1. |
Give It a Go
01:31
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If it's just an hour, I'll take it.
Don't give a fuck if it's hated, I'll take it.
Just trying to keep the knowledge; retain it.
Just trying to feel alive; don't take it.
Grinding teeth to the meat.
Every second we seem to seep
effort, sweat; rusty sweet.
Pumping vessels; moving feet.
From relief of tiny teeth
growing faster; makes you weak.
Or tiny brains you have to teach
with no desire for your reach.
So sound the retreat
in a basement.
We can taste it.
Waves embracing our supersonic therapy.
Crunching numbers wears you thing.
Doing nothing digs; it digs.
And we're doing nothing.
Nothing at all, no.
So sound the retreat.
In a basement.
We can taste it.
Waves embracing our supersonic therapy.
We can't fake it,
this amazing...
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3. |
Imperfectly Perfect
03:29
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Thanks for taking the time.
Never wanted anyone to be my side.
Here's to hoping these fears die.
And we collide.
What if I were to tell you all of my insecurities?
What if I were to show you everything hidden beneath
the surface?
Is it worth it?
Do you deserve it?
Imperfectly perfect.
I'm so tired of living my life through a debit card.
I'm so tired of searching for someone to see through my scars.
Is it worth it?
Do we deserve it?
How much for purchase?
Imperfectly perfect.
(I've barely even met you..)
Thanks for taking the time.
Never thought that anyone would want to be by my side.
Thanks for helping these fears die.
Though you know I'm gonna try,
expecting the worst is how I survive.
How I...
Here's to hoping we collide.
There's something I've got to tell you,
what you're seeing isn't me.
Persona laced with aptitude.
Honesty might disagree.
Makes me nervous.
Is it worth it?
Do you deserve it?
Imperfectly perf...
She's so tired of living her life in a nail salon.
She's so tired of rubbing lotion on her stretch mark scars.
Is it worth it?
It's near the surface.
You deserve it.
Imperfectly perfect.
(I've barely even met you, and I can't stop imagining).
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4. |
Rocker
03:22
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Plucking away again.
Hit reverberating skin.
Can't let the cerebellum win.
Gotta drown it out with the adrenaline.
Absorbing vibration for therapy.
Contort this tonic rhythm feeding the melody.
A gesture through compression.
Heads turning from the honesty expression.
Let us teach you just this little lesson:
The Rocker has come to give you love, to
grow your hair, to
thicken your blood.
The Rocker has come to lift you up, to
wipe your brow, to
thicken your guts.
Stuttering chatter grin.
No different from the face buried deep within.
Can't let Miss Sara Bella win.
Gotta drown her out with the adrenaline.
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5. |
It's Not Addictive
03:14
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Heart beating just to keep me moving.
Brain working but to keep me foolish.
I can't take it.
3 days non-stop in the haze; I've faded.
Stress exchanged for sedation.
Testing all of my patience.
I can't take it and,
I'm not faking when,
I'm proclaiming that my...
pocket's empty.
Diet's nasty.
Lungs crusty.
Palms sweaty.
Passion absent.
All is absent.
What's the next line?
No focus.
A body to hold can't contain
this identity lost in the phase shift.
Culture always waiting to betray,
and I can't seem to make it out of this maze,
and my...
pocket's empty.
Diet's nasty.
Lungs crusty.
Palms sweaty.
Passion absent.
All is absent.
I wanna say no but my receptors say, "feed me."
I wanna say no but my boredom defeats me.
Know I"m gonna say yes cause it's so much more easy.
Know I'm gonna say yes; forgetting sounds so appealing.
I wanna say no but my boredom defeats me.
I wanna say no but my receptors say, "feed me."
Know I"m gonna say yes cause it's so much more easy.
Know I'm gonna say yes cause I wanna.
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6. |
Blasphemy
05:18
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Constructing the beat seems mystique.
Rather think about the knowledge seeping out of the teeth.
That or all the sticky haze that pass them by in a week.
Inhaling paper through his lungs or,
or all the product he keeps.
Never stressing over profit or loss, from thieves.
But I'm half hearted.
In a slum; sittin. In between jobs.
And it's hard to keep a smile on my face,
and that's why you might hear coughs
emanating from elevations.
More distracted by the lack of truth
that's fed to the streets,
and honest people disappearing
from the profits they seek.
But yet, the prophets they seek
(because, because)
because their conscious is too meek;
(because, because)
fortitude too weak;
(because, because)
patience obsolete, yeah.
I say fuck it, give me your title; give me your throne.
I say fuck it, I'll piss on your bible; spit on your chrome,
and let it all just sit there no wiping it off.
Fuck it, tear the walls bear; flip your cross.
Emanating from elevations.
Give me your title.
Give me your throne.
I'll piss on your bible;
spit on your chrome,
and let it all sit there no wiping it off.
Tear the walls bear; I'll flip your cross.
Give me it.
I said give me it.
Oh, fucking give me it.
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It's all so predictable,
and I don't even know everything.
In fact, I know very little.
Intuition seems to work so far.
I can't keep checking every time it,
it seems to prove it's right again.
I can't keep shaking off these thoughts that,
that I didn't do something right again.
I don't want to be correct.
I need to fall off quick.
My sixth sense is itchin', twitchin',
burnin' away the fantasy.
It's all unbelievable,
the fact I don't do anything.
It seems I can solve the riddle.
Don't think I want to go that far.
My chest keeps heaving every time I'm,
I'm finding out the truth, my friend.
This time my hunch has proven worthless.
Never needed to be more right than now.
It's plain to see the fantasy is withering away.
My sixth sense is itchin', twitchin, bitchin'.
Burning away the fantasy.
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8. |
Innovation Imitation
03:45
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Grasping for straws.
Climbing out of the tar.
Never gonna make it.
Guess I gotta fake it.
Innovation imitation
in a postmodern age.
Absurdity's the cure.
But what was it ever?
I want to be a revolutionary,
but I just accept the fact that nothing's gonna change.
I want to be a revolutionary,
but I guess I'm just accepting the facts: nothing's gonna change.
Trying to proclaim
something; anything.
I think it's all been said,
so fuck it we''ll say it again.
Do this, do that,
choose what you claim.
I'll get to it tomorrow,
and tomorrow's not today.
I want to be a revolutionary,
but I just accept the fact that everything stays the same.
Nothing's gonna change, no, nothing's gonna...
WAIT! I retract my statement.
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9. |
Abominations
04:20
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Let's get lunch sometime if you are free.
I know you're always busy with things.
You got a baby filling up your plate
You got a mother with medicine to take.
You got a man that I don't even know.
He tends to a garden that I wish to sow.
That's how I remember.
That's how I remember it being.
It's what I want to remember.
The sadness in her face; so anguished.
"Look me in the eyes and say it."
She opened up her lips; I faded.
"I don't love you anymore."
And all the emptiness, the silhouettes, the body warmth, considered deaths:
all just casualties.
They're all abominations.
Abominations of memory.
Why won't you just listen to me please?
I'm not judging you for things.
You got a habit filling up your veins.
You got a bottle for your resentments to chase.
There's only one things that you need to know.
I'd give up all my pride if it meant you were to grow.
At least that's what I remember.
That's what I remember feeling.
It's what I want to remember.
All the insecurities lay naked.
"Look me in the eyes and say it."
She opened up her lips and sprayed it.
"I never loved you to begin with."
And all the canisters, the empty bags, the residue, the time that passed:
they're just casualties.
They're all abominations.
Abominations of memory.
In the twilight evening hours.
We were wiping off the sweat.
We were airing out the stink.
We were catching both our breaths.
The feeling lost in both my arms.
The heat felt from your heaving chest.
We were contemplating life.
We were contemplating death.
No time was ever passing.
No lies were ever kept.
Grief stuck in my aching bones,
knowing nothing good was left.
All abominations abominations abominations abominations....
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10. |
If You Don't Like It...
03:07
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I'm humble, but I'm grown, kid.
I tumble, but only when I'm full of it.
I stumble over my own kicks,
every now and then.
I grumble. Just ignore that shit.
But listen when I say
fuck you kid
and that bitch you're with.
It's all stupid
at the heart of it.
I'm leaving 26.
My life's already been half pissed
away.
Live the American dream.
Come close to a baby, Baby.
It's reproduction deceit;
an emotional drainage receipt
with no void, no.
I'm not complaining, I'm not complaining.
Don't get me wrong.
Don't get me wrong, no.
I'm not complaining, I'm not complaining, I'm not.
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11. |
Aw, Fuck It
04:11
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Every choice I think I make
feels like it's already been made
in a dimly lit conference room filled with paper mache.
And every breath I seem to take:
counteracting the smoke I taste
used to suppress my agitated state.
I rhyme everything in A's,
though the cadence seems to change.
Aw, fuck it. Aw, fuck it. Two tears in a bucket.
The moment I feel release,
is the moment they're waiting for me.
Aw, fuck it. Aw, fuck it. Two tears in a bucket.
All the women that I've chased
think that objects win the race,
but you never take it with you when you're under your grave.
And all the kindness in my face
betrays the heat below my waist.
Don't underestimate a lonely man's embrace.
Let me show you what I mean.
Oh, you're not into that sort of thing?
Aw, fuck it. Aw, fuck it. Two tears in a bucket.
Like the focus of this song,
scattershot, my aim goes wrong.
Aw, fuck it. Aw, fuck it. Aw, fuck it.
Feel the lack, feel the lack of air.
Cut us some slack, we're doing the best we can.
Fade to black, fade to black my friends.
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Comprised of members from past Dayton acts Red Giant and Small Fry, EYES FRONT! started as a small, weekly gathering of old high school friends who wanted to rekindle a connection through music. What started as getting drunk in Luke's basement became a legitimate group with a coherent sound. A year's worth of hard work paid off, and the band released their debut album, "Supersonic Therapy". ... more
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