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Death To Rubber
03:15
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Empty picture frames
And emotionless walls
Raises a family
Keeping it all in the tradition
Excuses flow like wine
Help is found at the bottom of bottles
Changing is postponed
Wanting to go back to your day
Movements based off pretty faces
And pleasured thoughts
Critical thinking aside to make room
For a funeral
Someone's youth has died
Its just kids raising kids
Nothing to fear, nothing to hide, it’s nothing
Always looking back having nothing to show
As the tortured apple tree continues to grow
You're so sorry
Issues and nonsense branded by yourself
Consequences shown in the mirrors that are
Understanding, Reminiscing
All the knowledge that you knew
Painful truths they wish weren't true
Everything that defines you
Life's slow burn waiting to kill you
Its just kids raising kids
Nothing to fear, nothing to hide, it’s nothing
Always looking back having nothing to show
As the tortured apple tree continues to grow
What are you thankful for?
Nothing
Nothing
Its just kids raising kids
Nothing to fear, nothing to hide, it’s nothing
Always looking back having nothing to show
As the tortured apple tree continues to grow
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Hole In The Coin Pocket
03:07
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To whom it may concern
You have found the last piece of me
The last art I've made
My ninth sympathy
This manifesto has been brewing
Adding to it when things go south
When things don't work out
When I start to feel something
I've run my course
My throat is tired
My legs are sore
I went out my way
Blame will circulate
Accolades of shame forever with me
The ones that gave it never understood
Forever in the dark
They will ask about me
Trying to show care
Why now?
Neglected till I'm gone
I was going strong
I wanted to persevere
From the lead that always kept calling
I finally answered
They said don't take life for granted
They would say I'm not grateful
Not knowing about how much I tried to give
Not knowing the amount of life I've lived
I'm not scared anymore
I'm sorry for all the questions left unanswered
I'm sorry for the messes I've made
I'm done roll the credits
See you on the other side
No more lies
No more pain
No more
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3. |
Spineful Complex
02:42
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White noise
In a room full of sound
Knowledge leads you empty
Seeking to be proud
Arguments you've made
Headlined with fallacies
Manipulate your flaws
Or forget about them entirely
Drown in your isms
And the facts you wanna hear
Pat yourself on the back
Cause you cut off the helping hands
You'll beat on me
Cause you'll never feel complete
Dripping with malice
Caused by your false confidence
Remorse held up
By a heartbroken fence
Humiliating others
Is your happiness
Zoning out
When difference comes your way
Sticking to your guns
Cause you feel betrayed
Seeing all
In a tunnel
Perfecting
Misunderstanding
White noise
In a room full of sound
Knowledge leads you empty
Seeking to be proud
Arguments you've made
Headlined with fallacies
Manipulate your flaws
Or forget about them entirely
Remorse held up
By a heartbroken fence
Humiliating others
Is your happiness
Zoning out
When difference comes your way
Sticking to your guns
Cause you feel betrayed
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4. |
Pelicans
03:16
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Being deceitful
And thrown into trouble
Such a combination
Plagued with frustration
Following the plan
Set by the piers
The ones that made you
The ones that helped bury you
Crying at the hurdles
Looking up to evil
Playing into pity
After all you received
Feeding into shame
And hate to be the same
Claiming to have learned
To only break your promise
Betrayed what you love
If you ever had that in you
Lying to the hand that helps
Biting it with a full stomach
Competing with people who cared
Reinforcing the chain
Never seeing progress
Living in sight of the bottom
Defined by flaws
The light showered with dirt
Steal from the defenseless
Removed from what it means to be human
Powered by spoiled blood
Abused by what was meant to be fun
I can’t forgive
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That's unfortunate
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6. |
Q
04:56
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Starting off whatever
In a hard healing place
Where smiles are hard to form
And easy to run off your face
Beliefs are thrown around
Why are we here?
Theories will be presented
But nothings ever clear
Two kids fell victim
To what they thought was love
They both wanted to escape
From what they might become
They would have a family
A boy wasn't the end
We need him to have a rock
We need him to have a best friend
Side by side
As we smile through storms
Caused by our heroes
Who now shed their horns
Fighting for it to work
The family image shattered
Wishing to go back to days
Where nothing else mattered
Separate ways they went
Weekends were our treat
Till life caught up to father
His body admit defeat
Mother would crumble
The horror has begun
Stained by trauma
Your eyes admitting "I am done"
Stripped away from innocence
Seeking ways to heal
Falling into arms
Of a nightmare that makes you feel
Leading down walkways
History says not this way
Lips forever quiver
As emptiness will take your place and stay
As every minute
Feels like months
In a world where we were cursed
Only turned us into punks
Memories we made
And the hands that we were dealt
We crash through many roadblocks
With the love that we felt
This is the cruelest
Family reunion
This is the cruelest
Family reunion
As love waits in the clouds
Father providing light
He relives the awful stress
With his arms around you tight
As tears come and go
And your songs always play
I know that in my broken heart
You are finally ok
Say hi to Andre for me
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Sauce On The Side Nashua, New Hampshire
Post-Scooter Punk band based out of Nashua NH. We are like the best Post-Scooter Punk band in like the world.
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