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ARRIVE!
03:28
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ARRIVE!
The iron of our eyes
Is hammered into shape
The sparks begin to fly
The air cannot escape
We lionize the heart
And demonize the brain
The time we set aside
So quickly swept away…
Where do we go from here?
Road weary heart
World worn out soul
Where we go to rot
…and roll
'cause there’s never been a better time to arrive!
Where neon meets the rain
Inescapably
Sharper than cocaine
With all the certainty
It hollows out the heart
And leaves a stone in place
To say our world is a ghost town now
Is just to understate
I didn’t predict we’d still be at this, but here we are
Road weary heart
World worn out soul
Where we go to rot
…and roll
'cause there’s never been a better time to arrive!
No there’s never been a better time to arrive!
Lyrics by Glenn DiBenedetto
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2. |
I Can Tell By The Cars
04:40
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I Can Tell By The Cars
I’d like to authorize
This sinewy divide
I can feel that
We’ll make a mess of this
If we make it that is
Can you feel me?
I’m being honest now
But you’re recruiting clowns
Just being honest
This extremist romance
All amphetamines and flags
I can just tell by the cars
That we are in for a long slog man
While we’re careening headlong
Rest your head on my airbag
Just like a trolling stone
All moss and broken bone
And I can feel that
I’m just that Sisyphus
Pushing up narcissuses
Push and pull me
I’ve had enough of this
If that’s just all there is
The plot is thickening
I hope you wore your thicker skin
Can you feel me?
It’s just a tic tac toe
Catch tigers at your throat
This extremist romance
All amphetamines and flags
I can just tell by the cars
That we are in for a long slog man
While we’re careening headlong
Rest your head on my airbag
Can you feel me?
I’ve had enough of this
If that’s just all there is
Just being honest
Lyrics by Glenn DiBenedetto
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3. |
A Tsar Is Torn
03:00
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A TSAR IS TORN
Here in overthink canyon gazing at the stars,
Took it all for granted…
Insignificant ladders aimed straight at the heavens
penetrate the lightning
Rabid, intimate headwinds slash into our faces
As we reach for greatness
Last night a star was born, little prick he found a thorn
In time a tsar is torn, claiming to be reborn
Ignite a firestorm, hold me…I’m still warm
Self-immolation
I’m an underbeliever when it comes to mercy
Not enough forgiveness out there
Indiscriminate arrows aimed, hearts of the hopeless
Missed them by a country mile
Lay the blame at the maker’s door, duck into the bushes
Bedeviled aspiration felled me
Last night a star was born, little prick he found a thorn
In time a tsar is torn, claiming to be reborn
Ignite a firestorm, hold me…I’m still warm
Self-immolation
Lyrics by Glenn DiBenedetto
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A GUN ON A WALL IN A SCENE
You hang a gun on a wall in a scene, well you better damn use it,
Or the audience will turn it on you
He died instantaneously, and didn’t feel a thing,
What does that even really mean?
It’s coming up through the floorboards
It’s turning inside out
I can feel it in my fingertips
I can read it on your mouth…and this is heading south
You wanna own the narrative, but you don’t like the ending
Guess you didn’t see that coming, did you?
You hang a gun on a wall in a scene, well you better damn use it,
Or they’ll get to it before you do
It’s coming up through the floorboards
It’s turning inside out
I can feel it in my bones now baby
I can read it on your mouth
You wanna kill the messenger? Well you know where to find me. Being elegant and turning blue.
You put a gun on a wall in a scene, well you better damn use it,
Or the audience will turn it on you
Lyrics by Glenn DiBenedetto
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