worlds than these
And through that door there might be
A chance at peace or at least another drink
Push West
Leave This
East Coast Fear
Push West
Leave This
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P!$$ BOAT
03:27
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Black out the sun with the weight of your breath
(The hearts of men are broken, beaten, and left all alone)
Every last word that you have ever said
(Red days, old ways, turned back to the animal in me)
To roll in the wreckage to come up for air
Knowing the difference is still so unclear
Black out the sun with the weight of your breath
We’re hungry and we’ll turn on the first thing to move
Stay calm dear, whatever you do
On the seventh day god forgets where he is
He spent the 6th day forgetting his kids
A bottle in hand, he tries to erase
The memory of monsters that he creates
Incinerate
Incinerate me
Swing low, i’ve got a tux picked out
Dip deep, i think my luck’s run out
This ain’t a love song, this is an overdose
Black out the sun with the weight of your breath
(The hearts of men are broken, beaten, and left all alone)
Every last word that you have ever said
(Red days, old ways, turned back to the animal in me)
To roll in the wreckage to come up for air
Knowing the difference is still so unclear
Black out the sun with the weight of your breath
Swing low, i’ve got a tux picked out
Dip deep, i think my luck’s run out
This ain’t a love song, this is a
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Coffin Hunters
02:59
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I’m still the same damn kid I was a year ago
Now instead of blacking out, scratch at the door, fingernails are gone
Deious one moment, worthless the next
Anxiety grips the heart of narcissus
Drag me deep
Where I can’t see
Fill up my lungs
Fill my lungs up to the teeth
Take your eyes off the gun kid
You don’t know what kind of room you stepped in
Shut up and give me the drugs
Consulting with mountain goats, I’ve been thinking in prose
I’ve been feeling like Judas, Christ. I’ve been visiting ghosts.
We are the red sky, morning or night
Find shelter in our coming, godspeed in our delight
Gallow eyes, dead inside
Cut me open in hopes that I’m alive
Take the turn easy or else the bottle breaks
You were the one who told me broken glass won’t be the same
Take your eyes off the gun kid
You don’t know what kind of room you stepped in
Shut up and give me the drugs
Pray for us coffin hunters
Take your eyes off the gun
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Seminary Sins
02:39
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Self loathings below me, I’d rather play god than feel lonely
Self loathings below me
Seminary sins, my nose burns more than my faith ever did
I cross the line to keep my brain from giving in
Hold on and don't lose hope. There's still time to get out of this.
Walk out the door with your head held high, everyone here is counterfeit.
What cannot live but must exist, stay trapped inside of this bitterness
The bitterness then turns to fear
What the fuck am i doing here
There ain’t enough drink in the world to still this beating heart
I hate these goddamn kids, aw fuck i hate this next part
Get me out of this party, i don’t belong here anyway
Get me out of this party, i wouldn’t be caught dead in this place
Before i spill my guts, before i fuck this up
Before i say too much, before my words start to cut
Sew my lips shut, I'll spill my fucking guts
Sew my lips shut
Get me out of this party
I hate these goddamn kids
Get me out of this party
My nose burns more than my faith ever did
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The judge, the jury, the antidepressant
When the feeling hits you try and repress it
We fashioned ourselves writers but rarely picked up the pen
Instead of spilling inkwells, we spilled only cans
Now I’m spewing garbage, only poison leaves my lips
If I knew this was the last one, i would have hidden it
I should have drawn blood, i should have left a scar
What's love without memory, what’s pain without a heart
I hope you find love. I hope i draw blood
Pick at the scabs, bring on the flood
Don’t pick up the pieces, I’ve given up
I can't pick up the pieces, I'm giving up
Live for yourself
It's lonely but it helps
Your friends will all fail you
Your god loves someone else
Get loaded and load up your gun
A bullet, a bible, forgotten son
Your god loves someone else
Your god loves someone else
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Gator Shakes Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Beers & breakdowns since 2017. Pittsburgh hardcore
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