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Introduction
02:02
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Foundation
02:47
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The stars were aligned as we watched from the floor
Dismantle the coffin to build your front door
And your Russian roulette tongue that spits silver ash
Keeping my, keeping my heart behind bulletproof glass
A compass, a map and I’m setting the course
Screaming in salt water swirls ‘til I’m hoarse
And maybe the ship’s not as sturdy as most
It’s ridden with termites, but we still got close
To the destinations laid out in small tacks
Pinned up in the map and I couldn’t relax
And my neck stretched too far with my face in the clouds
Begging for, Begging for someone to saw me back down
The sawdust they made from the splinters they found
They’re soaking up leaks that no one would have found in the foundation, weak, leaking more as I slept
Just give me a chance and I’ll try to forget
I’ll try to forget
The foundation's weak, leaking more as I sleep
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5. |
Bandage Yourself
04:27
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There's a map inside the glove box with the pages taped together but it's tarnished, and it's weathered, and the ink all bleeds forever,
In the center of the page where the colors are a blur
as route numbers get subtracted inside bright chemical swirls
When the acid rain's collecting inside dishes on your floor, when they're spaced out periodically with drips and furthermore
All the fizzing and bubbling is quick inside your skin and it's knocking on the front door and it's trying to get in
Bandage yourself back up
Hands inside the clock are ticking and the minutes getting shorter as the nights become much longer while you're dying to get older
And the last sip of water in the glass you couldn't finish has replenished back to former glory pouring on your sickness
Re-routing to your eyeballs, that have long since lost their feel as they're staring at wallpaper just to see if it will peel
And the strictly set adhesive binds itself straight to the wall, you can stare and stare forever, but that shit will never fall
Bandage yourself back up
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6. |
Sterling Snails
05:33
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These situations are all unreal figments,
stacked up like skyscrapers scraping blue pigments
Infinite times when I've forewarned my mind
not to reset this bear trap that's clamped to my spine
I don't think I've been let in on this scheme
Tied to the train tracks inside my own dreams
Calendar pages that lay in a heap, as I scale stacks of paper with questions scrawled deep
These were the last thoughts I'd forced from my mind,
leaving these bullshit reactions behind
Pitchforks and torches, a manhunt inside,
plagued with my own thoughts and they won't abide
by the strict regulations spoon fed through the phone
Suitcases unwelcomed and I’m left alone,
as they circle conveyor belts and onlookers see
Everyone checking their tags except me
It’s mind over matter, what matters is mine
This summit, this peak I’m reluctant to climb
I’m blind and I’m frostbitten there as I stood
Loading the chamber to shoot my own foot
These winding streets with a sheet of slick ice
There’s Cardiac wires still left to be spliced
It was escaping me restore my own health
Time to brush myself off and climb down from this shelf
Counting, reminding the things that are left
My guts dressed in yellow and working crash test
Being shot at a wall, you in the glass booth
Goggles and clipboard decipher the truths
That will become dead set, I’m set til I’m dead
Empty these bronze plaques inside my own head
Your radiance lies right between truth and fiction
I’m pacing the room still reciting with diction the
Last time I let myself become employed
Strict schedules while my own are destroyed
And still the smoke billows, a strict no-fly zone
While your private jet laps ‘round my skull to get home
A pebble, a boulder, to me the Earth’s core
As it’s flowing with magma red faced and adorned
With the slightest damp tear ducts that duck down in stealth
Time to brush myself off and climb down from this shelf
Infinite times when I've forewarned my mind not to reset this bear trap that's clamped to my spine.
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7. |
I Said Over-Easy
01:36
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