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Stroke
03:49
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sunrise floats in through my window like a flood light, shines over my bed and stings in my eyes. I'll never sleep. I'll never get this right. Too late. I've never thought in any way but this way. The same damn story every day since sixth grade. I'll never sleep. I'll never get this right. And know you know it's eating at my soul. And now you know I'm just doing what I'm told. So drink up and feel low and thaw the ice that's in your bones.
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Ariana Gandhi
04:45
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calm down there, Ghandi. Ease your head. I used to dream in shades of black and white now all I see are shades of brown and red. Ease up there, Jesus. Heed my words. When you fly too close to the sun you know your bound to get burned. And when it crashes down on you, I hope you've had your fun. And when the storm comes in for you, you know you're gonna run. Ease up there, sheriff. It ain't so bad to have the answers to the questions that you made up that nobody has asked. Let go of my soul. Set me free. You know with hands around your lungs and smokey air it makes it harder to breathe.
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Blackberry Bird Dog
05:16
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Underwater. Waste the days. Feel the ocean. Crash through waves. I feel an angel lift me up. My eyes go white. My face goes numb. I need to move on farther from this place. I need to let go. How far away is space? And hell if I know if God gave me grace. I'm taking it slow. How long does it take? From the shoreline. Off the dock. Try to swim away, but land on rocks. And here I lay, looking up. With skin on fire, I face the fun.
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Something Else Pt. 1
04:04
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I'm tired of feeling like I'm not myself so send it all to hell. I'm tired of waking up not feeling well so send it all to hell. I swear I hear her screams, it's like she's taunting me. She's always in my dreams as short as they may be. I swear I hear her cry. It's like she's still alive. I'm looking through her eyes. She's looking for the light. I won't be begging you to stay. If you want to, run away and let it burn. I won't be begging you to stay. There's always something in the way so let it burn. I'm tired of feeling like I've lost myself so send it all to hell. I'm tired of thinking I should kill myself so send it all to hell
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Earth Soup
04:02
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Grey skies collide through blurry eyes. We asked for this so what's the twist? I never thought it'd be this dark, but here I stand on top the ark. Dry mouths will bleed and turn the seas. We prayed for this like monoliths. I never thought it'd be this dark. The rains will fall down from the stars. I ask the floods to play their part, but here I stand on top the ark. Chop down the trees. Kill off the bees. Tell me what does it mean to be anything?
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Morla
04:51
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we should've just died that day. Out in the backyard in a hot summer haze. We should've just gone out on top. God, what I'd give just to turn back the clocks. I wanna feel something again. Sober and somber when I was a kid. We should've died that day. It all goes so quick when you wish it away. But we will meet again out past the stars, out in the beauties of space. We will meet again and I won't remember your face, but we will meet again. Two halves make one. Give you the gun.
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Something Else Pt.2
03:29
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Red skies float in over the horizon. Tonight, we made up our seasoned list of reasons why we would never make this work and I can't feel a thing. Can you feel it now? No I just feel so down. When I can feel at all. So watch this fall to the earth. From ash to ash and back to the dirt. Watch this fall to the earth. Let it burn. Red eyes, broken legs. I am a monster when I'm just doing what I should've done. Crooked spine twisted into shapes and sizes, I can't feel a thing.
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You left me alone in a room with a chair and some rope. If this ceiling fan could hold my wait, I think I'd find my way to outer space. Cause I'm the new kid. I'm just trying to fit in. Tearing out my hair. I don't belong here. So what the hell did you want from me? I'm just a kid learning how to breathe. No one said that it'd be easy, but they made it seem that way.
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9. |
The Epilogue
03:10
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Is anybody out there? Cause I can't see a Goddamn thing. The nights are getting darker. Can't scratch the itch inside of my brain. Can anybody hear me? I've been feeling so alone. I used to be this king now I've been taken from my throne. The oceans calling my name. I name the stars from the bay. The sound and smells of the waves. This has become my new faith. Can anybody see me? I swear that I've become a ghost. The air is getting thicker. The contrast of the white on smoke. My lungs have turned to leather to heal the beat inside of my chest. Can anybody see me? Do I fit in like all the rest? The oceans calling my name. I name the stars from the bay. The taste of salt in the waves. This has become my new faith.
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For Sleeping or Jumping
04:58
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The sun doesn't always rise. The clouds block the sky. The earth stops its spin. The dirt is caving in. The trees look so green. The ice melts and it is spring. The flowers start their bloom then it's winter. It goes so soon. My eyes are sealed shut. My stomach is turned in knots. The pavement feels so soft. Like driving and nodding off. I wanna go home. Mom, I know I wasn't meant to grow old. Mom, I know. Mom, please take me home.
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E57 Scranton, Pennsylvania
E57 is Josh Zurek (vocals/rhythm guitar), Mike “Duds” McDonald (lead guitar), Chris Sheerin (bass guitar/backing vocals), and Seth Mahaffey (drums).
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