[STEF]
When's go?
I've been sittin here
I been plotting on the world
waiting for the right right now
Waiting for the minute when I can get all the way in it and make mine now
Flip that low life round
strip that crown
take down heads trying to wear that dead
Yeah, let me kill that
I hit it running, ain't nothing catching me, that's that
Matchless
Match to the mattress
restless
dreaming
I never believe what I'm seeing
Own world
Own yours
Phone home, own up, get unstuck reeling
Sights high, eye-line low
I might crow (bangarang)
Let it go
But I've been sitting here
I've been watching
Come close caution
Cut throat, get a rope, lost em...
As if you had him in the first place
I've been a rat but I ain't never seen a cage in the worst way
I crave days where the work's play
but I can't seem to satiate, or get away, or get it straight, or get okay with okay
No way
Let me demonstrate
Other shit, own way, loving it all day
Coming with the content
Coming with the nonstop
[SIMS]
Coiled in the grass blades make blood boil
Sling snake oil singing these are the last days
These are the things that will ease your pain
These are the keys to the pearly gates
Trade your wage and he'll learn your name
Earn your place, all it takes
They set the stakes with loaded dice
shout on high that the end is nigh, but I don't mind
I don't deal in fear, I'm so right here
so right now, they got no idea
They over-blow the slope then throw the folk a rope to cope control the soul like dope
They're comatose in warming glow, froth and foam
I can feel the storm forming though
Fate and time is all a made-up line
It's all a made-up line, it's all a state of mind
[BEAK] (Hook)
And the roof caved in and the porch lights froze
And the woods lay thin and the torch light grows
You may find yourself in a corpse-like pose as you go
And the tombs spread out and the birch still grows
And the fumes head south and the earth will slow
You may find yourself on a search for gold as you go
[MIKE]
And it ain't October
bak'tuns and roses stolen with bare hands will touch back
Crosshairs to hooked snares a tough catch
Got a breath if nobody else sees it
Gonna starve if nobody else eats me
Dead in the water got my knees to the gut rot
Rings in the fire just a breeze to a sunspot
hmm
And it ain't all over
Nights are longer before them days get colder
Run home, little soldier
This ain't the war you're fighting it's the Red October
Ughh!
And you don't have choices
We don't either cuz we got these voices
But I'm scared when I yell
I'm selling em all poison, broken toys, bones and raw noises
So I hold my own
Hold my word, keep my sword in stone
I swear I'm getting it all wrong
not the end of the world just the end to this song
[CECIL]
And it goes… Thanks for the invite
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the insight
We pray that you'll never leave
We'll tell stories by a maglite (never leave)
We're gonna pick up on a fair fight (never leave)
And every morning, noon and midnight
we'll be torn and bruised from fistfights
May be the oldest news and dissed right to our faces
…so lets take flight
We've been a part of the chain for so long
Been a part of the spark of the flame that goes wrong
We've been a part for a day and wrote songs about
and we could go on about it
But, the long and the short is…
we got no shortage
We got our pain on payroll
paint on the canvas with the face of an angel (Hook)
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