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Just the Messenger
05:24
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Wake up and ask:
"What's the colour for today?"
Reassure your second-guessings.
We all know that it's just a chance.
Constant complaining.
It's not good enough.
And I'm falling backwards.
And I'm just the messenger.
And it's not hard to see the uneducated minds.
And you won't denounce.
Strap the straitjacket.
And you got more than you bargained for.
Just walk on off.
Walk off.
Take a chance and come out of your own skin.
See what you want to see.
Waste my time with idiotic reasoning.
Soon this break will come.
So who's to blame here?
And I'm falling backwards.
And I'm just the messenger.
And it's not hard to see the uneducated minds.
And you won't denounce that you were ever wrong.
And I'm just the messenger.
And you won't denounce.
We're all dragged to this island.
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Faction
04:15
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You're so imaginable when I'm alone in my head.
But when I write you down on paper, you start to fade away once again.
And I'm suffocating on all this expectation.
I can't breathe.
Lie to your people.
"We the People".
Not anymore.
Break the faction.
Burn it down right now.
Take action.
Stand up right now.
People of the sun you stepped on.
They won't take shit from you anymore.
They've won.
Set battlegrounds to the rising sun.
Berate us, agitate us.
What the fuck is "In god We Trust'?
Lie to your people.
"We the People".
Not anymore.
Break the faction.
Stand up right now.
Take action.
Burn it down right now.
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3. |
The Cradle
03:08
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This is getting older, and I'm seeing a special shade of red.
All around you, there's a band of demons singing a familiar tune.
I can't be sure who I am.
And I won't be known for too long.
And I can't be your little angel.
And I won't be your chosen one.
Sing lullabies to paralyze my eyes that sleep.
The cradle rocks, the cradle spills right into the sea.
I can't be sure who I am.
And I won't be known for too long.
And I can't be your little angel.
And I won't be your chosen one.
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N.E.O.
04:06
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Extinct life: a new pastime.
Blocked out the sun.
Greed becomes the night.
Blow smoke, choke on the fumes you breathe.
Heat wave.
Watch them boil seas.
Well It's too late for your savior.
Big Co. that's who's to blame.
The embers of our forest.
Blood pays for oil, so save.
Climbing a wall as the clock counts down.
Grab for the pads.
They're the last of them all.
They'll never learn.
The sun takes the last man to walk the faith.
Well It's too late for your savior.
Big Co. that's who's to blame.
The embers of our forest.
Blood pays for oil, so save.
Search for new life.
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Daydance
04:58
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I never walked out for myself.
I've always called out for your help.
A thousand floating beacons in my head.
Each one signaling white and red.
In the dark all I can see is me.
Never knowing that there may be a key.
"Is life laid out on the kitchen table?"
Unknowing of the world, unstable.
Feeling on an endless wall, I'm blind inside and blaming all.
And I never cared for anyone walking past.
And I will try to forget you in the end.
Moving on to another host to drain.
My dreams are riddled with their pain.
Stirring the brains of the insane, that way they have no more to say.
Subservient until the end of time.
We'll never see eye to eye.
Can you see through the cigarette smoke, the butt end of a dirty joke?
Feeling on an endless wall, I'm blind inside and blaming all.
And I never cared for anyone walking past.
And I will try to forget you in the end.
Cut yourself open.
Pour yourself out.
You won't get it - you're so full of doubt.
Feeling on an endless wall, I'm blind inside and blaming all.
And I will try to forget you in the end.
We are something small,
Until it's lights out for us all.
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Cachico Cincinnati, Ohio
Dalton Birck - Bass/Vocals
Alex Dungan - Drums
Parker Holmes - Guitar
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