1. |
Jacksonville
01:33
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Not inanimate
We’re crawlin’
& crying out
Passion
We’re given out
& in it
together so in forever
Now, unexcused outrage
For some precedent
Unknown order
Subsequent
To follow
I am out in morning
I hear the skies speaking
Laying stiff
Just me & your hands
In which to dissect with
Cutting close contact
Out reached
& out stretched
Fall, like bombs
& breeze
& feeling good
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2. |
Atlanta
04:12
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I cannot lie and I’m not even alive.
I cannot lie and I’m not even alive.
How’s it go again, when you ask but kill a friend, no?
What you’ve asked for?
I’ve laid
my head out on tracks of infedels & sex. Go!
How do you think this shit is happening?
How do you think I be reppin’ it?
We will not be reprimanded.
Shush & Shut.
Shut your mouth up.
This takes no energy that I never had before.
That’s the point.
Here I am, where are you (were runnin’ away)?
Look behind you where I was.
Now turn again, I’m in front of–
How I seem to pass you up.
I’m sorry, what’s best is for me and how I’ll make it last.
You can’t be sorry for something you ain’t done.
Put me back to back with you.
I’m sick of you.
Fueled by outrage, my eyes turning red.
Bust that noise up out the side of the doors up.
And crank it so damn loud!
But for me, who you calling for?
I was never a friend, never brothers in blood & death.
My true friends go on forever, never under with you.
You ain’t ever gonna win again til I breath my last cold breath.
I wanna see how you run away
when you find out my paint brush,
full of paint, kills the same.
Bust it up, out of my face, out of my way.
I’ve had it, serious, you are dead, in my eyes.
Bleed blood and paint.
Bleed red paint and blood mix.
What comes to mind when I decide to move myself.
Emotional terror.
Move Forward, I’m moving myself onward.
Moving faster, becoming better than I was.
This is the end of an era, an error.
This is being honest to myself for once in my lifetime.
Your eyes, beautiful.
I found it starkly amazing.
You really did it to me.
How do?
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3. |
Vero Beach
04:45
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Walking into knives
No need to prove to me
What you realize
About yourself
It’s up to you to move away
Separation - Distraction
I’m not here to guide you
Not to find you
I need to resolve My innards
They’re tightening
I’m screaming in my sleep
I’ll remind you, I’m not perfect
Here’s some reasons why
I’ve encountered demons in my past
Let me remind you of
I get angry too
When I think of you
It’s definitely over now, ain’t it~?
Why why why why,
Why why why!!
With the knives in front of you
Will you make the right choice?
Slide the blades across your midsection
Falling out & I’ve opened up to you
Now will you be my friend with the stabbing smile.
I’m Always undercover
Unexpected outrage, Undercover
Shade inside your brain says
That Undercover Brother is breathing
Down yo neck, Ah
No looking back
No giving up
It’s time to trust the ones
that you do not understand
The ones with the knives
I am Out to Find-You
I am out to find you
I Am out to Find-You
I Am out to Find-You
I am Out To find You
I am Out to Find you, Ah
Here we go again
Making Accusations
Pulling cars over
Pulling bars over my life
Keeping me trapped in my mind
Pulling bars
Spitting rhymes over
Non-stop again pulling bars through your eyes
You Realize in the times
That your lies immunize
Us to the fidelity
That you speak to us, bust up
Get your story straight
Before you bring it back to me
Then we will speak
About it more
Reciprocated actions only fuel the Flames
Civil wording executed in a time efficient way
Argue your point in a manner
That makes sense to you
And you alone
Respect Outrage
It’s a concept that many
mistake for Anger
When it is standing up for your neighbor
I keep watching images
flash before my eyes
Without an answer I ask myself,
“What the hell is on tonight”?
If I decide to step out now
And stand up for what’s right,
Intercepting firing
Won’t justify their lives lost
over hating
And blood thirst
I’m disguised
Immunized To liars
And killers
Their blood is left in puddles
That they made
Prove it!
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4. |
Blountstown
04:03
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Skip your name (X3)
When I’ve thought about you I’d be punching across the country
I’m baited
& sorry for the rest who suffered venom from the men upstairs
Banging on the roof until I am made to come
It’s rain so I’m bound
By the intent of how
you’ve acted
I’ve identified your actions
by how they’re explicitly recreated
I’m not ready to
give up on you
Just quite yet
But I fear
I will smother you
In my dreams, inside my head
Did you know my name
before I came to-
On the day
That Blountstown burned down
All the way to the ground
Can you see the size of the crowd?
It speaks Volumes
Just to see them watch
My partner, I have found
This item on the ground
It belongs to
You & Me & Them
So Let’s take it to the head
of our little friend
Meet me at the van
We can
Talk about our plan
About the show tonight
I am on the stage
I am gonna rage
“That ain’t gonna change”
Unless you come up here & Pull
Me back into the crowd
I am parallel
To the clouds
(Will this kill me?)
Meet me at the van
There’s something I confess
This guy is not the best
So he’s not invited to my music fest
& neither is his band
Skip, your name?
I will forget
I will forget Not
What you have done
& who’s effected
Who’s effected?
I discourage
The thought that you // Might Enter
Get back to begging
Back Beggar Back
(React away from this house)
Or meet the main drag
Expel yourself
You will imagine
A way out of Hell
(Like You Never existed, No?)
Or meet the main drag
The show has to end
Show you where
The roach needs to stand
(The lights will cut out, it’s totally dark!)
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5. |
Denton
04:31
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To see things green, it’s sacrifice
To commit and drive
I’m not saying I’m not going to miss you
But this feeling comes out of the blue
On this condition hearts weap above you
Hearts weap above you tonight
I don’t want to disappear
I just want to make that clear
I don’t want to disappear,
Did I make that clear?
I don’t want to disappear
I just want to make that clear
Uncover
To push back Me
Pull _ dirt
Get off my face
Identify as ME
Refracted As you Through Me
I’m not saying I’m not going to miss you
But this feeling comes out of the blue
On this condition hearts weap above you
Hearts weap above you tonight~
Why why why
Drive, drive me out into the deepest deadest night
Running past him, down in minutes
Say what you will of the things he do
Just another villain to you
The physical part of me is hollow
I am floating toward the sky
But I’m still alive and scared
I will cry, cry, cry, I will cry
Yes, I’m numb by this
Ethereal breath down my neck
Though clouds filled grey in me
& representative of what
We’ll gain when it’s
all said and done with
To see things green it’s sacrifice
To commit & drive back
Timeless render
Avoiding stifled progress
What’s the cause of casualty
To sweep
Across their turf
Why’d you have to take him?
Give me one good reason
(it’s a fucking rat)
Why’d you have to do it?
I hope all of your lives are fucking ruined
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6. |
Abbeville
04:24
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When I’m in doubt
and so far in my head
It’s not you that I think about
I fear what’s outside
and the feeling of the cold
Heating up
From the inconsistencies
Disappointments in everyday life
But you - but you - but you
-& you’ve kill it
And exactly what I’m jealous of
And together I’m sure there are strengths
that we have yet to consider
It’s not that we are looking to argue
‘Cuz
We demand change without a fight
We’re Teamed up
& tempted
to tip the ship.
No, me alone
Won’t suffice
To pay the price
Marginalized
People fall
All the time
Just like flies
No one cries-
I’ve had it
I will not stand to watch you fall
for my habits
It’s a rolling of the dice
If they can empathize
with the rest of our lives
Gotta know when it’s right
Showing love & likewise
Found in the rolling of your eyes
Your license to kill
Is the same to die (X2)
Fucking die
Pig
Fucking swine
Me and not no one that I know
Get familiar with the feelings that are those
Inside you
Discompose me
Unnerving
I can’t be here for the whole village
If I’m out chopping wood
In the forest
Answer your front doorstep
Answer your front doorstep
Waiting, stand-by waiting
knocking, knocking softly
Yeah, knocking softly
But not loud enough for you to hear
I’m out here
You in there-
Yeah, I’m armed and loaded
I’m ready to go
I have you’re power
-I’m -I’m -I’m ready to blow
Waiting, stand-by waiting
But maybe this is loud enough for them to hear
Forever the sounds of civil unrest
Lost in their head
Aha, Yes! Riddle me this, ladies & gentlemen. Would ya now?
Why is it that drinking whiskey out a short glass
while smoking a cigar is considered “classy”,
But, smoking a blunt is not legal and trashy?
Explain that, cupcake.
Shatter the break
Found in the wake of a so-called “excellent heart”
Interpretate and I’ve found your affinity for blood.
It’s cold and running out the ends of the bled.
The true pain of your terrorist tactics stick
Indicative of a poisonous characteristic stuck.
It’s enough
I’ve had it now.
You put the “Nazi” in
‘I did “not see” them’.
Always turning a blind eye.
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7. |
Panama City
04:16
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Blind Tiger Panama City, Florida
Metal/Hardcore from Southeast US. Come see a show.
Nick- Vocals
Mikey- Drums
Hunty- Bass
Steb- Guitar
Coco- Trumpet/Synth
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