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Screens
02:41
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You’d fault a fly to watch it die when it doesn’t fit the fashion of nitpicking til perfection. Just fix the arm to bend your way, when your torso is rotting
But when the bullets come flying and everything is dead will you think about other life or the one you never led? We’re just existing in theory the results stay the same, despite all your numbers, nothing has changed. But when the bullets come flying and everything is dead, will you think about other life or the one you never led? You lied about yourself You lied about your thoughts You lied about the world You lied until the very end.
Screen keeps you from you from what you fight for. Our number one tool and our distraction. What happened to the past will happen to us
Stop
But you changed sides so you won’t diea nd you’ll change sides so you survive. So please rack up another tax break, pretend what you preached was a lie
But you changed sides so you won’t die and you’ll change sides so you survive. So please rack up another tax break. I don’t need you as an ally
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Payola
03:14
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A dead rhetoric whispered in my sleep. Your polluted breath: "Disguise commerce and profit as art, 'til there's no distinction left." It'd seem malicious if we didn't invite it. Your polluted breath takes this sacred language and hollows out its chest. A convenient urn for every wild heart. Invented demand. An oppressive market is a crooked, slow burn for our rebel thoughts. Just feed us more trash, we hunger for it. They'll never let you know that you're out when the trend goes out. They'll never let you know.... Build up, build up, then dispose. Fashion over function, 'til there's no function left. And so continues the descent into an intentional idiocy. Into a place where there's no honesty. Into an art that values flash over substance. Into the trash. No love. No pain. No truth. Fashion. Nothing. Just trash.
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Worlds
03:31
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I think I’ve come home
I realize i’m not in my world again
But I can’t remember what it is
that made it mine, that made it real
So I look back before I was me
To the times when settings were less lonely
The math won’t let me continue
to think past what’s possible
you’re too far away
I realize i’m not in my world again
The reflection i see is old
the words I hear are lame
the voice that creates is shrewd
the mind that critiques is wrong
when you smiled at me i just stared,
and when you walked away i just stood still.
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Fake Vultures
02:59
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I pump it out of my heart, I feel it crawl through my veins. Contaminating my blood. Contaminating my brain. I feel it grasp at my throat. I feel it cradle my head. Your consolations just float. Desperate visions. A dove. A crow. The sun. The cold. Suffering lost positions. Body and mind division. An artificial world. Self-diagnosis collisions. Symptoms I need to accept. Refusing to let it win. My medicine is deep breaths. A false disease. I hold these vultures closer than a secret. To be healthy but never truly feel it. To know I'm fine but never fully believe it. To say "survive" and sincerely mean it. A dove. A crow. The sun. The cold. I'll fight off this disease using every single breath. I'll survive.
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Fake Gasps
02:24
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This is a dread I've known long and close, but seldom found the will to express. Vulnerable, visible, and bare. An intimate nightmare I'm awake for every minute of.
The fear, it takes it’s toll through souls The fear. It eats through me. It ends
When I look into eyes, I’m entranced or feel pain. So I look away, or past whatever can be seen
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Solace
03:10
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So it passed us by, and without ever really wondering why. We let it change every aspect of our life. So you spent your life looking for what’s next. But I spent looking back on what was best. I was right to be afraid. It all ended, we could have stayed. We never worried or had to go with the flow
But you gave it all up for dreams of normalcy. Punk in the trash, you took your own leave. It’s hard to feel sorry for what you can’t feel. so far back in the past, it’s hardly even real.. You gave it all up, but you still found solace in the cookie cut life that you’ve become .It’s what we strive for, it’s what I am now Creativity died with nothing around.
You gave it all up, but you still found solace in
Nothing
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