1. |
Awake
02:53
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That queasy feeling
Comes through at night
Dread disconnection
Dead satellite.
Lights out!
Locked down in inside now
Lights out!
My jaw grinds the ache
Lights out!
Cars like the ocean
Lights out!
I’m not up, I’m just awake.
Is this where we are?
(Is this where I belong?)
Is it where we’ll always be?
(How’d we let it go so wrong?)
Person woman man camera tv
Panic inspiration
Disconnection’s clear
Is this my only friend now?
What if I don’t care?
Lights out!
Locked down in my mind
Lights out!
My jaw grinding down
Lights out!
Drowning in that ocean
Lights out!
Is this what I’ve become?
Is this where we are?
(Is this where I belong?)
Is it where we’ll always be?
(How’d we let it go so wrong?)
Person woman man camera tv
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2. |
Control
02:39
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Not trying to hide it from view
Not trying to hide it from you
Not trying to hide it from view
Gaslight and blame it on you.
Sickness exposes a lie
Claw the crust from our eyes
Sickness exposes a lie
Time comes to pay the price.
Take down
Suffer attention that you never knew you wanted.
Take down
It's not the truth they fear it's loss of control.
They are playing with you
They are blaming you
They are playing with you
Until all see it through.
Sickness exposes a lie
Claw the crust from our eyes
Sickness exposes a lie
Under your bed rotten mice.
Take down
Suffer attention that you never knew you wanted.
Take down
It's not the truth they fear it's loss of control.
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3. |
City
02:28
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My welcome anonymous rendition
In the place that I’m drowning to be.
My whole reason for trying has been
Taken from me.
No new city shining on a hill
Least not one that’s looking for me.
Scared and locked inside
By this oxygen thief.
This time it’s not what I want it to be.
This town is not what I thought it would be.
Sheet of foil ain’t no shelter
They’d prefer me in a hole in the ground
Lost generation won’t ever be found.
Waking up from this fever dream
To find I’m still living in hell
100 men in a 10 man cell
This time it’s not what I want it to be.
This town is not what I thought it would be.
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4. |
School
04:19
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You've got a dime
Gotta a dime
Gotta a dime for this.
Give them your time
Give your time
And obedience.
Learn how to be
Just the the right fit.
Among the other
Furniture you surrounded.
You are so bored of this
Awaiting imminent release.
You gonna die of this
Craving for permanent bliss.
You spend your life
Spend your life
Slave your life away.
Filling the gap in the
Structure
You are useful, hey.
Chasing a dream
In your mind
You had for so long.
To realise
It is not
Even dream of your own.
You are so bored of this
Awaiting imminent release.
You gonna die of this
Craving for permanent bliss.
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ffirth Brisbane, Australia
post-hardcore, post-punk, grunge,
lo-fi
est. 2016
Chris: guitar, vocals
Roman: bass, vocals
Jim: drums
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