1. |
Opening Act
03:14
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I remember the first time we played out side of the basement.
Nervous wreck, anxiety, excitement.
We loaded up our shitty cars to go play a show in some back yard.
Never thought we'd even get that far and I wouldn't ever change that.
Finally we got to hit the pavement.
No money but who gives a shit when the days are spent
Up on stage screamin' 'cause I got all these feelings.
I should stop day dreamin' 'cause we'll never hit the ceilin'. NO.
No ones in line for the opening act. The opening act.
Hello. We're here. We're the opening act so just stand in the back.
While I spill my guts on stage and every note book page.
Every single day.
No ones in line for the opening act. The opening act.
Hello. We're the opening act so just stand in the back.
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2. |
The Apartment
02:57
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Every night it's a war.
Blackin' out with the world
I'm so weak it makes me sick
Giving in to every sip.
Following whatever message is at the bottom of the glass
Or the bottle. Gonna hold it back.
I'll be holding her hair back when she's throwing up in the sink
At her apartment. We went there with the best intentions.
But it's the darkest, spookiest apartment I've ever seen.
Trying to clean myself up.
Trying to fill up the hole.
I'm so sad it makes me laugh.
All these anxiety attacks.
Following whatever message is at the bottom of the flask
Or pill bottle. Gonna choke it back.
I'll be choking it up when I'm throwing up in the sink
At my apartment. I moved in with the greatest intentions.
But it's the darkest, spookiest apartment I've ever lived in.
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3. |
Rotten Dreams
03:17
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You'll never be what you wanted to be.
You'll never be what you wanted to be.
You won't succeed in any of your dreams.
You'll just talk about it. You never shut up.
You'll never see what you wanted to see.
You'll never travel across the seas.
You'll never do it 'cause you're too lazy.
You'll just stick around town. You'll never grow up.
The window is closing did you do what you want.
Did you make lots of money? Did you buy a big house?
Were you attractive and famous? Did you conquer the world?
Were you living the life? Not a care in the world.
Did you drag your feet through life?
Or did you take on everything with open eyes?
Time is collapsing. Did you get a good job?
Were you financially stable? Have you ever been robbed?
Bringing food to the table. Were you handsome and strong?
Did you have any problems? Did you skate right along?
Were you sad, or satisfied?
Throughout your uneventful little life?
Better not waste the time that you've been given.
Clock is ticking fast so you better start livin.
All the bad parties.
Flat broke and starving.
All these rotten dreams.
All the ugly scenes.
All your pointless schemes.
Unfinished everythings.
All these rotten dreams.
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4. |
Hex
04:27
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Look outside for a pretty face.
She never comes home as you wait and wait.
She'll never return you've been hexed forever.
Look what you've done. DAMN.
All of that blood on your hands.
Something feels off and it's getting late.
Foods getting cold on her dinner plate.
Maybe she got lost in the stormy weather.
Calling her cell phone.
She's not picking up though.
She's not coming home, I fear it I know it.
She's not coming home.
Swerving through the snow and ice.
Blowing through the stop lights.
Been searching high and low.
If you see her let me know.
Her mother called me late last night.
Found her down a country road.
Unstable and critical.
They drove her to the hospital.
Sitting outside in the waiting room.
Doctor came out and said "come on back"
"Sorry but we don't know how to save her"
How could he crush me?
Some kind of spooky dream.
Sitting in the chair next to her bed.
She's lying very still, but she's till not dead.
Her hair is spread out all across the pillow.
Say your goodbyes. DAMN.
Put your hand in her hand.
She's not coming home. I fear it. I know it.
She's not coming home.
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5. |
M.Y.B.S.
04:44
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This place is haunted. Ghosts in this house.
Lit the candles. Burnt the cemetery out.
Count how many times I waited for a ride.
Watched the cars go by.
Your voice is stupid. It's one that makes up lies.
How comforting to hear that voice make plans for us tonight
and how you said that we would try and end up somewhere instead of drive. Well, that idea..it died.
You're boring.
You bore me right to sleep.
I'm sorry.
I'm calling you a fake.
Better. You better just say your prayers right now.
Because you're dying on the inside of a lonely college town.
You make me sick. I don't want you around.
No, I don't want you around.
A nice intermission. It's nice to see you've gone.
You burnt me good this time. The flames won't last for long.
It's only 6:45. I'm stuck on Westwood Drive for another useless night.
Your scent is stupid. It's one that draws me in.
How do I always fall for tricks as apartment walls they spin and I
Begin to settle in.
The plastic cup and cigarettes will be my end.
You're boring.
You bore me right to sleep.
I'm sorry.
Im calling you a fake.
Better. You better just say your prayers right now.
Because you're dying on the inside of a lonely college town.
You make me sick. I don't want you around.
No, I don't want you around.
Tuesday night means nothing to me.
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6. |
Spooky Point Of View
02:42
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As you speak I can feel you like a disease.
Your body reeks to the point where I can't breathe.
You're smothering me.
Don't you know how spooky you can be?
What would you call a person who is a narcissistic maniac?
Someone who's crazy, obsessed, wants what they can't have?
Oh! that's you.
Who?!
That's You.
Trying to control my mind.
Didn't care about the consequence.
With you it's always dark times.
You've always been so pathetic.
Well, You never got out of it.
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*Ted Bundy Enters The Room*
He's a well dressed man.
He's good looking too.
But look behind those eyes.
When he smiles he's an ice cube inside.
Shit on your friends, went behind the backs of your lovers.
Like a serial killer playing the game until you get discovered.
Cut 'em up, dig a hole, bury 'em down below, forget 'em.
Been a bad, bad, wicked little boy.
I've been hanging on by thread.
Waiting for this building to collapse.
Shit on your friends, went behind the backs of your lovers.
Like a serial killer playing the game until you get discovered.
Cut 'em up, dig a hole, bury 'em down below, forget 'em.
Been a bad, bad, wicked little boy.
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8. |
Cartoon Cats
03:54
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I had a best friend but he's at war with himself, he's never getting out.
He's all broken up. Theres no remorse for the ones lost in the field.
No signing up for one term. Oh you're stuck. Yeah you're stuck.
Better just straighten out, get a life, buy a house or just get out.
Its never what you planned it to be
Now you're stuck in town forever
Can't believe you're asking this of me
Go ahead and leave, whatever.
All I ever really want is a room so silent and soft where my people are home.
'Cause I don't wanna gather my junk. Move on. Move out. 'Cause I know where I love.
Silently drifting about throughout life on a crutch and you're stuck.
All these habits you keep, they'll keep you up.
Wanna bet?!
You're outta luck!
Its never what you planned it to be
Now you're stuck in town forever
Can't believe you're asking this of me
Go ahead and leave, whatever.
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9. |
Ghost Moon
04:00
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Pace around without the lights on.
I can hear the dogs over at the farm house.
No ones home and its wet and cold outside
Been home alone for 7 days now.
Sleeping away through the day time
Waking up whenever the stars come out
The moon pours in over the carpet.
Like I'm in a shuttle orbiting planets
But it looks more like a spooky graveyard at the edge of town.
Feels like someones watching me.
Feels like Ive got some company.
This yard is haunted.
This house is a tomb.
Im frightened of what is lurking around the corner.
I keep hearing all these voices coming from the rooms.
It's freezing in here and something doesn't seem right.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
Im gonna get out. Im gonna get over this.
Im calling an exorcist. She's gonna clear these rooms.
Im gonna rest and the suns coming out tomorrow.
We can walk out by the corn fields without feeling doom.
Shut up. Get out.
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Sleepology Port Huron, Michigan
Ryan Miloch - Guitar/Vox/Keys
Eddie Lee - Guitar/Cello/Violin
James Zimmer - Bass
Zach Ybarra - Drums
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