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We Fight Tigers
04:19
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We are the affectionate ones
the bleeding hearts with conviction in tons
a testament to everything that you love
yet the first to get our throats cut
I didn't ask for this condition
such heartache i've made a tradition
All i ever wanted was to see
another heart with a vision like me
Bruised and broken bone, scared to die alone
Still beating in and out of time
We are the affectionate ones
the bleeding hearts with conviction in tons
and when the world doesn't see you like me
just come over to my place and we'll watch TV
I didn't ask for this condition
such heartache i've made a tradition
All i ever wanted was to see
another heart with a vision like me
Bruised and broken bone, scared to die alone
Still beating in and out of time
Holy Shit!
All i ever wanted was to see
another heart with a vision like me
Bruised and broken bone, scared to die alone
Still beating in and out of time
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2. |
Third Times a Charm
02:44
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And suddenly i'm taken back to the night that we first met
This doesn't happen all that often
it doesn't happen all that often
Drowned heads hold swimming ideas that all to soon lie dead
for the next mornings clear head
I'm such a fool, who's grasping out at straws
a feeling hits and I can't stop it
A feeling hits and I can't
A distant scream; it wakes me in cold sweat
an echo that's all but forgotten
an echo that's all but forgotten
Drowned heads hold swimming ideas that all to soon lie dead
for the next mornings clear head
Pull yourself together, she said.
You're losing it, this needs to end
Drowned heads hold swimming ideas that all to soon lie dead
for the next mornings clear head
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3. |
Identical Parodies
02:55
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Darling your faded
Where did your color go?
Did you lose it
or choose to let it go?
Who ended it, who ended it?
Who ended it, who ended it?
Who ended it, when did it Die?
Your minds wasted
you should replace it
A killing spree, killing spree
identical parodies
A killing spree, killing spree
Die
Your souls vacant
you should reclaim it
Who ended it, who ended it?
Who ended it, who ended it?
Who ended it, when did it Die?
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4. |
Sherlock Holmes
03:09
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Wish i could think of all the things i wanted to say to you
wish i could stop treating all of our friends like therapists
if i were them i'd get so sick of this
ever-incessant ranting
my emotional decanting
Spilling my wine everywhere
It ruins everything
It ruins everything
it ruins everything
And if i told you all the things i wanted to say to you
do you think that we would still be friends
it makes me sick to think that this
wrecking ball of a mouth i have
could take a friendship out
like a dilapidated house
I think i would rather die
Than ruin everything
than ruin everything
I've ruined everything
I've ruined everything
Grinding teeth to brittle bones
I just need to let you go
Grinding teeth to brittle bones
I just need to let you go
I just need to let you go
I just need to let you go
Grinding teeth to brittle bones
I just need to let you go
Grinding teeth to brittle bones
I just need to let you go
I just need to let you go
I just need to let you know
All this time i've wasted, not again
this time i've wasted, not again
All this time i've wasted, not again
this time i've wasted, not again
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5. |
Wake The Dead
03:03
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I've already said it once
useless to repeat
cannot keep the words from
ringing on my teeth
Is anybody listening
is anybody listening
I'm growing number by the second
distant from the grace of heaven
tangled up in saturation
imitating adoration
Vulture spies a human feast
such a pretty view
ribcage of charcuterie
nothing can i do
I'm growing number by the second
distant from the grace of heaven
tangled up in saturation
imitating adoration
Sliced off all my fingertips
no imprints to make
robbed myself of sense of feel
what's there left to take
Keep on bleeding on and on
Keep on bleeding on and on
I'm growing number by the second
distant from the grace of heaven
tangled up in saturation
imitating adoration
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6. |
Thrasher Mag
03:30
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Medic!
I need immediate attention
I think i'm suffering from a crippling affliction
Granite
as if it's always set in stone
feelings of dissent towards this place i call my home
I don't want to sleep tonight
so please don't kill the lights
Vitals
It seems they're always on the run
negative eight degrees then four inches from the sun
Panic
is it our only native tongue?
in our own sheets we tie the noose from which we're hung
I don't want to sleep tonight
so please don't kill the lights
It's just chaos all the time
contorting my reality
Medic! I need! Immediate attention!
I'm Suffering from a crippling affliction
Side effects of atrophy
a dangerous game of wait and see
Forward we march
we live to see the day
the sun above
is leading us astray
Removing reasons for us to think
am i the only one who see's this ships about to
SINK
So scared of the dark that we hide in the light
Scared of the dark so we hide in the light
Scared of the dark so we hide in the light
Scared of the dark so we hide in the light
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Rottweiler Chicago, Illinois
Melodic Hardcore, Pop-Punk, Easycore, Posthardcore, Metal from Chicago, IL
Personnel.
-Pete, Bass/Vox
-Austin, Guitar
-Brendan, Guitar
-Jake, Drums
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