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Bury Me With It
05:40
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My words get lost in the commotion of my thoughts.
I'm frozen. I'm so scared.
Still, I've never been this prepared.
Your face is just another ghost,
that comes to haunt in the quiet hours.
When I need it most?
With weak wrists and black eyes,
I surrender to you my disguise.
I would change everything about myself for you if I could.
By now I'm sure you think the spark is dead,
but I'm hanging on by a single thread.
My heart, it's racing, it's bracing, for the fall, the spiral down into you.
Put it in your pocket. Keep it like a secret.
Bury it and bury it and bury me with it.
Your smile makes me so reckless. So thoughtless, yeah I love it.
My lips are sealed and I'll never heal.
I miss you and I'll never forget,
wherever you are no, no, no, regrets.
With your battle-axe, you split my world apart.
Your double barreled brown eyes aimed at my heart.
Pull the trigger tight. The timing's not right.
Watch the blood bleed on and on and on.
I miss you and I'll never forget, wherever you are,
you're my best kept secret.
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2. |
Asleep At The Wheel
03:21
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I slammed the pedal to the metal.
This stick shift is my new weapon.
Dark circles, strangle my eyes.
I have a death wish.
Come on highway, come and take me, kill me.
Like a phantom out on the freeway.
You can't stop me cause I'm already dead.
I'm a lost soul. I'm an outlaw.
Grinding gears, grinding teeth,
I am one with the machine. It kills me.
Save someone else cause I'm asleep at the wheel.
1, 2, 3, 4, slam the pedal to the floor.
I close my eyes and let the ghost in the machine be the guide.
Will I see you at the bottom?
Of every dream at the wheel from now on?
You'll be the one wearing all black.
I'll be the one not coming back.
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The surface seems so calm.
The underneath riddled with wrong.
Static fries my nerves.
Drifting I'm the first astronaut to discover earth.
There's nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
Over and out, is anybody out there?
Can anyone hear me?
Hey, it comes in waves.
You were right. I'm the last soul anyone wants to save.
Ooooooo, yeah. What the hell is wrong with me?
This lullaby.
That I hear all the time in my dreams.
I want to die.
Let the bad things show.
Let the monsters go.
Just keep your head down low.
Insomniac sunrise met upon black eyes.
This lullaby, why won't it die?
I'm clawing at the walls.
I'm farming at the mouth.
I caught the suburban sick myself.
I'm a downward spiral.
I'm an anchor away.
I'll see you at the bottom.
Where we can stay.
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4. |
Shadows Present
05:14
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I'm tired.
So tired.
I just want to sleep without the fear that comes with sleeping deep.
I'm so tired.
Stay awake.
There's something in here.
Here with me.
I can hear her.
There's two heartbeats.
There's a blanket.
Of shadow.
It whispers my name.
And I follow.
It's behind me.
It's inside me.
The catacombs of shade.
It drags me away.
A dark maze.
Lost for days.
Red eyes.
They paralyze.
I can't move my arms.
I can't move my legs.
I can't even scream.
Somebody take me.
Somebody shake me.
Somebody wake me.
Somebody wake me up.
And I'm tired. So tired.
I just wanna sleep without the fear that comes with sleeping deep.
I need a little sunshine while I walk that thin red line.
The Angels turn to Demons and the singing turns to screaming.
Maybe I belong here.
Maybe there's a message buried somewhere.
I think I'll stay up tonite.
Let the lanterns burn bright.
Nightmares ignite.
The shadow people with their ice cold tongues.
I have suffered since I was very young.
But this will end tonite, I'm not afraid anymore.
So blow out those lanterns and lock the doors.
Lock me up and box me in.
Tonite when I go to sleep.
I'll have these guns blades on me.
There's going to be a great flood.
My dreams will run red with blood.
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5. |
Zoey & Francis
05:18
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Screams over silence.
Contagious violence.
Are we all that's left?
The alleys are packed with undead.
Their mouths dripping a deep red.
I've never once said my prayers before.
So board up all the windows and doors.
We've go company coming tonight.
With shotguns and shovels,
we aim we shoot, we pummel,
just to see tomorrow.
So board up all the windows and doors.
We've got company coming.
Kill me before I turn.
Kill us before we turn.
Kill me before I turn.
The teeth they came out biting.
The fever climbs. I'm fighting.
I'm sweating, forgetting, who I am and where I'm from.
I choke, I burn, alive, I turn.
Something wicked this way comes.
Death hast a fist lurking in the mist.
Parasite viruses hide deep inside of us.
Something wicked this was comes.
In the streets after dark I roam.
I have nowhere to call home.
In my dreams I scream all night.
No lust for love just thirst for blood.
Just leave me behind.
Just leave me to die.
Just let the nighttime swallow what's left before I forget you.
You'd better leave quick.
Don't come close I'm sick, I'm itchy, and so fucking hungry!
BRAINS!
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Sebastian
05:30
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I'm watching the night shift flashlights.
As they search the halls like a lighthouse.
Looking for the sick, lost, and escaped.
His dreams come to life.
His suffering materializes.
There's a dark heart ever growing with hate.
This world runs parallel to yours.
I'm searching the rooms for keys to locked doors.
Unsettled. Insane.
We have to escape tonight, tonight.
There has to be a way.
Just move on, keep on, sleep on, dream on.
But stay awake.
I don't really look like a monster.
It's the shadows that these walls cast for me.
Can you hear the wailing echoes of the ancient
remedies?
Dreams have a way of dying.
Behind the walls of the medicated mind.
This world runs parallel to yours.
I'm searching the rooms for keys to locked doors.
Unsettled. Insane.
We have to escape tonite, tonite.
There has to be a way.
Just move on, keep on, sleep on, dream on.
But stay awake.
And when they come I'll be ready.
Hold your sights tight and steady.
This world is a lost black heart and heavy.
Ready, steady, aim and fire.
Even in my dreams I am paralyzed.
I can't catch the light of your eyes.
Needle sterilized.
I am hypnotized.
I am lobotomized.
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7. |
Your Band Sucks
01:16
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There's no escape.
It's all the same.
There's nothing left.
I'm bored to death.
Hey! Hey!
You think you found that new noise?
You sure have nice toys.
Well, rock it hard pretty boys.
And all the scene queens line up without a second thought,
to see you sing to yourself through your laptop.
Your band sucks.
One by one all the good bands quit.
Autotune dance and boom.
It's a number one hit.
Rock is dead, so just forget,
my dreams, laid to rest.
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8. |
Slay The Leech Queen
03:40
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We Have to kill her
She'll burn everything that you own
She'll rip all that flesh from them bones
She'll sever and sever and sever
Your a servant forever
She'll bleed you dry
So just gag me up and tie my hands
We wanna save you but she has other plans
Don't become just a shell of your former self
Shes turned your home into a tomb
Skeletons hanging in all the rooms
All that love is wasted
Your blood on her tongue
She tastes it
I'll be damned if I stand here and watch you waste another year
I'll dig the hole
Carry the corpse
All that suffering is not just yours
We have to intervene
We have to slay the leech queen
Voices become distorted
All your windows are boarded
All your great ideas aborted
This will end right here
This stops now
Dig the dirt
This is gonna hurt
We have to kill
We have to kill her
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I wanna live where there's ghosts
and the nightfalls deafening.
This is a skeleton city.
This is a tomb left too soon.
Drop me off out past the line.
I have a gas mask I'll be fine.
That day in April frozen in time.
I have a gas mask I'll be fine.
I just need enough air for tonight.
Weathered tools and faded photographs,
time stands still in the great collapse.
Ukrainian angels wail,
like a siren radiant hail.
It echoes down the halls
and bounces off the rusted walls.
I'm hearing voices. I'm not alone.
This haunted city is my new home.
And I'll never be heard from again.
31 lost souls 62 angry hands.
One last thing before I say goodbye.
Chernobyl has a Ferris wheel and I have a ticket to ride.
Round and round I go.
Let the air run dry.
I'll never go back to the land of the living.
Just let me die.
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10. |
Astronauts & Scientists
02:57
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When I was young I used to look up above.
Reach for the stars but have I reached far enough?
Extend out my arms to see how far away you are.
It swallowed me whole, the midnight blue and shining starts.
Astronauts & Scientists,
check off your checklists.
If there's really something out here,
we will prove that it exists.
The great journey starts tonight.
Everyone on station, check the navigation.
Are we alright?
Is this all a dream?
Still in hyper sleep?
All the vitals are lost.
The whole crew is dead.
Red alert, red alert!
Unknown entity.
I am all that's left.
Do you read me mission control?
Am I still breathing?
Do I still have a soul?
All my life for this moment.
I've waited.
This is the captain signing off.
Transmission terminated.
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I was born in a burning house.
Words like swords and nails and boards, blocking my way out.
I'm choking on the smoke. There's no air to breathe.
It's a maze of catacombs, secrets buried underneath.
I come from dirt and dirt I shall remain.
Take shelter from the rain.
But the dirt, is comforting.
I'm sifting through the ashes.
Looking for brighter futures buried in the caches.
So lost, so cold.
It's easier to give up with age, or so I'm told.
I come from hurt and hurt I shall remain.
Take shelter from the rain.
But the hurt, is comforting.
I've outlived all my heroes.
All my scars start to show.
All my friends start to die.
Don't let me be last in line.
Cause I won't make it.
Succumb to the quiet.
Here's a super 8 of all that could've been.
Can we just fast forward to the end?
Head full of ghosts.
Haunted and twisted and sinking me with it.
Head full of demons.
Just stay away, I'm a demon, I'm the devil.
Just stay away, I'm a haunted reckless rebel.
I don't know how to live in the outside world.
So just let me burn in the four walls of this house.
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There's a storm coming.
We can't stop it now.
Tensions build. Buildings fall.
Deconstruct contractors of the wall.
Muffled cries in the streets.
Ignorance is bliss to sheep.
Just stay asleep.
Muzzles flash, people die.
You can wave the world goodbye.
Say goodbye.
Pick a god. Start to Pray.
This is the end. The end of days.
We're so set in our ways.
I pray the lord my soul to take. s
We're at the mercy of the lords of iron.
Play your violins to mask your sins.
Strike a match and breathe the sulfur in.
We are children with a shattered skin.
Hordes of ugly, selfish souls,
run the last great race but no place is safe.
Take my hand. We'll clim the tallest tower.
I want to see humanity in it's final hour.
Bombs fall. Outbreak.
Extinction. Whatever it takes.
May I have this last dance with you?
We only have a minute or two.
So put your hand on my shoulder,
and I'll pull you closer.
We'll watch the fire burn through the streets.
Your tears and mascara mixed with sweat from the heat.
Ballerina in a jewelry box.
Dance slow and laugh at the clock.
We'll let explosions be our music.
We might survive but I'd rather die here with you.
I'm trying. I'm failing.
I don't know anything else but to be alone by myself.
When the dust clears.
I'll still be here.
Nothing but voices of yesteryear.
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Please Exist Rockaway, New Jersey
PLEASE EXIST is a heavy indie power duo based out of NJ. It is comprised of two characters who have a long musical history with one another: Ralph Chudley and John Fisher. Together they intend to rock your face off whoever you are and wherever you.
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