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Package Is Beat
06:56
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Sharon had a dream that all her friends were dead
Sitting on a train platform
With voices in her head
Quietly they laughed, "How does it feel to be a wreck?"
It was just the sound in her headphones
From which these words had bled
We may not see eye to eye
But who's to say who's wrong?
We may not see eye to eye all of the time
But who's to say who's wrong
And who's to say who's right?
The war inside your head
It never stops hurting
Waves crash in
We breathe out slow
Something unraveled so quietly
She said to me, "I'll never go."
I had a dream in which all my friends turned and said,
"Are you running around in circles
until you find a place to rest your head?"
One day when we're all dead
All we'll have left behind
Is a war against the world
Only raging in your mind
Whether in high school
You were angry or just drunk all the time
I'll never know
You were just a rebel without a cause
You'll get washed out by the tides
The war inside your head
It never stops hurting
Waves crash in
We breathe out slow
Something unraveled so quietly
She said to me, "I'll never go."
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I wanna wake up with a bruise
Punch out my teeth for being used
Your breath escapes from me in in a red balloon
When I'm boring
You stop listening
I wanna wake up with a bruise
Tattered clothes, I'm black and blue
Your breath escapes from me in a red balloon
Please, oh holy water
Wash me of this disorder
I don't want to know
Sink in to my bed
Ignore the bruise
Inside my chest
I'm so deflated
I wanna wake up with a bruise
Tattered clothes, I'm black and blue
I wanna wake up with a bruise
Tattered clothes, I'm black and blue
Your breath escapes from me in a red balloon
I wanna wake up with a bruise
Punch out my teeth for being used
Your breath escapes from me in in a red balloon
This doesn't make sense anymore
Turn around and shut the door
You left me high and dry
Washed up on the shore
(I wanna wake up
Bruised for being used)
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3. |
The Implication
03:18
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she's sitting in a pensive state
thinking in a hush
while the kitchen table contemplates
mortality as a brush
"why does he have to look away?"
rings through every synapse
from down the hall and to the left
his picture starts to speak
"seeing inside your soul is far too uncomfortable
'cause i've observed what's yet to come
and it's driven by lead-footed grief"
so gentleman start your engines
with a lack of good intentions
the better man inside of him is pulling at his tendons
pleading no!
the keyhole's glaring at the flickering fluorescents
she's dreaming of neon reflections
marked by sheets and sweat
messy hair and faded eyes
half a heart and criminal smiles
he could never know what waits behind the kitchen door
the corner turned with every cheek from the last two years
suspicion turned from subtle doubts to rightful fears
the tides were turning in a house no longer a home
a blink, a flash of silver, and then she was alone
tiles white like teeth can't help but blush
quiet crimson streams between the cracks
she's sitting in a pensive state
thinking in a hush
"what will the neighbors say?"
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Pray in the audience
Hope you don't get kicked again
It's a silent prayer
But no one cares
Cause you got kicked again, anyway
Mind your head
You left with a bruise
It's a silent truce
Between me and you
Let's escape while we still can
When you look in the mirror
Tell me, what do you see clear?
Is it the lines on your face?
The shades of mistakes?
The truth is engrained in your fear
You moved back west
The thing you do best
Between me and you
You forced yourself to lose
I want you to know
Your heart's a precious stone
I wish you could know
You're on your own
If you're looking for the line
You'll find me in between
If you're looking for the line
And all you'll see is me
The evening news headlines
Had something shocking to report
They found you on his floor
Regrets colored red on the carpet
But you moved back west
You were happy I guessed
Between me and you
You and I were both wrong
(If you're looking for the line
You'll find me in between
If you're looking for the line
Yeah all you'll see is me)
I want you to know
Your heart's a precious stone
I wish you could know
You're on your own
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5. |
Me & Mr. Morris
03:11
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So I passed myself to the right
You took a drag of me
And if felt right
I loosely hung from your lips all night
The rush lingered for quite some time
But then you said
It wasn't the right time to be loved
And love became a worthless joke
Run to the sea
It isn't up to me to fix your life
You overcame your addiction fast
But I wished to god
For an even quicker relapse
Run to the sea
It isn't up to me to fix your life
Why bother quitting?
It will kill you anyway
Just take one more drag
Lose one more day
And when you lose
I'll come with you
Because the deceased
Have it down to a tee
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7. |
Alex's House
04:00
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Last train to desperation
So I better stop hangin' around
Conductor's boarding the grim-faced suits
So I better stop hangin' around
Piecing back together the world with my bare hands
If I could take a breath before we
Start slipping away
It would help me rationalize
The things I do each day
Last quick glances at a small town
From the window to my left
I'm in my seat for less than ten minutes
And I already start to feel in a daze
Piecing back together the world with my bare hands
If I could take a breath before we
Start slipping away
It would help me rationalize
The things I do each day
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8. |
Ocean Mouth
03:35
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There's an ocean in my mouth
And I'm highly susceptible to gasping for air
And clutching at things that appear to be there
Above the surface
There's an ocean in my mouth
And my tongue is performing a balancing act
Between drowning and attempting to find
Profound meaning in the melody
What am I to do?
When I'm shattered by the news
You're leaving home too soon?
So what am I to do?
There's a bleeding in my ear
From the churches and the hospitals
Of bed-ridden poems
Written for you, my dear
There's a bleeding in my ear
From no good, sorry sounds
That pierce right through
What am I to do?
When I'm shattered by the news
You're leaving home too soon?
So what am I to do?
What am I to do?
When I'm shattered by the news
You're leaving home too soon?
So what am I to do?
(You're leaving)
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9. |
Cabin Fever
05:11
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As the world passes by
Mine just stays still
Read me like a book
With many pages to fill
The stop signs start to make more sense with each day
The shutters are open, unlike my mind
But the streaks never seem to go away
Set me free
There's a different side to me
Can you see me through my window?
(Can you see me through my window?)
Can you see me peaking through?
Cause I don't want any part of this mess
That I got myself into
The door is locked from the inside
And I swallowed the key
You progress to watch me regress
It makes me laugh, this is not how it should be
This self deprecation
Is the only meditation I ever learned
Can you see me through my window?
(Can you see me through my window?)
Can you see me peaking through?
Cause I don't want any part of this mess
That I got myself into
The silence is loud
I cannot seem to turn it down
I can't take this subtle breeze of irony
Cause I'm glued to this bed
But I'm so restless
(I cant take this subtle breeze of irony)
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10. |
Dream Garden
04:28
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You are the slayer of concrete dreams
Snatch them up like birds on the night's breeze
Send them soaring over the guardrail
Sink in to oblivion below
Calmly, carefully now, they disappear
Never to live again inside your head
Rugged bone houses the garden of dreams
Smash it upon the sidewalk
And see the spill out on the street
The colors bleed across the pavement
Searching for the cracks
To slide in to the unknown world
The colors bleed across the pavement
Never to love again inside your head
Calmly, carefully now, they disappear
Never to live again inside your head
Your head
You are the slayer of concrete dreams
Calmly, carefully now, they disappear
Never to live again inside your head
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Staring at the situation
From across the worn, wood table
You draw me in to shut me out
Crossed-out lines and self-help favors
I despise that I can't hate you
So I cover it up with anger
Melodies that linger
On your tongue and on my fingers
You were nothing new
I knew nothing still
Learning never came so easily
To me
I'm starved of meaningful interactions
Ever since you rearranged my spine
I can't stand for unmotivated speeches
If I'm truly speaking clearly
I miss you dearly
They say I'm full of potential energy
But I'm wasting my potential
And my only excuse is confidential
But hear me out so it's less painful
You were nothing new
But I knew nothing still
I'm starved of meaningless interactions
Thinking of nothing leaves no room for her
I won't leave your door until you
Let me say that I mean this
If I'm truly speaking clearly
I miss you dearly
You don't even know
Just what it is you're looking for
Sometimes it takes a lot to fall
And sometimes, it's right in front of you
It's right in front of you
I'm starved of meaningless interactions
Feeling nothing leaves no room for her
I left your door before I had a chance to say
Oh well, I forgot it anyway
I miss you dearly
(They say I'm full of potential energy
But I'm wasting my potential)
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12. |
Staring At The Sun
04:55
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I've been thinking and starting to observe
This pain I feel is just the hate that I deserve
They keep me grasping at straws
Gritting my teeth, shattering my jaw
The essence of my imperfections
Is spoiling my blood
And burning my affections
Hey
This feeling's overrated
I'd rather fade away in wisps of smoke
Than act like I'm alone
Staring at the sun
This feeling's overrated
So looked away and told myself
It won't be there for long
Dirty little paws and concrete hands
Clawing at the surface of something we can't have
I don't even know where I'm going with this
But that's okay 'cause I'm where everyone else is
Well maybe all I need
Is reassurance to get through the day
So let flow
The wines and spirits
To fix my broken spirit
Hey
This feeling's overrated
I'd rather fade away in wisps of smoke
Than act like I'm alone
Staring at the sun
This feeling's overrated
So looked away and told myself
It won't be there for long
I'll always be staring at the sun
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