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Code Talker
04:39
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I see reptile in the curves of your mouth
Your scaly skin it reflects in the moonlight
Your grin is so wide I can see all of your teeth
My rubber neck like vertigo just pulls me in
And the cracks start showing
Reach out with your sweaty fists
Buried alive
You’ve been lost for so long
Taking a life
I’ve been wrong before now
Fallen silent, exposed and disgraced
Your big ideas are vacating the spotlight
You’ve got no grit to make ends meet
I’ve cut the rope that kept you sweet
Faceless bodies sing no songs
Buried alive
You’ve been lost for so long
Taking a life
I’ve been wrong before now
Living a lie
You’re just as obsolete, not for the last time
Barely alive
You’ve been lost and left out for so long
Gone
Smothered for too long
Screaming your swansong
I won’t tell anyone
A side of you they’ll never know
But the feeling’s gone
You were wrong to wait so long
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2. |
Burning Shame
04:21
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I stretch myself thin
Feel my burning shame
So let us begin
I’ll never let you in
I’ve seen your vignette, I know
I’m worth ten of you
Lest you forget
I’ll never let you in
We’ve played once before
Feel my burning shame
Somehow I need more
Feel my burning shame
Now you’re foaming at the mouth about the molehill du jour
I can’t be someone else for you
Step aside you morons I’ve got vindication
I’m nothing but a joke to me
I stretch myself thin again
Lost to apathy
One less front to entertain
I’ll never let you in
Now you’re foaming at the mouth about the molehill du jour
I can’t be someone else for you
Step aside you morons I’ve got vindication
I’m nothing but a joke to me
The very idea of circling the drain makes me circle the drain
When happiness is binary I’d rather be a shade of depressed
Some say empathetically I’m lacking and it separates me
All this withdrawal, deep-set wretchedness, it is promethean fire
I overcommit to stop me wallowing – it’s self-medicating
I live in the now, the now that makes me ashamed when I can’t keep up
Now you’re foaming at the mouth about the molehill du jour
I can’t be someone else for you
Step aside you morons I’ve got vindication
I’m nothing but a joke to me
We’ve played once before
Feel my burning shame
Somehow I need more
Feel my burning shame
Feel my burning shame
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Dead Man's Jacket
05:01
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It's a dead man's jacket
At the end of my bunk
It was a dead man's jacket
It's all mine
What does that make me?
Ten men stand tall, resplendent in their red
Till the end of their days
I'm an old fool’s burden
He's all mine
Gallows humour is all I've got
Crippling sense of something missing
At least the alcohol is cheap
I might get to see the queen before I go
Anyone who visits me
I can stand tall in my jacket with pride
I can stand tall with pride
Gallows humour is all I've got
Crippling sense of something missing
Help me get to sleep at night
Wipe my mind of this helpless feeling
Wipe my mind of this helpless feeling
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4. |
Nothing Left For You
07:58
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You will slip, unhinged, destabilised
From life and limb
Shoot me full of ignorance
And I will join your fall
Hold my hand
Bliss will surely take hold
Down this rabbit hole
I’m blood and sweat and nothing else
Hold my hand
And take me away from here
Fill this space in my head
You were immature
When this world came in
But you founded a fiction for yourself
Shoot me full of ignorance
I’ll bow before your god
Take my hand
Hopeless fantasist
Force-fed synthesis
Did you know there’s a world outside your own?
Take my hand
And take me away from here
Fill this space in my head
Tie my hands
Tie my hands
And take me away from here
Fill this space in my head
I’ll bring you down
You’ll burn
You’ll burn
I slow down
I catch a breath
A stillness comforts me
Check my pulse
Press hard now
Suspend my disbelief
There is nothing in this
There is nothing left
There’s nothing left for me
There’s nothing left for you
Hold my hand
Take my hand
Tie my hands
Bleed my hand
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Rootwork Farnborough, UK
Straddling the line between elements of metal, post-hardcore, prog-rock and stoner rock, Rootwork are a band who take no prisoners, disarming you in a whirlwind of harmonies before bludgeoning your eardrums with a ferociousness that is as unexpected as it is welcome. ... more
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