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Biology
05:38
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Them animals they walk, us animals we talk
We're all apologies for our biology
Them animals they walk, us animals we talk
I'm all apologies for my biology
We've all got these places, got these spaces in our heads
where we conjure up the worst crimes, all the best kinds in our hell
Find me, wrap me up, tie me in vices, you'll oblige me, then purge me of (my) sins
Bury your face in it, 'till they find you out
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Bow Out
03:00
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Twelve days to fall back in place,
come weekend, the house melts away
Fingers hardly crossed, just seeing "fail safe" at best,
behind gritted teeth, I mutter "fuck you" right back
As time inches onward, I sink
I flail not, just sit there, and blink
Through thick and thin, I'm "fail safe" at best
If it's up to me, let's soak him right back
Twenty-three days it'd been,
dignity came and left again
Fingers hardly crossed, just seeing "fail safe" at best,
still we just can't help how ...
...time inches onward, I sink
I flail not, just sit there, and blink
To you, this is how it should be,
they say that indifference is key
Through thick and thin, I'm "fail safe" at best
If it's up to me, let's soak him right back
As time inches onward, I sink
I flail not, just sit there, and blink
To you, this is how it should be,
they say that indifference is key
I won't expect a goddamn thing
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Brown & Green
04:38
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We keep going around, we keep going till it has been done
We keep trucking towards the end of this means,
then another, and another 'till we cease to be
We keep going around, we keep going till this thing gets old,
we're treading past all the lows to the highs,
they don't tell you it's a bunch of middle, then the engine dies
Here it's brown, and there it's green
We trade our roots for luck and seeds,
we'll keep going around, we'll keep going around
We keep going around (till it gets)
We keep going around (till it gets old)
You're treading past all the lows to the highs, you don't know it's a bunch of middle, then the gas runs dry
Here it's brown, and there it's green
We trade our roots for luck and seeds,
we'll keep going around, we'll keep going around
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Man Behind the Curtain
04:40
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The eve rolls 'round, finally here and you're beaming
Back to our teens, all your twenties have robbed you blind
They can't conceive that we're both in attendance
I'd leave my hive if no one ever asked me why
You leap towards skies, will you ever fall faster?
I swallow it whole that you won't ever land, after all
Looking back, I never thought you'd say (that) it's so, so early on
Going forth, I'll stay in line, you'll keep me in my place
Four years of fortune reads, words I'd come to live by
were nothing more than make-believe, the vision now retired
The scene plays on, spins round and round, for days
I try and try to keep these thoughts at bay
Looking back, I never thought you'd say (that) it's so, so early on
Going forth, I'll stay in line, you'll keep me in my place
Four years of fortune reads, words I'd come to live by
were nothing more than make-believe, the vision now retired
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Nicolae
04:53
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Caught in the wind now, dripping away
You got your will, where I got my way
Shittin' up crimes, all slithers and flakes,
you've got no marks now, you've got no blame
We're amazed how you're a waste now, ain't too fazed how you're a waste now
All about your own way....
Tuggin' those reigns,
you don't wanna talk about it
Caution me back, I'll know that you're right about it
Take your sweet time,
gone 'round, it ain't ever coming
Swallow, step down, and pray this'll be worth something
Give 'em Barabbas, paint him a saint
'long as there ain't bruising, you're there to stay
Ten-to-none victory, it don't change a thing
None-to-ten heartbreak, your loss is a win
We're amazed how you're a waste now, ain't too fazed how you're a waste now
All about your own way....
Tuggin' those reigns,
you don't wanna talk about it
Caution me back, I'll know that you're right about it
Take your sweet time,
gone 'round, it ain't ever coming
Swallow, step down, and pray this'll be worth something
We waltz around the bend, through all that this has been, we waltz around the bend
We waltz around the bend, through all that we have been, we waltz around the bend
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Bishop Chicago, Illinois
formed fall/winter 2014.
Adam Salsberg - Bass
Daniel Lee - Guitar/Vocals
Bryan Kingsley - Drums
Sam Kim - Guitar
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