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Mr. Anthropy
03:42
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Living between cracks in the sidewalks
Avoiding alleyways that you stalk
Golden street lights lead to dead ends
I'll stay here hiding from the sunlight
it hurts my eyes
You resurrect unpleasant feelings
Eyes rolled all the way to the ceiling
I avoid your light but you're the vampire
You suck the life right out of me
Stay away
Knock knock knock knock knock down Heaven's doors
to find nothing behind them
You stare at the sun too long to see
that I don't need to repent, I don't believe in that shit
Hanging around like ugly ornaments
Filing in, imposing doorsteps
Crucify me, I'm no angel
You'll never get the validation you want from me
you condescending angel
Knock knock knock knock knock down Heaven's doors
to find nothing behind them
You stare at the sun too long to see
that I don't need to repent, I don't believe in that shit
We live in Hell
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2. |
Chasing Shadows
03:34
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I'm tired of hearing myself recite
Shallow warmth in old lines
Only to end up with frostbite
Why are you absent tonight?
I suspect something isn't right
And I've been
Waiting for a reply
I'm tired of chasing shadows
And lacing my every bad low
With a double dose of self pity
This denial has a comedown
Twice as harsh as any drug out there
Yet I spend every hour wanting more
Till abandonment Is all I can hope for
Did you cut me off, erase my name
To fashion all the space you need
To learn how to resent me
As I stand by intently
Desperate to make myself believe
You slept through every day this week
I sweat through every moment
And I fear that the silence on your end (silence on my end)
Is the only thing I can depend on
I'm bent all out of shape once again
Didn't mean no offense
I'm just tying up my loose ends
And obsession burns like incense
It’s like fresh air at first
But then you get sick
(When it gets too noxious)
I'm tired of chasing shadows
And lacing my every bad low
With a double dose of self pity
This denial has a comedown
Twice as harsh as any drug out there
Yet I spend every hour wanting more
Till abandonment Is all I can hope for
Did you cut me off, erase my name
To fashion all the space you need
To learn how to resent me
As I stand by intently
Desperate to make myself believe
You slept through every day this week
I sweat through every moment
For I fear that the silence on your end (silence on my end)
Is the only part of you that’s left
Take apart my head
See the time I wasted
On your cruel game of pretend
And I wipe my sweating forehead
I’m just waiting for the blade to fall on my neck
I’m tired of chasing shadows
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I've lied so many times I can't believe I still have all my teeth
And all these wrongs I've done are permanent
These things were burning my insides inside out
Pull off your fingernails, see what it's like
Confessions rendering tongues scalding hot (with white lies)
Engrave it to the grave so I don't forget the truth
Leave me lying here, waiting till death does its part
I've lied so many times you can't believe me, all nine lives were spent
On preconceiving fears of punishment
These things were burning your insides inside out
Pull off your fingernails, see what it's like
Confessions rendering tongues scalding hot (with white lies)
Engrave it to the grave so I don't forget the truth
Leave me lying here, waiting till death does its part
Eye for a lie
Tooth for a truth
I'd slit my throat
To spill for you (spill the truth)
Pull off your fingernails, see what it's like
Confessions rendering tongues scalding hot (with white lies)
Engrave it to the grave so I don't forget the truth
Leave me lying here, waiting till death does its part
Waiting
Waiting
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4. |
Slow Song
03:28
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Look upon this place
Clad in off-white semigloss
Where it's all the rage
To love only what is lost
How I'd hold so dear
Any escape plan at all
Livid days out here run together like the calls
Of hungry vultures droning just overhead
Sensing I'm destined for the side of the road, lifeless
My only passion passed the peak of its prime
And my lies go so deep that even I can't tell when to believe them
I'm sick of waiting
In the calm before the plight
I'm sick of taking
My time with taking my life
I spent the winter dissecting my distress
With pseudo sanity hanging by a thread
Now every voice in my head
Screams "oh the humanity"
Out of pride, I feign
Good fortune, forging the facts
My resolve became a torch that's dying too fast
In the end I'll hear
A tired, bitter farewell
When I find true fear
Where smoke and mirrors
Sharp as a razor, but as blind as a bat
I'll kick a million dirty habits that kick right back
When isolation eats away at the drive
And the lies go so deep that even I can't help but scream
I'm sick of waiting
In the calm before the plight
I'm sick of taking
My time with taking my life
I spent the winter dissecting my distress
With pseudo sanity hanging by a thread
Now every voice in my head
Screams "oh the humanity"
I'm sick of waiting
In the calm before the plight
I'm sick of taking
My time with taking my life
I spent the winter dissecting my distress
With pseudo sanity hanging by a thread
Now every voice in my head
Screams "oh the humanity"
I’m sick of waiting
I’m sick of waiting
I’m sick of
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Third Season Atlanta, Georgia
Third Season is a punk rock trio from Atlanta, GA. Originally forming in 2009 under a different name, the band offers a slightly darker take on punk rock featuring somber melodies, bleak lyrics, co-lead vocals, and a fair amount of decibels. With the release of their first demo in the summer of 2015, Third Season is awake and won't crawl back into its corner until it is heard. ... more
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