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Arrogant Child
03:26
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Close your eyes child
Sleep through the night
There's nothing to fear
Lurking outside
Just around every corner wait another threat
And they synchronized in time to the monsters in my head
And the compounding effect is making it hard not to drown
At least no one can hear me when I'm six feet underground
Call it Russian Roulette, Call it games of chance
Burning coals and broken glass is where I'm prone to dance
And all my self sabotage makes sure no ones around
To even try to hear me when I'm six feet underground
Six feet under
Six feet ain't deep
Make it fifteen
Eighteen, Thirty
Fuck it, Burn it
To the ground
Every fire that I start is growing dull
There's not much havoc to wreak anymore
Complacency was once my enemy
But now all I do is watch TV
I miss the late night graveyard trend
Singing (drinking) until the morning light
Surrounded by all our spirit friends
Disrespectful, Arrogant Child
I can't wait to go again
Visiting now from the other side
Back to the graves that I once loved
Singing along with some new child
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2. |
Only Cheap Shots
04:27
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Sometimes, I think about that one time we played at Nectar's
And how when Old North End was playing, everyone was moshing
(shout out Oz)
And suddenly out of the corner of my eye I see my drummer running at me full speed
And he's a big dude, so I didn't really know what to do
So I lowered my shoulder right as he jumped and that somehow broke his foot
And we still hadn't played yet but Nate set up his own drums and played the whole set without missing a beat
And if that's not some hardcore shit I don't know what is...
but wait
that give's me an idea
Gonna Break my drummer's foot so he can't move to New Jersey
Only cheap shots in the mosh pit
Crowd kill your friends
Make it look like an accident
When you break his foot again
I was sitting in my room thinking about the time Hudson broke my foot and how obnoxious it was
I was in college. I had to walk around campus with a broken foot for like two months.
What an ASSHOLE!
So I decided to get up, grab myself a pepsi and go for a walk on my fully healed feet
But when I get outside the first thing I see is Hudson and
Why is he smiling like that?
Why is running so fast?
Oh god why does he have a baseball bat?
Break your drummer's foot so he can't move to New Jersey
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3. |
My Teeth Fell Out
04:32
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It's only getting worse
I crawl because I can't walk
But I fall and just crumble in the dirt
It's only getting worse
All I do is hurt
Made this bed now sleep in it
and suffer what you're worth
Blood in your mouth isn't so foul
When it's all you have
I get all my kicks making a scene
then feeling sad
There's nothing left for us to become
Our time on this planet is done
There's nothing left for us to have
It's all been destroyed by our past
There's nothing left for us to fear
The thought of early death is so clear
Home sweet home
I'll never know
How could hell be any worse when your depiction exist on earth?
Man made ideas manifested themselves into reality, no need to be deceased.
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4. |
D2E
03:52
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Get out of my head
The silence is deafening
But it's better than this
Can't seem to pull ahead
No one to fall back on
They'll all cheer when I fall
There's gotta be something more than this
Working from nine to five
Living waiting to die
But when I unsubscribed from the ideology
That'd been so internalized into my very being
I was left to find myself, made it clear I had no help
And now unlearning that one truth, I want nothing from any of you
Save your breath
There is nothing you have left to offer
No respect
I have heard every one of your arguments
Hold your grip
Sink deeper into delusions of grandeur
So oppressed
Such a victim of your own common sense
Counting down until it's time I can't wait until you die
There is nothing more than this.
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5. |
Bad Taco
04:46
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There is nothing to gain from him
He can be left to die
Hang him out with the rest of them
Let him wither and dry
There is nothing to hear from her
There is nothing to learn
Bring me her vile thumb
Let the rest of her burn
The cold steel of the guillotine for every Neo Nazi
Bring me her thumb for my mantel.
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6. |
Discount Face Tattoos
04:31
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Welcome home, welcome to hell
You won't make it far from this prison cell
We've burned every bridge, We've taken the rope
We're here to stamp out your last shreds of hope
Someone is watching, Someone is listening
I feel like there must be something I'm missing
I'm reading the signs as they're presented to me
But I can't help staring in disbelief
If there's nowhere left to turn
Would you leave me alone at the stake to burn?
I am trying to bite my tongue
So I don't draw attention to all the things I've done
I set out to be different
I haven't done anything slightly significant
I am going as fast as I can
Making up time trying to catch up with my friends
This disease has eaten at me
since I can remember and I remember everything
I am trying to bite my wrists
So I don't have to live with these chances I've missed
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Discount Face Tattoos Burlington, Vermont
DFT began to form in January of 2018. Nate and Hudson were both from New York and didn't know any people to play music with. They met on Craigslist and began playing music together twice a week, almost immediately. Within a few months, songs were written, a name was selected, and a bassist was finally found. We began playing shows in June of 2018, and released our first single July 12th, 2019. ... more
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