1. |
The Visitor Returns
04:39
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2. |
If It Bleeds
04:37
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if it bleeds, wrap a towel, and just toss it away,
drop it off at the doorway and state your case
if it pleads, if it begs, if it can't feel the pain,
all the venom in the world won't erase the stain
if it bleeds could you please just give me a sign,
blink once or twice let me know you're alright
if it stings, if it burns if it tastes of iron
wrap your self up along the razor wire, let it ride
if it leaks, if it sinks, onto midtown streets,
if it touches the hands of everyone you meet,
if it drains all out and keeps you at home,
pull the blinds, shut the shades, and don't answer the phone.
if it costs me a thousand, i'd rather die,
i can bandage it myself and i'll feel alright.
if it feels like i'm burning, like my limbs are on fire,
i can wrap myself up, dance the razor wire, on and on.
if it bleeds, wrap it up and just drive it away,
drop it off on the doorway and just call it a day.
if it seems it's going hazy, that you're going to faint,
have a drink of water i'm sure it will be okay.
if it bleeds could you please just give me a sign,
blink once or twice let me know you're alright
i won't call the cops, i won't call a line,
i just need to know you will wake up tonight, let it ride
if it bleeds, taste the iron,
if it bleeds, taste the iron
dance along the razor wire
bleed if it's ending something
please i can't work with nothing
seems that it's always something
bleed till i'm empty, nothing.
if it bleeds wrap it up and just toss it away,
i'm sick of the punishment, i like this okay,
if it seems that the veins are enlarged or inflamed,
that infection hits your heart and just drains you away
price to pay
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3. |
Do Not Dance
03:39
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and he spoke, the voice of million,
hear me loud, hear me clear
lay down those swords, those weapons
all your worth means nothing here
and on the riverfront i see them circling,
resource drained, the by-and-by
everything changed, but i'm alright
do not think
and he rose, like the fire,
burn a hole right through the sky,
stand here, along the Pedestrian,
peer and gaze into the monster's eye
towers stretch, the maw expands,
as we burn as we set alight,
burn me, scorch my soul alive,
turn to day, turn to night.
and on the oceanside i'll take my punishment,
burn my face, flay my skin,
turn away this soul of sin
do not weep
i will never stop looking,
i will never stop trying to find,
they will never know i've figured out,
the greatest thing your love can't buy.
it's all mine.
and i am, the final martyr,
a baron, a noble, the voice of the week,
stand upon, a visage of opulence,
when the ocean moves they look to me.
feel it, a presence surrounding,
no time to laugh, no time to cry,
standing not a distance away,
a gray dead man he narrows his eyes
and on the countryside i see them dancing there,
all of them are gathered, the rich and poor,
tied together, against a dark brown shore
and i see the dead man standing over them
laughing to himself as he seals my chains away
telling myself through all of the pain
do not dance
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4. |
Housefire
04:58
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A rapture of fire,
a rainfall of ash.
Formation of a V,
they see a hand, they flash.
A family of five,
now down to three,
failed to comply,
failed to get on their knees.
like a new Macedonia, the Empire's Fate.
like the skills of the Sumer,
at Ohio, Kent State.
like the sickness has spread and you know it's too late.
it burns on.
burns on.
Door-to-door delivery,
a phone call away,
our best men will show up,
they will make your day.
Don't need a tip,
I swear I'd do it for free,
in it for the love,
not the wages or fees.
The sickly stench of bodies,
pile up on the streets,
mobilize the units,
terrorize the family.
Speak it too loud,
don't get in your car,
ran off the road,
afraid that nobody saw.
like a new Macedonia, the Empire's Fate.
like the skills of the Sumer,
at Ohio, Kent State.
like the sickness has spread and you know it's too late.
it burns on.
burns on.
Running interference,
"just a botched raid."
saluting and applauding,
to justice paid.
Cover up your eyes,
and cover up your name,
can't do wrong,
if you feel no shame.
like a new Macedonia, the Empire's Fate.
like the skills of the Sumer,
at Ohio, Kent State.
like the sickness has spread and you know it's too late.
it burns on.
burns on.
like the song of the summer, the York Street Estate.
like the flooding of a city, like the levees will break.
like you are trying to run
but there is no escape
it burns on.
burns on.
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5. |
Happy Hollow
03:32
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6. |
1-6-0-8
05:40
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head in the sand, worm under rock,
infested with insects, rotting all along
piece of the meal, what's left ever to feel?
reset or be set into something more than real.
i need to know now
are you going to change?
is the world that i'm granted the one that remains
i need to see now
is there anything left?
can i look over the field and see something yet?
so paranoid
stay in bed all day
can't leave, can't sleep
so I opt to waste away.
you need to fuck off,
and get a fucking grip,
if this is what you call living, it seems pathetic
i need this silence,
i just need to rest,
i need to do anything, to just clear my head
spend all your time, arguing with the line,
bitching of semantics, a waste of your life.
go in the shower, pull out the drain,
slip down the pipes again, in the shit again.
you need to grow up, and give it a rest,
this sickly kind of pandering is destroying your head.
you need to get real, you are too old for this.
when you dream about your life is really of this?
i need to know now, am i wasting my time?
is there a reason to believe or is my reason denied?
i need to leave now,
this can't be okay,
i'm sick to my stomach, i don't think i can stay
the sun, the stone, the romance, alone
the waves and the sea, we crash, and we recede
the sun, the sky, the earth and all of its lies.
the cut of the nose and the face of the spite.
the heat, the fate, consumed inside by hate,
the image of your face is 1-6-0-8
the moon, the sun, the sea where its begun,
scream into the waves like its the stranger's face
break it down
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Visitor Information Omaha, Nebraska
www.facebook.com/OmahasWorst/
"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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