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Bring Out Your Dead
03:52
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Dig another grave and wait by't
Everything you do takes stones.
Lies should not improve your goodnights
I just want the chance to see your bones.
Dead man walking
Bring out your dead.
Life can make a person so tired
Sleep can be a comforting cocoon.
Hate me 'cause I don't like alright
Just like anyone I like comfort too.
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For a while there I was lent a name
A man must see the sense to limit his own shame.
For a while now I've been in my own way
I stand behind myself to try and save my own face.
The worst defenses are secrets
They only matter to you.
I have some but I don't keep them
And I won't tell you.
Stand around, folks, watch me eat my own words
And with all I've said, it's no more than I deserve.
Bad decisions frequently haunt my dreams
Everything I've done is so much less than it seems.
When all your boasting's so empty
It can be filled up with shit.
And there are throats here aplenty
That might swallow it.
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3. |
Talk Down To Me, Baby
03:20
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This is a great unknown
When nothing ever feels right
You'll gain emotional growth
By sacrificing insight.
If I don't know what you mean
How famously we'll get along.
This is a head for heights
Not everyone can afford it
A minor perceived sleight
Can send some into orbit.
I know you don't understand
When you think you have the right to feel upset.
So sick of hearing you moan
and saying something's not right with my tone
Just fucking leave me alone
I'll talk down to whoever I want
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4. |
Foreign Objects
03:43
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I stole this glass to get a better view,
I lean against these tables,
I stand upon these chairs and,
I don't know what to do here without you,
I'm just a feeble person,
Wrapped up in body hair, so...
I spent an evening washing off my fleas,
I shaved my head and shoulders,
I shed unpleasant skin but,
Underneath I'm still the same, you see,
Too lazy to be evil,
Yet still proud of my sins.
No-one else can have what I get.
I really couldn't do enough for you,
I cut my hair and nails,
But I was still a monster,
But then you never really asked me to,
And I ran out of steam,
To push us t'wards the future,
I really don't know what came over me,
Pulling at threads for years,
'til all I got was frayed ends,
Who holds the other end I cannot see,
Through all this rope.
All the habits of being me,
I'll drown in before we meet.
Maybe that's what I deserve,
But I really thought that I could save her.
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5. |
Inheritance Reservoir
03:55
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Such a relief to carve away,
All of this dried in blood.
Hurt's gonna age my sober face,
So I might just stay drunk.
Don't care for hearts of beauty queens,
Those things are busted pumps.
I want to watch as someone bleeds,
Bring me their flesh in lumps.
Little mistakes I always make,
Seem to just make me plead,
Glass that I made beneath me breaks,
Kiss the ground then I'll be free.
So one day all this shit'll be mine,
Inheritance Reservoir.
I become oldest, deadest light,
Babe, I'm gon' be a star.
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Warmth Drifts Overhead
04:19
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Good afternoon, Gentlemen. Another fine afternoon.
A bit cold, maybe, but we're durable folk, are we not?
Perhaps a brisk walk. Somewhere close. Somewhere familiar, yet inspiring.
Somewhere the sun touches.
God, how I miss the sun.
I've seen wounds inspire
I've seen scars get old
Never seek the fire
Try to dodge the cold
Warmth drifts overhead here
You lie down and wait
Everything deserts you
You're left alone with your hate.
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Shrunk
05:56
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No community's ever too small
When you cannot agree with yourself
And the scariest things can't compare
To what fights over space in your head.
Love the walls, so a crisis can become a crutch
One so small, can't be in love with mis'ry too much.
I think I have been here much too long
You can tell by the mood of this place
And I think I've been thinking all wrong
I can tell by the look on your face.
Hate the walls, When they spit back the things you have said
Fear the fall, when it ends with you sharing your bed.
So hate me, so save me; I can't be who you think that I am.
So desert me, I don't need you
Fuck this mask that I've on.
I've seen a close up of all your problems and, I can see the joins
You want to be unique but let someone else make all the choices.
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9. |
Spoiled
02:00
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All that loves you so completely isn't nearly enough
or the love you deserve.
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10. |
Bones (feat. Hutch)
04:45
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I've not caught myself on cars for ages now
This one broke my fall and caught my shape somehow.
Please allow no trace of me to linger on
So that all I blame my mother for is truly gone.
Oh couldn't I be sleeping
But for the wreckage round me?
An end for a beginning
Of fame that death found for me.
I can feel your bones are giving way.
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GRIM17 Derry, UK
I’m GRIM17, like my sixteen forefathers before me. I thought I was hot shit a while back, with written accolades and
TV/radio appearances. Those very early stages of a "career" seemed like a great time to take a half decade break.
I say "break"; it was mostly depression and substance abuse.
I'm back with LOADS of music over the last few years now, though!
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