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Beat No Sound
01:50
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Zipf
04:07
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Disastermess
01:58
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clearly you needed me
at some point to be so naïve
leading me on gleefully
into your arms, leaving me
and now you're in my dreams
i think i see what you are doing, sweetie
fleeing me was needlessly
complicated trickery
but i know my worth
you are the worst
but i'm unsure
what this summer
holds for us, it's always something
it's almost done
let's hope it's nothing
or at least fun
psychic link informs me
that you're think of me
what do you need from me?
honey, i'm still ugly
inside out and in between
lovely remaining unseen
i know exactly what you're thinking
so you can stop fucking winking
lies
stop asking why
stop being eyes
stop seeing, try
to leave a sign
that's not so mine
deep in my mind
deep in my mind
fake
what will it take?
what will you make?
is it still hate?
or is it fate?
this isn't great
it's far too late
it's far too late
stay out of my fucking head
get out of my head get out of
stay out of my fucking head
get out of my head get out of
stay out of my fucking head
get out of my head get out of
stay out of my fucking head
get out of my head get out of my head
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Bad Habit
02:53
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biting keeps your words at bay
tending to the sores that stay
happiness is just a gash away
when I open a familiar scar
pain goes shooting like a star
comfort hasn't failed to follow so far
and you might say it's self-indulgent
you might say its self-destructive
but, you see, it's more productive
than if I were to be healthy
and pens and penknives take the blame
crane my neck and scratch my name
but the ugly marks are worth the momentary gain
when I jab a sharpened object in
choirs of angels seem to sing
hymns of hate in memorandum
and you might say it's self-indulgent
and you might say it's self-destructive
but, you see, it's more productive
than if I were to be happy
and sappy songs about sex and cheating
bland accounts of two lovers meeting
make me want to give mankind a beating
and you might say it's self-destructive
but, you see, I'd kick the bucket
sixty times before I'd kick the habit
and as the skin rips off I cherish the revolting thought
that even if I quit there's not a chance in hell I'd stop
and anyone can see the signs, mittens in the summertime
thank you for your pity, you are too kind
and you might say its self-inflicted
but you see that's contradictive
why on earth would anyone practice self-destruction?
and pain opinions are sitcom feeding
they don't know that their minds are teething
makes me want to give mankind a beating
I've tried bandages and sinking
I've tried gloves and even thinking
I've tried vaseline, I've tried everything
and no one cares if your back is bleeding
they're concerned with their hair receding
looking back, it was all maltreating
every thought that occurred misleading
makes me want to give myself a beating
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