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Pay your five at the door and get down here
Invite combustion
Rebuild destruction
Around here it's cloudy 400 days a year
Seasonal depression a perennial condition
Denizens of the bottom shelf
Reservation cigarettes
Cheap Skates, Cheap Dates, Cheat Fate
To revel in two minute vignettes
Smells like American Spirit so loud you can feel it
Coats like paint, tastes like fame
The All-American Spirit
So true you'll never believe it
Unbridled pride rusts the same
Pay your five at the door and get down here
Reveal expression, Set free exhaustion
Give me your hungry, your poor
We're all hungry and poor so get down here
Word of mouth destinations
Gas station luxuries
Push back, on track, where's Drach?
This town's got no where better to be
Smells like American Spirit so loud you can feel it
Coats like paint, tastes like fame
The All-American Spirit
Put your head down to receive it
Patron saints doused in shame
The All-America air so thick you'll never clear it
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Coping
04:15
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As I’m falling past the stories
I get a glimpse through every window
An audience who fears the end
Yet most don’t bother looking up
I never made it to the top
But it’s high enough from where I stopped
What I love has killed me once again
Looking up from the sidewalk
I confess to strangers as we wait for the ambulance
I’m not sad that it’s over
I’m just glad that it happened at all
Murals, headstones, monuments
Memories all left behind
I’m not sad that it’s over
But I’m holding out til last call
The reason we exist
To seek our own communion
In random circumstance
No one is made for each other
You’re what’s wrong with me and I’m what’s wrong with you
All I know is I need you more than everything
In the hospital
Spend my last breath as the machines give up on me
Asleep next to my best friend
Mumble these words as I close my eyes for good
(Chorus)
You’re what’s wrong with me and I’m what’s wrong with you
But I need you more than everything
You’re what’s wrong with me and I’m what’s wrong with you
And I don’t think about dying anymore
I don’t think about dying anymore
At least not as much as I used to
I’m not ready to start doing nothing
This life is mine to lose
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Pure Mess
03:39
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We start as ideas
Loose concepts initially
Lines take shape from gray to flesh
In random assembly
But we’re not blank, born pure in this mess
Predisposed before we know our sins we need to confess
I can’t shake the impending feeling I’ve waited for you
How can I keep you
Without smothering what you need?
Space to grow, the air to breathe
How can I keep you
Without getting in your way?
Fight or flight
Deep-seated inheritance
Knowing when to take a stand
Or when you don’t stand a chance
How did you hold it together?
Were you just dealing cards or were we next on the tether?
But we’re not blank, born pure in this mess
Predisposed before we know all those we need to impress
I can’t shake the impending feeling everything will change
I don’t know what to do
I could cause more damage than I ever meant to
I don’t know what to do
With color, context, there’s so much misunderstood
I don’t know what to do
I could cause more damage than any good
I can’t shake the impending feeling I’ve waited for you
We’re not blank, born pure in this mess
Decomposed before we know our sins we never confessed
How can I keep you? How can I keep you here?
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On The Cinder Buffalo, New York
On The Cinder is a three piece Punk Rock band established in 2013 out of Buffalo, NY.
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