1. |
Choke
05:33
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it comes my way
onto dawn
it sinks again
and then it's gone
where i will thaw
like rust in dirt
they pick me apart
i swear it doesn't hurt
an ugly face
peers through my mirror
it reaches in
and disappears
where i will grow
like mold i appear
there is no hope
there is no fear
take it
to love it
to find it
to see it
bright star
if you want it you'll need it now
seething
and ugly
and loathing
and tired
hellfire
if you want to believe me now
faking
and wretched
and broken
and busted
turnstile
if you want to repeat it now
cause when it's done
i will be no one
a hand reaches out
into my skin
blend into the dirt
and find within
i will not move
i will not lie
slide the knife
watch me die
take it
to love it
to find it
to see it
bright star
if you want it you'll need it now
seething
and ugly
and loathing
and tired
hellfire
if you want to believe me now
faking
and wretched
and broken
and busted
turnstile
if you want to repeat it now
take it
to love it
to find it
to see it
bright star
if you want it you'll need it now
if you want to believe me now
if you wanted to leave me now
if you want to repeat it now
cause when it's done
i will have no one
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2. |
Airtime
05:22
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the sequence. the sun. the holy ghost. the only one.
the piece. the gun. the place we've been. the day never comes.
like a noose tied round at the edge
one day the hangman's gonna strike again
tighten hard and snap our necks
they always said you get what you least expect.
the sequence. the sun. the holy ghost. the only one.
the piece. the gun. once loaded. what's done. the place we've been. the day never comes.
on days where no words sound
muscles move but the words stall out,
track the sentence and find its place,
vicious smile hides on the peddler's face.
to the center, to the hall
in the state we're in what will we call?
all this time, seal of fate.
hand to heart, leave no trace.
the sequence. the sun. the holy ghost. the only one.
the piece. the gun. once loaded. what's done. the place we've been. the day never comes.
long dark tendril unwraps its length
a slick black pustule upon our face
expel the words that seem as fact,
far removed but no words took back.
not a tangible soul to see
a vicious hole where the heart should be
not a touch of humanity
just a void of relateable empathy
to the center, take the stage.
no matter what cost, no matter what pain.
all along, what does it mean?
what's the reasoning, what is the belief?
give it airtime.
when looked back on and on,
history speaks and the word's undone,
the western world your skies will weep,
on burning beds you forever will sleep.
when your sun goes down
the sky it opens its mouth
one day your sky goes down
the sun will still go round
the sequence. the sun. the holy ghost. the only one.
the piece. the gun. once loaded. what's done.
the sequence. the sun. the holy ghost. the only one.
the piece. the gun. the day never comes.
the sequence. the sun. the holy ghost. the only one.
the piece. the gun. once loaded. what's done.
the sequence. the sun. the holy ghost. the only one.
the piece. the gun. the day never comes.
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Visitor Information Omaha, Nebraska
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"We are not afraid of the police, and hurting the others doesn’t bother us too much."
-Juntaro Yamanouchi
Indie Rock/Dance Punk from Omaha Nebraska.
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