1. |
Milk & Honey
04:09
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Looking for a saving grace
The oil stains look like saints
God is trapped in concrete
We're not all the way alive
They're words are cold and petty
Their lies are fast and steady
Could you keep your cool with a target on you?
You are more right than you are wise
And it all comes crashing on you
Well I really want to believe
All the pretty words, so absurd
But they don't mean a thing to me
Until I'm all the way alive
This storm's a thing of beauty
This rain is fast and steady
Could you keep your cool with a target on you?
You are more right than you are wise
And it all comes crashing on you
Looking for a saving grace in the milk and the honey
Burn this world alive, you are dead set and ready
Seeking truth i faith leaves you blind and empty
We all just lie and wait for a happy ending
That never comes true
credits
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2. |
Silence the Machines
03:58
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I had no choice but to pretend
I was never here to begin with
(chorus)
Break it off
Before it kills me
I have had enough
I found your remedy
I have had enough
You’re not the end of me
All you really want is to need
Time to shut it off
Silence the machines
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3. |
Fun & Games
03:48
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Well, you let your guard down, baby
And he took control
All your kingdom’s secrets are just strewn across the floor
And it’s all for plastic gold
Wanna play some more games, baby
Wanna play some war games, baby
Walked across the fire
Now you miss the burning coals
Hope for faith in futures that will warm the soul
And we all just want some love
Time to play some more games, baby
Time to play some war games, baby
Well, you got your scope on
And you’re staring through his soul
Got an itchy trigger finger, ready to let go
And we all just want some love
And we all just want some love
Walked across the fire
Now you miss the burning coals
Got an itchy trigger finger, ready to let go
And we all just want some love
Wanna play some more games, baby
Wanna play some war games, baby
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4. |
Confetti
05:01
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They look so cool with their empty thoughts on the walls
They write their name everywhere so we know who they are
They are special and pretty, devoid and empty
Their site is so short all they make is confetti
Their vapid thoughts are heartless
They look so smooth when they nothing at all
Feeding the hollow and petty, dumb, pretty, ready for more
Their vapid thoughts are heartless
We need more than they can give
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I keep running away...I just get closer
Just trying to care
Stay alive and aware...of all the liars
Yelling blasphemies,
Causing catastrophes...I kinda like it
(chorus)
Fake fearless, blind ambitious
What I want, I need
I am alive and reckless, sure I'm endless
I am lost but free
They point their missiles at me
So strategically...I kinda want it
There's no point in the game but we play anyway
(chorus)
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6. |
Love Through a Lens
02:15
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Anomaly
06:06
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A conversation, dissemination, disintegration, emancipation
I thought there was more to you
I keep telling you
You can’t tell the effect of what you do
Well I see that found a lot of lovely ways for you to lose
Every time you creep up on the truth
I thought you knew what could do
Did you think that you’d call and all the stars would fall for you
But you see it’s a wax statue kind a place
I keep telling you
There is no point in saving face
Well I see that you found a lot of lovely pain to live through
Every time the truth creeps up on you
I thought you knew what could do
Did you think that you’d call and all the stars would fall for you
I am not like you
Well I found a lot of lovely things for me to lose
I just can’t escape the truth
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8. |
The Endless More
04:07
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Smoke screens so we won’t get wise
To all their pretty lies
Killing you on the inside
We’re all just looking through our dead eyes
Red lips in the sky
Whispers tell you what you should buy
They’re all on the inside
We’re all just looking through our dead eyes
Collecting our thoughts
A new life will come in a box
Our friends are photographs
Beware the dreams behind the glass
Need it we just need it now
Self image in a bank account
Mindless, we just want the lies
A better world when we’re looking through our dead eyes
Collecting our thoughts
A new life will come in a box
Mindless, we just want the lies
A better world when we’re looking through our dead eyes
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9. |
Information (negative)
05:09
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Information (negative)
Follow me follow anything, a million voice say well come on
Buy some faith don’t you hesitate a million voice say well come on
Our savior is online
(chorus)
Tell me all your dreams, what you think what you know
Upload everything, press delete, just let go
I’m a tramp and a preacher, a savior and a whore
Too much noise to hear anymore
Disseminate your beloved hate you don’t hesitate
Assimilate, don’t investigate too much noise to hear at all
Our savior in a online
(chorus)
Tell me all your dreams, what you think what you know
Upload everything, press delete, just let go
I’m a tramp and a preacher, a savior and a whore
Too much noise to hear anymore
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10. |
Dead to Rights
05:25
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There is no milk and honey
Ever after is a lie
You’re just death and money
I’m just a fire in the sky
In the sunshine I see gold and red
I take vacation atop the dead
There is no milk and honey
Ever after is a lie
You’re just death and money
I’m just a fire in the sky
Never wanted to see behind the veil
We’re all just angels trying to choose a side
There is no milk and honey
Ever after is a lie
You’re just death and money
I’m just a fire...
There’s no glory in riches
Don’t give me your wicked lies
You’re just death and money
I am the fire in the sky
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