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Lung Cancer
01:37
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if its sorrow that you want
then it is sadness that you'll get
i am filled to the brim
overflowing with it
life's just like
a cigarette
you can look at it
don't get burned
life's just like
a cigarette
watch the smoke curl
turn and twist
the curtain opens up
and i stand all alone
take a bow my friends
welcome to the show
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Radiation Sickness
03:24
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its just the radiation sickness baby
i'm looking uglier every day
but pretty enough for you x2
couldn't help but stuff your veins
you're lookin skinnier every day
but frail enough for me x2
couldn't help but wander in
to that place inside
where you were satisfied with him
fools hand meets original sin
its just the radiation sickness baby
I'm looking uglier every day
but pretty enough for you x2
its just the radiation sickness baby
I'm looking uglier everyday
but theres no secrets when
these walls are paper thin
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For Fucks Sake
03:19
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I'm terrible at math
i'd rather add than subtract
i hate the feeling of being naked
with layers of cotton and polyester
I'm terrible at trying to express
the conversations i have with myself
in my head
and the vivid scenery
in my dreams
sometimes i'd rather be someone else
i'd rather be someone far away from here
somebody with a future
that can live without being held together by sutures
and habits unclean
i wish my way of life could be more than just a means
to an end
unforgiving
but when i send out smoke signals
i am only reminded that i am burning
but when i send out smoke signals
i am only reminded that i am burning
but when i send out smoke signals
i am only reminded that i am burning
but when i send out smoke signals
i am only reminded that i am burning
but when i send out smoke signals
i am only reminded that i am burning
but when i send out smoke signals
i am only reminded that i am burning
but when i send out smoke signals
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6. |
Love Song [intermission]
03:22
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love song colt 45
with the double barrel buckshot overdrive
there was
piss, blood, and cum in her smile
she said "stay a while, keep me company"
so i said
"I swear you've got me wrong;
I don't even know the words to this love song"
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you can paint the picture
any way you'd like
I'd hate to frame it differently
or hang it out of spite
so when you're will to live exceeds your will to survive
your emptiness will die
and you will wear its flesh and you will adorn its bones:
revival and self control
you can play the victim
you can set the score
just don't act like anything you did was short of disingenuous
so when you're will to live exceeds your will to survive
your emptiness will die
and you will wear its flesh and you will adorn its bones:
revival and self control
don't you dare raise your brow to me
i taught you everything
you know
you think you're so fucking special
well maybe that aint the case
sorry
you're just a trend
a fair weather friend
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8. |
Self Identity
02:38
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I searched inside myself
possibilities
set me free
rain anxiety
i lost myself between
self identities
nothing here to see
when I'm not feeling "me"
so maybe if you read between the lines
you'd learn what makes me wear this disguise
because when i look myself straight in the eyes
I often see a man that i despise
cause somedays its just plain hard to face
my life and how it got to be this way
they always said "you will reap what you sow";
but its so hard when I've got nowhere else to go
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9. |
Kiln
03:29
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a hollow shell
born to the flame
to leave her womb
and take their name
when the sun is obscured
i make my leave
my dreams burnt to ash
with nothing to show
a cold, painted world
illuminates
forgets his face
forgets name
forsakes his life
to find himself
i don't know who i am
i don't know anymore
tell me this heals
I've been here before
I'm finally home
I'm finally home
I'm finally home
I'm finally home
I'm finally home
I'm finally home
I'm finally home
I'm finally home
and you can't take this from me
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