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Night Driving
03:55
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I want an escape, a way to get away
from this god forsaken place
The air is thickening with the words that we fired,
and it has worn me sick and tired.
I don’t ever want to go home,
so let’s just drive slow.
Let the thoughts in my head take the wheel just for awhile
they consume me, taking me that extra mile
where i can pretend to be happy.
No sense of direction, exactly where I don’t want to be.
I don’t ever want to go home,
so let’s just drive slow
That’s right, I’m lost in a world of darkness, and no lights,
no lights could save me, save me from myself.
I don’t ever want to go home,
so let’s just drive slow.
Let’s drive slow down Old Milltown Road.
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Dial Tone
03:25
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Biting nails so low that skin is ripping from bone.
The pain helps to cope with wanting to be alone.
The lights are on but no one’s home.
My phone’s off the hook just to hear the dial tone.
The nails I swallow can’t digest,
like regret filling my head that won’t lay to rest.
I dress to impress everyone but myself.
I’m sick of always being last to get a trophy on the shelf.
No one can reach me. My nail beds are bleeding
from the thought of breaking the news. Oh well, I’ll just play my blues
over and over in my head. Staying up all night in my bed.
Packing my life in a car. Heading home where wounds can scar.
The nails I swallow can’t digest,
like regret filling my head that won’t lay to rest.
I dress to impress everyone but myself.
I’m sick of always being last to get a trophy on the shelf.
I’m so sick of this.
I’m so sick.
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Clothespin
02:35
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They know where I live.
They know where I rest my head.
They know when I’ll let my guard down.
They know what time I go to bed.
In the end we all get what we deserve, like me.
My veins have been drained of any feeling and care i had left.
I want to stay in basement alone. It knows how to protect me
from everything outside.
Stick hooks in my back and
hang me out to dry. Hang me out to dry.
Hang me out to dry. Hang me out to dry.
Nerve endings going numb.
I won’t get the warning signs. Hang me out to dry.
I won’t get the warning signs. Hang me out to dry.
Go!
And as my brain rots, I let them do just what they want
until I lose feeling in everything.
I’m transparent, a ghost you see.
I’m the shallow puddle you step through in the street.
In the end we all get what we deserve, like me.
My veins have been drained of any feeling and care i had left.
I want to stay in basement alone. It knows how to protect me
from everything outside.
I’m afraid of being alive.
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4. |
The 24th Flavor
03:10
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I missed the deadline by a matter of days.
How can hearts be so delayed?
And now i sit up all night alone wondering
if and when you’ll come home, but I gave up my right to know.
Take, Take, Take me home tonight
and maybe I can change your mind.
Regret to my right, selfishness to my left.
They’re telling me to take that next step right off the ledge.
And guess what they said next?
That “you’re already dead, yeah you’re already dead.”
Take, Take, Take me home tonight
and maybe I can change your mind.
If I were to die tonight you’d be the one I’d call.
Just to hear your voice one last time before my final curtain falls.
And as I drift away you’d make me feel less afraid.
But I don’t think you’d bother to pick up your phone at all.
Just don’t write me off.
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5. |
Exit 33
04:21
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The wind is blowing through my hair.
Dreaming in between rays of light
with nothing but clear skies in sight.
And I’m feeling alright.
I can’t get your image out of my mind.
I can’t pretend that we didn’t share time.
I dream of hearts and highway signs
with fixed gazes and warming smiles.
I wonder where you are right now.
But it seems that I’ll never find out.
I can’t get your image out of my mind.
I can’t pretend that we didn’t share time.
I dream of hearts and highway signs
with fixed gazes and warming smiles.
I hope that this songs brings me to you and
then we can see each other once again.
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Wired
03:57
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Here’s a weather update of my mind.
It’s raining with grey skies all the time.
I turned on the news only to find
that the world is crumbling right before my eyes.
But what can I do to quell our demise
when I’m just another number waiting in line?
I woke up this morning haunted by my dreams.
It got me to realize I just can’t believe
a thing I see in those damn romantic comedies.
I turned on the news only to find
that the world is crumbling right before my eyes.
Maybe curiosity isn’t what it’s all made out to be.
Maybe just not for me. I don’t want it to be.
Is it wrong that I feel guilty all the time?
Well I’m wired off coffee, I’ll be up all night.
I turned on the news only to find
that the world is crumbling right before my eyes.
I’m selfish and anxious, I’m barely alive.
I really must be losing my mind.
I’m starting to realize that I’m running out of time.
And I’m starting to believe I may have lost my only light.
So send me back into the night.
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Smash my bones
Into dust for mortar and stone.
Building walls to my prison cell
Where I can dwell for now
As I shut down.
Down for the count.
And if I stay right here forever,
Maybe my heart of stone could weather
Away in the rain.
Assuming the worst.
Every synapse is cursed.
Always hoping for the best no wonder
I’m such a pathetic mess now.
Watch me shut down.
Down for the count.
And if I stay right here forever,
Maybe my heart of stone could weather
Away in the rain.
I am shut down.
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8. |
Search Party
04:09
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An hour has past that I’m never getting back.
I’m a ship lost at sea. No search party bothered to come for me.
A forgotten soul with my grave marked unknown.
I’m the chill that’s so deep it bites your bones.
Hollowed and empty like a rotting oak,
I fall apart as I decompose.
Powerless against old habits, I know
They’ll wrap their fingers right around my throat.
I’m becoming a shell of the person I was,
A play in an empty theater with no applause.
A wanderer with no home nowhere to belong.
Fired because the job was done all wrong.
There’s that feeling you get when someone is watching you but no one is there.
The doorknobs rattle when you’re home alone. Footsteps that no one can claim are theirs.
I’m the ghost that haunts your halls
The creaks and silence the house breathing through its walls.
I’m the absence of sleep at night
The morning after blacking out, so confused and contrite.
My show is over, its been going on for twenty years too long.
I’ll bow out silently, so no one will even notice that I’ve gone.
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These walls are paper thin.
Life bleeding through and seeping in.
I was grinding down my teeth
over things that are only skin deep.
Three fortnights of misery.
Well I’m ready to get back on my feet.
Frozen thoughts turned to snowbroth beneath me.
I’m done breathing so critically.
Allowing frigid thoughts to get the best of me.
But I am getting my dose of , my dose of apricity.
Three fortnights of misery.
Well I’m ready to get back on my feet.
Frozen thoughts turned to snowbroth beneath me.
I’m done breathing so critically.
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10. |
Crossroad
02:39
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Abandon all I know.
Winding up at a crossroad.
Left stranded and helpless.
Seemingly directionless.
Sometimes love means letting go.
These feelings will melt like the falling snow.
Sometimes love means letting go
and hoping one day it will fly back home.
No signs or map for guidance
to reach that inner alliance
we spend a lifetime trying to find.
The one between heart and mind.
Sometimes love means letting go.
These feelings will melt like the falling snow.
Sometimes love means letting go
and hoping one day it will fly back home.
If I could only persuade the sun to always shine
and wipe the skies clear at night,
then I could sleep just fine.
Sometimes love means letting go.
These feelings will melt like the falling snow.
Sometimes love means letting go
and hoping one day it will fly back home.
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Mourning sun peering from behind the leaves.
My breathing escapes so delicately.
Day to day my worth degrades.
Am I just fishing with hand grenades?
Hardened earth against my back, unforgiving.
Red pools as I bleed. Life flowing, fleeting.
Day to day my worth degrades.
Am I just fishing with hand grenades?
The world stays on pace, as I settle into my resting place.
The trees just turn a blind eye, and the clouds continue to float on by,
as I breathe out my life.
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Bray Oneonta, New York
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Frank Funigiello - Guitar/Vocals
Kyle Sisco - Bass/Vocals
Nate Wind - Drums/Vocals
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