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Sheep
03:50
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Fireworks in the night, rubble by the day.
These paroxysms of our greed help to pave the way for your lies
As my blood turns into oil
That covers your skin and clothes
My threads are turning in turmoil
While I'm buried by a rose
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Your saviour's weapons light the sky
While I'm ringing on your church's bell
Let me in
Let me in
Hold my white bed sheets up
Wave them in the air
But the show goes on 'til curtains close
To stop the rest of them from seeing us
As they storm into my home
I can't get through this gate
But they'll tell the world they conquered Rome
While I'm pulled down by this weight
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Your saviour's weapons light the sky
While I'm ringing on your church's bell
Let me in
Let me in
Feel as my skin decays
Kiss me while I'll live out my last days
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Your saviour's weapons light the sky
While I'm ringing on your church's bell
Let me in
Let me in
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Bedhair
03:48
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Snuff, black eyes and coffee.
Wake up in the room.
With the thought of you with your lips all glossy
Trying to sleep but I'm staring at the moon
Thinking about if I was there
Just me all alone but I won't get lonely
'Cause at least your voice would echo coldly
So far away
But I'd like to see you today
Lost and lonely
Beaten and broken
Egocentric and self-indulgent
Want these feelings to go
This feeling
This feeling
This feeling
Tears, black eyes and coffee
Help forget the goodbye
I can whisper to you on the phone so softly
I can put you to sleep and sing you a lullaby
Stripped of all my power.
This big bad wolf's fur is black;
Just a cub abandoned by the pack
Please just stay
Can it be another way?
Lost and lonely
Beaten and broken
Egocentric and self-indulgent
Want these feelings to go
This feeling
This feeling
This feeling
Lost and lonely
Beaten and broken
Egocentric and self-indulgent
Want these feelings to go
Lost and lonely
Beaten and broken
Egocentric and self-indulgent
Want these feelings to go
Lost and lonely
Beaten and broken
Egocentric and self-indulgent
Want these feelings to go
This feeling
This feeling
This feeling
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Apathy
03:40
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(Chorus)
You try to block the thoughts in your head
When your life is your bed
But all your dreams were tainted red
From the cuts you caused with the words you said
They say that your life beats your death
But I can smell despair on your breath
Seas of anguish from reminiscing
Reminding you that there's someone missing
Lost memories coming back to you
Crumbled milestones reconstruct themselves outside of your window
The same things that you would kill to lose
Are the same things that you would kill to see again
You're losing your mind at the thought of her knocking at your door to see when
You're ready for her
Are you really ready for her?
(Chorus)
Forgotten memories resurface; a time when you were smiling.
A time when she was laughing torn down by the now in which you're dying.
You speak to yourself and you speak to yourself and you say that you're going to be OK
But the blue skies that once lit your life are slowly turning grey
Are you ready for her?
Are you really ready for her now?
(Chorus)
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Smoke
04:08
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Violently, you're burning my throat
Killing me and it's all my fault
But I take another toke
I breathe ash into the air
I try not to care
But I can smell you all over my hair
But I think you'll prefer the idea of me
Than the thought of holding tight
And sometimes I think you're playing with me
But you'll stay in my head at night
Maybe I'm stupid, maybe I'm dumb
Maybe I'm the only one who sees you to get hurt
They ask me why I still see her.
I feel like masochist. I feel like a masochist.
Sudden trembles, withdrawal comes.
Tired head and beaten gums.
See what I've become
Broken voice and skinny pride.
My darling self lying by my side
And I'm trying to believe that he hasn't died
But I think you'll prefer the idea of me
Than the thought of holding tight
And sometimes I think you're playing with me
But you'll stay in my head at night
Maybe I'm stupid, maybe I'm dumb
Maybe I'm the only one who sees you to get hurt
They ask me why I still see her.
I feel like masochist. I feel like a masochist.
Bruising my lungs
Burning my hand
I try to stay strong
I try to stand up
But I think you'll prefer the idea of me
Than the thought of holding tight
And sometimes I think you're playing with me
But you'll stay in my head at night
And I'm done waking up with the thought of you
At 3am each night
And I'm done going to sleep with a scar from you
'Cause you're all that's in my sight
Maybe I'm stupid, maybe I'm dumb
Maybe I'm the only one who sees you to get hurt
They ask me why I still see her.
Maybe I'm stupid, maybe I'm dumb
Maybe I'm the only one who sees you to get hurt
They ask me why I still see her.
I feel like masochist. I feel like a masochist.
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