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Human Error
03:44
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Ill back whoever takes this one, deviated the other side,
Cause all you really want is to distort and revise
Each day my flaws grow endless and cease to hide
like subtlety is a only reminisced, untied
Assume it’s not you that will miss me
Desire to go, denied to change
I won’t change, not for you
I won’t change
Not for you, not for the expression
because the nostalgia is almost suffocating, and I’m up to my neck with a constant display here of you
you pour the past on the plate, but I’m not breathing it in
you’ve done all you can do, it’s time to let go
Just drop it, I don’t want your part in this
No I’m not taking a breath, and my heart isn’t beating
though I’m choking and coughing, I’m done
I can’t fix this, it means I failed,
but I’m ok with that, this means I’m ok
And I know you won’t miss me
But your heart still beats, It beats, it beats I can feel it.
I know it still beats
your heart is still beating
and I refuse to believe that it’s over,
that you gave up so insignificantly
Assuming it wasn’t an error on your behalf
Where does the blame lie?
The blood is on your hands, times up its over
The blood is on your hands, Your time is up
You said you gave it your best,
Well nice try, but nice tries are worthless
Ill back whoever takes this one, deviated the other side,
Cause all you really want is to distort and revise
Each day my flaws grow endless and cease to hide
like subtlety is a only reminisced, untied, distorted and revised
The blood is on your hands,
The blood is on your hands
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2. |
Instant Karma
03:51
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You made the wrong call, Idol curiosity
the sedative to your unwillingness to, desensitize.
and i didn’t believe you, a puzzle i did not expect
to keep it clean and simple
No, this wasn’t just an experiment; look into the difference
because everything I touch turns to gold
How do I know, when I’m always right
I drag you in to kick you out
But i don’t know you, so I’m walking the safest path
In good hands, I’ve witnessed, so I’m climbing to the highest
crawling on my hands and knees, begging to think i could trust you
like I even had a choice, when fate just spits in my face
like it has your consent
No, this wasn’t just an experiment; look into the difference
because everything I touch turns to gold
The lie that you’ll get what you deserve,
lacks the notion that you get what you get
ravenous like sharks bathed in blood
and I’m not getting in, I won’t take that chance
I won’t take that chance
Irresponsible, none but liable
your future lies on a set of scales
unless you lack the capacity for response
this is your fault
This is your fault
This is your fault
No effect on you, you’d love to believe
but the balance is all but in your favour
making the decisions wasn’t such a great call
But i don’t know you, so I’m walking the safest path
In good hands, I’ve witnessed, so I’m climbing to the highest
crawling on my hands and knees, begging to think i could trust you
like I even had a choice, when fate just spits in my face
like it has your consent
Your consent
a substantial illusion
your consent
No, this wasn’t just an experiment; look into the difference
because everything I touch turns to gold
No this wasn’t just an experiment; look into the difference
because everything I touch turns to gold, turns to gold
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3. |
Last Resort
04:57
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Take a deep breath, relax, this will all be over
so violent in a town so quite
take a life, so tired, keep your eyes open
How did you not see them
with the shine of the mirror
and the fear they delivered
He’ll break before I have to
stare straight. Eye contact is murder.
And I am no murderer.
How did you not see them
With a weapon that’s loaded,
feelings corroded.
I don’t want this to define my lifetime
Did you think you were ever ready?
It’s not over, as the time gets older
aging regrets of the moment I held her
cold shoulder, no reminiscing of the old her
one by one like a silhouette
on the back of a sunset
How can you stomach this? Not sorry. Not Sorry.
No, we walk alone.
Ripped sheets on the bed of our lifetime
as the sea rolls on
and we break into shards of our subconscious selves,
fragments cascading down a waving flight of stairs
while were waiting, and waiting for our oceanic life line
My eyes are barely able
to stare anywhere else but this dry wall
I cannot face this, so wasted
your life definitive
And it’s so undeserving
not worthy, of this horrible diction
my words, like sand thrown at rocks
fall silent, and collapse capsizing
Did they deserve it
what have you taken away?
Take it, all away from me.
Just take it all from me.
Go on just lie to my face
No, we walk alone.
Ripped sheets on the bed of our lifetime
as the sea rolls on
and we break into shards of our subconscious selves,
fragments cascading down a waving flight of stairs
while were waiting, and waiting for our oceanic life line
Did they deserve it
Go on lie to me
Your life, defined by death
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The Itch
05:22
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Step away, show me your back as you walk out
footsteps on the front porch
leading away, to the street side you know I crave
And you think you can just sit me down,
you have no idea
What it’s like to be in this awkward position
Pretentious pretending masquerade
I’ll look away, I’ll look away
I have been reduced to a trace of my former self
contemplating departure, on a living room shelf
surrounded by a tangled knot of help
Step away, show me your back as you walk out
pursuing that craving of those familiar
footsteps, bringing back the silence I’ve kept
You walk in through my doors
dishonesty following you like a cloud
I’ll disregard all your promises,
there’s no faith left at this point
I’ll look away, I’ll look away
I have been reduced to a trace of my former self
contemplating departure, on a living room shelf
surrounded by a tangled knot of help
I’m way past help
and this world scares the hell out of me
Its rationale
Why let me down
don’t rationalize it
Just let me down
Locked up, just to pretend that I’m happy
Anybody can hate humanity after this
What I saw, what I felt, the fear I bled
you could never understand what it’s like after this
you could never understand what it’s like
After the torture and destruction
I have been reduced to a trace of my former self
contemplating departure, on a living room shelf
surrounded by a tangled knot of help
I’m way past help
You don’t know help
There is no help
Don’t patronize me
I know there is no help
There is no help
There is no help
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5. |
Sleeping Dogs Lie
04:41
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Feel me, poured into you
like curse and vow, you never would let it
Steal away, the breath in the air
the life in my lungs, just stay out of guilt
Feel me, poured into you
The irony hasn’t been lost on me
Morally, you’ve dismantled that line
Pacing round like a queen, worn as your crown.
I have nothing to apologise for
take yourself for example
I renounce all responsibility
your life
Means nothing to me
you’re my ticket to a new life
I would rip my insides through my mouth
if it meant one more day
You said to me, what I meant to you
but that’s not the definition, not the definition
asphyxiated on the aspiration in a bottle
but I just wanted to sleep.
To dream, to recess in decline
oh but the irony
it murders and plunders
with no sense of morals
Go on, I want to hear it from you, Go on.
I want to hear it from you
the words from your mouth
I want to hear it from you
the words from your mouth
Speak up, we’re holding our breath
everyone’s watching, hung on your every word
eyes glued to the movement, the motion,
the breath from your lips.
But I have nothing to apologise for
only instinct and reason, reason
have brought me this far
You said to me, what I meant to you
but that’s not the definition, not the definition
asphyxiated on the aspiration held inside the bottle
but I just wanted to sleep.
Feel me, poured into you
like you don’t think I know
I’m oblivious, the scapegoat
Trust me, you have to understand
this is only survival, I remain guilty
Go on
But I already knew, I’ve known for months
and there is nothing else you could do.
But no, you can’t leave me now
No you can’t leave me now can you?
Sign on the dotted line
Sign on the dotted line
Sign on the dotted line
Sign on the dotted line
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I’ll be waiting for you
to Call Me On Saturday
But I Only Say this
Cause I Can’t Pick Up
U Should Be, Always On Line
Ready To Find, Me So Numb
Running At Myself because
A Simple Craving Increases Inside
My Mind
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