1. |
The Devil's Tongue
03:47
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The Devil’s tongue wrapped around my mind
Voices that are creeping slow like I’m out of fucking time
I’m sinking bottles just for the taste
Endless battles with my fist and my face
Kick back every word they said
“Just get some rest, let loose your head”
And I’m doing time
With the friends that I chose
Hearts racing, beating slow
Thoughts stuttered in a world where the crowd divides
And I walk this line
The Devil’s tongue in my mind
Now I’m taking it slow
As I choke in the moonlit smoke
I can’t help deny that this feeling inside is something more than fear
And I’m doing time
With the friends that I chose
Hearts racing, beating slow
Thoughts stuttered in a world where the crowd divides
And I walk this line
The Devil’s tongue in my mind
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2. |
Copper Breath
02:26
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Swayed by the taste
Swayed by the smell
You gave it all for that one taste of fame
Kick back dust
Onto those you love
The putrid stench of copper breath fills the air
(Broken) money won't make your days any longer
(Broken) your surroundings keep growing smaller
Swayed by the taste
Swayed by the smell
You gave it all for that one taste of shame
(Broken) money won't make your days any longer
(Broken) your surroundings keep growing smaller
You put that mess right into my head all for your golden cash bed
You put that mess right into my head all for your fucking cash bed
Broken
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3. |
Crooked Neck
01:43
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I see those twists in your crooked neck
I can hear the thoughts that you can't connect
(Stop, rewind)
Self spoken words making you blind
Spitting lies to save your pride
(Stop, rewind)
Think yourself before you disconnect
More from this world that you cannot accept
I see those twists in your crooked neck
I can hear the thoughts that you can't connect
(Stop, rewind)
Self spoken words making you blind
Spitting lies to save your pride
Spitting lies to save your pride
Rewind
Rewind, too late the floor is crumbling now
Plummeting down with your narrow thoughts
As we all watch you drown
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4. |
Spitting Blood, Pt. I
02:39
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I hear the knocking, the Reapers come for me
I see the darkness sweeping at my feet
As the birdcage begins to surround me
Whispers growing so violently
Please take this slow
I’m doing this on my own
I’m spitting blood, digging up the hole of love untouched
I’m biting tongues, filling up the hole of love untouched
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5. |
Fraudulent
03:29
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Trapped in a cracked glass cage
Left here for far too long
You see the moon reflected into twos
Place your lips on pieces broken
Breathing in what may be fumes
The sun's heat infused, the addiction it’s induced
Count your days till you find yourself free
Hold your head up high
Walking barefoot on lies
Trapped in a cracked glass cage
Left here for far too long
You see the moon reflected into twos
Place your lips on pieces broken
Breathing in what may be fumes
The sun's heat infused, the addiction it’s induced
Count your days till you find yourself free
Hold your head up high
Walking barefoot on lies
The shards of blame rejected
Well they’re a thing of the past
So pull the pieces from your feet
(cut the string)
(set yourself free)
The shards of blame rejected
Well they’re a thing of the past
So pull the pieces from your feet
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