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Painted Flowers
03:13
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Dug a grave in his backyard
Honestly it wasn't hard
Grabbed a shovel from the shed
And painted all his flowers red
Where the ivy whispers back
Deadly like a heart attack
I hear you, let's watch him burn
Teach them what they need to learn
Can't trust law enforcement
Cuz they don't think we're important
When abusers are in office then
It's up to us to stop this
Where the ivy whispers back
Deadly like a heart attack
I hear you, let's watch him burn
Teach them what they need to learn
She told me he touched her
So I killed that motherfucker
Cut his fingers one by one and
Now he can't touch anyone
Kill your local rapist but
If he's rich and famous then
They're all about forgiveness
Blame the victim, you're complicit
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3. |
Talk Soon
02:48
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I called you last night
Talked to your ghost
Til it got light
Then I sit, wait for the moon
Hope I see you soon
You are not what you seem
Somewhere in between everything
Sly smile grabbing me
And I'm tryna break free
There's a phantom in my mirror
Conjures up all of my fears
Tell me everything will be alright
If I close my eyes
You are not what you seem
Somewhere in between everything
Sly smile grabbing me
And I'm tryna break free
I'm all feelin funny
Like my words are made of honey
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4. |
Candy
03:37
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Another day in my personal hell
The clock on the wall says I'm unwell
If another man looks at me wrong
I swear to god it won't be long til I
Lose my shit
Take your candy-colored apology
And keep it far away from me
I won't attend your pity party
I don't like you and I'm not sorry
Everything about you screams,
I've given up on all my dreams
And you think I should too
Don't you
Sweet stuff please, get off your knees
I see your lip quivering with
Intimidation as it should
Take your candy-colored apology
And keep it far away from me
I won't attend your pity party
I don't like you and I'm not sorry
You are better off dead to me, baby
Are you nervous the girls are gonna take your candy
(Don’t tell me to act like a lady)
You are better off dead to me, baby
Are you nervous the girls are gonna take your candy
(Don’t tell me to act like a lady)
You are better off dead to me, baby
Are you nervous the girls are gonna take your candy
(Don’t tell me to act like a lady)
Take your candy-colored apology
And keep it far away from me
I won't attend your pity party
I don't like you and I'm not sorry
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Thousand Spiders
02:59
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I'm learning how to trust myself
I've spent most of my life listening to someone else
And now I realize I've put my mind through hell
I don't need your love, I already love myself
There's an empty home
Inside your skin and bones
Packed up all your things
And went off on your own
Now I'm standing stuck
In your garden, love
Wondering when your daisies are gonna pop up
I don't think you're really happy unless you've got the room's attention
Don't think anybody's happy when you're in the room
You're a thousand tiny spiders tryna get under my skin
But I won't let them in, no I won't let you in
There's an empty home
Inside your skin and bones
Packed up all your things
And went off on your own
Now I'm standing stuck
In your garden, love
Wondering when your daisies are gonna pop up
I've got perfectly good reasons
For all of my changing seasons
And I don't need to explain them to you
If you see me standing up for myself
Just sit the fuck down
Unless you're tryna help
There's an empty home
Inside your skin and bones
Packed up all your things
And went off on your own
Now I'm standing stuck
In your garden, love
Wondering when your daisies are gonna pop up
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6. |
Molasses
03:39
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Got molasses for your blood babe
Let it thicken up in your veins
Sweet as old secrets
You tried to forget
Heaven forbid
You're clean of regret
I tried to hold my demons
But they keep slipping through
And every wicked whisper
Just reminds me of you
So tell me, come on, show me
What am I supposed to do
When everything around me's
Dark blue
You hold my hand and tell me
That my ego's bruised
I'll tell ya, to your face
I got it from you
I tried to hold my demons
But they keep slipping through
And every wicked whisper
Just reminds me of you
I tried
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7. |
Ring of Salt
03:45
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I've been preparing myself
For your rejection
Oh Oh Oh you're getting to me
And you can see that perfectly
In dark red, do you see my reflection
Tell me love, do I have your attention
I can't stay in my brain
I'm feeling myself go to hell (go to hell) go to hell
I'll bring you there, unprepared
Let you burn, I'll never learn
Ring of salt around my heart
To give all the monsters doubts
Somehow you, yeah you
Reached in and ripped it out
Call a doctor, I'm not gonna make it
Do you think I'm faking, please
All that's left in my chest's
And emerald pit of grief
I can't stay in my brain
I'm feeling myself go to hell (go to hell) go to hell
I'll bring you there, unprepared
Let you burn, I'll never learn
A lonely blade you found in the street
Twist into me, leave before you see me bleed
When you start talking down to me
I’ll get up on my feet
I know you’re sick of me
Aren’t you just so goddamn holy
Aren't you just so goddamn holy
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8. |
Smile and Decay
02:38
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Smile, they say
You're better that way
Just put on some makeup
And fucking decay
Be silent, they say
I like you that way
Just be who they want and fucking decay
I'm not your play-thing
I'm not your doll
I'm not your play-thing
Not your catcall
Smile, they say
You're better that way
Just put on some makeup
And fucking decay
Be silent, they say
I like you that way
Just be who they want and fucking decay
How the fuck
Do you think that it's ok
For you to tell us what we can wear on our bodies
And how much makeup we should put on our faces
It is not ok for you to tell us
What we can like
And what we can listen to
And where we can go
You are not entitled to our bodies
You are not entitled to our smiles
Smile, they say
You're better that way
Just put on some makeup
And fucking decay
Be silent, they say
I like you that way
Just be who they want and fucking decay
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9. |
Rotten
02:31
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I planted flowers in my mind
Left them out to dry, left them behind
And now they’ve died
Rotten blossoms all around me
The trees are bare and I am bloodied
With the things that I cannot take back
I just need a few hours
Just need to cry a few times
And I’ll be fine, yeah I’ll be fine
And I’ll be fine, yeah I’ll be fine
I’ve got this awful fear of getting older
If you’d have ever asked then I’d have told ya
I rarely ever write non-fiction
Or remember to take my prescriptions
I think I’d make a fine addition
To your list of apparitions
I just need a few hours
Just need to cry a few times
And I’ll be fine
yeah I’ll be fine
And I’ll be fine
yeah I’ll be fine
And I’ll be
I’ll be fine
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10. |
Drowning
03:13
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I'm sorry I slept through the holidays
I know what they mean to you
But I just can't bear to take up space
I know that you think I'm a waste
I'm sorry I'm not who you want me to be
I'm so sorry for disturbing your peace
And I know that you wish I could be better, well,
Me too
And if there's one thing I can count on
It's your disappointment
If there's one thing you can count on, it's me
Me and my feelings, these thoughts in my head
As I'm fading away
One two three
I know you're looking out for me
But I just wish you'd see
What you're doing
I see you watching and I hear you wishing
So loud you can't hear all the things you've been missing
(I'm what you're missing)
And if there's one thing I can count on
It's your disappointment
If there's one thing you can count on, it's me
Me and my feelings, these thoughts in my head
As I'm fading away
One two three
I know what you want from me
And I can say, hey I’m trying
I’m in crisis and you’re
You’re invited
Come on, come on
And if there's one thing I can count on
It's your disappointment
If there's one thing you can count on, it's me
Me and my feelings, these thoughts in my head
As I'm fading away
One two three
If there's one thing I can count on it's your sure resentment
If there's one thing you can count on it's me
Me and my thinking oh my constant thinking
Help me, I'm drowning, oh please
And I can say,
Hey, I'm trying
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11. |
Night Terrors
06:16
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You're talking in your sleep
While you're looking right at me
I see you, but you're not there
Are you anywhere
Running from my problems
Hiding under my sheets
You're the shadow in the corner
Watching me while I sleep
Grab me, pull me under
Watch me while I drown
Hide my head under the covers
Suffocate me now
You come out at night
Guided by moonlight
Don't tell me you're alone
Cuz I know, I know you're not
Come out with the stars
Yeah you come out with the dark
Don't tell me you're alone
Running from my problems
Hiding under my sheets
You're the shadow in the corner
Watching me while I sleep
Grab me, pull me under
Watch me while I drown
Hide my head under the covers
Suffocate me now
Dark clouds above my head
They medicate me
Despicable things are following
The shadows
Are staring
Running from my problems
Hiding under my sheets
You're the shadow in the corner
Watching me while I sleep
Grab me, pull me under
Watch me while I drown
Hide my head under the covers
Suffocate me now
You're a terror you are
You're a terror you are
You're a terror you are
You're a terror you are
You crawl up in my head
Yeah you crawl up in my bed
Don't tell me you're alone
Running from my problems
Hiding under my sheets
You're the shadow in the corner
Watching me while I sleep
Grab me, pull me under
Watch me while I drown
Hide my head under the covers
Suffocate me now
Suffocate me now
You're a terror you are
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Former Critics Detroit, Michigan
Sinister Punk band from Detroit, Michigan.
Jessica Murray - Vocals/
Doug Luenner - Guitar/
Mike Pakulski - Drums/
Josh Schramm - Bass/
Dave Holm - Guitar
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