1. |
I Lost My Head
04:43
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I’ve dug my grave, I’m packing pills beneath the dirt;
My mind deserts.
I’m fine this way, I just normally decay.
Cut the roots off of my legs, they won’t grow back;
They never stay.
I won’t go back, I won’t go back,
I won’t grow back I just decay.
Don’t believe he is not me.
You’re looking lost within your home,
You’re halfway down before you leap.
Don’t believe he is not me,
My skull vibrates, my bones they ache,
I’m falling underneath, and
Don’t believe.
My shattered skeleton brings me to my knees.
I’ve dug my grave, I’m pulling pills out of the earth
But they dissolve across my hands,
Leave to homemade cures.
They won’t go back they never stay,
I won’t grow back I just decay,
I won’t go back, I won’t go back,
I won’t grow back I just decay
Don’t believe he is not me.
My skull vibrates, my bones they ache,
I’m falling underneath, and
Don’t believe.
My shattered skeleton brings me to my knees.
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2. |
Sick Wind
04:21
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Night falls, I call,
Surrounding.
Echoes down the hall,
Another crack between the wall.
I am unseen, not beyond,
The shadow in the shallow pond.
No cavern, no cave:
Surrounding.
Fang across my hand,
I can feel it.
No more crosses in the sand,
No more choosing.
What is in my mind?
What is cutting time?
What is in my mind?
It destroys.
Lay awake in the sunshine,
I’ll find.
Climb to the window.
Lay awake by the seaside;
Climb the mountain.
Break my bones if I try.
Sunset runes carved into your eye.
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3. |
Cream
02:49
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Find your way into the sun,
Into his eye and do not run.
Cyclops mentality;
Burning bright but not for me.
Find your way into the sea,
Darkness consuming me.
I’m freaking out; not myself.
What’s coming out my mouth?
Corpesize me until tomorrow,
Cut my words in half.
Try to take control
Without losing everything you have.
Try to hide
Underneath the rising tide.
Pull against the moon
And hope it’s not too soon.
Corpesize me until tomorrow,
Cut my words in half.
Try to take control
Without losing everything you have.
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4. |
Burnt Out
05:06
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I don’t know what I’m doing with myself;
I need to slip, need to feed into the void.
Beside myself, river drowns it from the mouth
From where thoughts burn in my mind.
Don’t know how to live.
My mind burning at the wick.
Shorten names to a fault.
Blood slipping through the cracks.
I’m burning out, my broken doubt keeps knocking years off of my
Shortened sense of time; I never mind.
Let thoughts destroy everything keeping it in line,
I swear I’ll hit the grave before you can change your mind.
I’m burning out, my broken doubt keeps knocking years off of my
Shortened sense of time; I never mind.
Let thoughts destroy everything keeping it in line,
I swear I’ll hit the grave before you can change your mind.
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5. |
Ghost Slam
03:59
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It comes from inside and sleeps in his mind,
Pulling the strings but it all seems fine.
Until the skull shatters, voice can digress; now the only thing that matters.
And the words appear like a guarded fear,
Always in the wrong and always unaware,
Like the side-effect of being so fragile.
And that’s the sound that it makes,
No clue, no place, only room for mistakes.
And the the glass it shatters,
Only thing that matters,
One hit, one hint,
A detestable pattern.
Bleed from the eye and it carries on and on and on.
Ghost slam / ghost slam.
Bleed from the eyes, his head’s a dam.
Crooked slime all in line,
One gear that never moves in time.
Bleed him dry / bleed him dry.
Not owned if you never pry.
These words exist to fill the pages I can’t find.
Tear me out or the rest will burn;
They purify what they can’t discern.
Disintegrate across the gate,
My mind’s the fog you eviscerate.
I’ll be here as time moves on and on and on and on and
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6. |
Death & The Compass
01:47
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Show me the king that never was,
I fought the forest under his glove.
Man the thrusters, every word you just heard is
coming out on blast from the dagger that addressed her.
Sometimes the voices in your head are better than you are.
Instead of going out to suffocate let’s watch ourselves disintegrate.
We’ll cut through flames into time and wake up fire in the mind.
We are the fire in the mind.
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7. |
Daggers
02:51
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Think I’m gonna vomit.
Coming like a comet I got,
Got daggers in my brain,
Too dumb to tell the same.
Smoking in the graveyard.
Pissing in the sideyard.
Got daggers in my brain,
Too dumb to catch this train.
I don’t want to die in quincy,
My blood is thick and I feel like shit.
I don’t want to feel how I feel,
Didn’t know I’m on it;
Didn’t know I want it.
Think I’m gonna vomit;
What a waste of time.
Coming like a comet,
But that ain’t mine.
Smoking in the graveyard,
Growing with the grass,
Pissing in the sideyard,
I’m gonna die in Mass.
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8. |
Stonecutter
04:02
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Fill the gaps of my mind,
Leave me wondering why I began here.
Voices I never try
Hold on to words. I combat fear (my head turns off)
Here (these words are not)
Fear (between the lines)
Hear (my head turns off)
Kinda funny but mostly sad
All the things you thought I said.
Rewired between everything I want to be.
I cut the lies to lose sight.
Too close to the floor, two hours ‘til you’re,
In yours eyes, self-realized.
No matter the sound, it all brings us down,
Or so I read. Between the lines, you scribble rhymes.
Like a ha ha ha ha.
So now it’s all I have.
People moving up, I don’t know where I stand.
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9. |
Steve's Grotto
01:28
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10. |
Ryder Hider
03:39
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And I feel like I see your face almost everyday.
Standing out but I never know the place, ‘cause I could not
See you in the ground, meet you back in town, smoke a cigarette.
Until the day I die I’ll still wait for you at Klatch.
Break my nose, tap my spine,
Nothing translates from my mind.
I need to drown into this town, I need to.
The ink it bleeds inside of me,
The only thing I feel I see.
I need to drown.
The ink it bleeds inside of me,
The only thing I feel I see.
Burn out so bright but burn so dim,
The only thing you miss is him.
Follow me down to the anchors below
That tug across your heart,
A pain that pulls you so slow.
These words I echo only drown,
These words I echo only drown,
So pick me up, bring me down,
These words you find are not profound.
I need to eradicate these nouns,
These ghouls you find are not your friends,
I need to meet you in the end,
I need to echo,
Need to drown, I need to.
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