1. |
Jaw Displacement
03:57
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Your brain
It could use a little action
But your shoes ain’t got the traction
Swapping your cool for dissatisfaction
It’s true
If they said anything about you
You held your breath until it turned your face blue and as it falls it’s all around you
You felt doomed
Face down in the pavement
Shut your mouth just to make a statement
4, 5, 6 hours of your day spent
Icing your face from the jaw displacement
You felt doomed
I don’t wanna be alone with you
Every time I face the truth I fall back on you
Falling out of line I’m running out of time
I always feel like I won’t make it and I can’t take it
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2. |
Case Closed
04:11
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Face to face with the realization you live in the back seat
And you're trying to fix your poor life decisions vicariously
These streets, my knees, the price of working hard to change the world but you need someone to put you in, to put you in your place
You may not question
Your motivations
Until the consequences
Catch up to you
You may not follow
Your reservations
Until you admit
That no ones life is up to you
So I'm working hard to change
The way I handle things and my constraints
And I'm sorry for the way
You feel when you're with me
And I act when I'm with you
So I'm working hard to change
The way I handle things and my constraints
And I'm sorry for the way
You feel when you're with me
And I act when I'm with you
Soak the embers through my hair Let me change
And I'll own my faults
I'll own my faults
Back to back with the sly attacks
I let come bumbling out
And I bet I'll later regret what I let fall out my mouth
And I took you for granted, you just couldn't see it through
When I stay in perspective there's no way I could blame you, though it takes two
I found my place
In this disgrace
And I promise I will change
But I'll make my way
Forward through the pain
Call it a closed case, call it a closed case
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3. |
Detuned
04:30
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Turn of my head
I won’t be moving any time soon
I lack the vital pieces to follow through
I’ve found a maze in an empty room
I’ve been detuned
Thumbing through all the possibilities
While I’d rather turn of my head and sleep
And I’ve had no luck in counting sheep
Just the things I’ve buried inside of me
Toss and turn
Tearin up my sheets
Losing sleep over crooked teeth
Cos I get so caught up on the smallest details
Can anyone explain to me
All these words and what they mean cos I get so caught up on the smallest details
Cool breeze, take me far away from here
Dissolving light, always so sincere
I won’t be moving any time soon
I’ve been shut down I’ve been detuned
I won’t be moving any time soon
So turn off my head
I wanna die on a mountain next to the sea
Salty air among the pines set my spirit free
Decomposing under fresher soils than I have in me
What a shame, what a shame
It should be comforting
Instead it smothers me
Now my stomachs week
Shove it down, flush it out
Of my system breathe
All to heavily, I’m on pause
Now you’re calling me
Cos you’re dying to leave
This house, it’s walls, and the fever dream
Where the boards in the floor
Are swallowing you whole
Turn off my head
Toss and turn tear up my sheets
Lose some sleep over crooked teeth
I’m so caught up on the smallest details
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4. |
Vices
03:59
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I've gotta stop letting my vices get the best of me
And let the bleeding do its healing in time naturally
Self deprecating medicating won't change anything
So let's skip town and reassess our core priorities
I have to stop letting my fears become anxiety
And find more solace in the quiet and sobriety
Put a stop to the past haunts' relentless grip on me
I've gotta stop letting my vices get the best of me
Break my bank
Move to New York State
This kind of change should shift the weight
Rolling over in the sheets and pages
I think I found my motivation
Stay here and sweat the bed forever
Or get on my feet and wander
To something new, something scary and progressive
Head walking on the things I've made a mess of
My toes tipped over the edge of impressive
Cliffs I never saw myself falling over
So breathe deep cause it's dive or stay dry
And you're young but you only have so much time
I'm on the edge of my seat, shedding these shackles off me
(I've gotta stop letting my vices get the best of me)
There is no later or wait
Only so many clean slates
(I've gotta stop letting my vices get the best of me)
I'll own mistaken beliefs
Take responsibility
(I've gotta stop letting my vices get the best of me)
But I can't settle in it
Let it die or reinvent
I'm on the edge of my seat
Shedding these shackles off me
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5. |
Do Over
04:29
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Re-begin
At the drawing board again
In addition to pulling out my hair
My fingers get so sore from
Tracing maps
And rapping on my desk
Or drawing worlds I never finish
So mom and dad
I'm moving in
To your basement again
Tying up my hands, we are sticking to the plan
The blueprint passed approval of management so
square one
Rejecting remnants of
Choices from my past
Dry heaving down my back
Returning to the scene of the mess
Scrubbing on my knees
There's nothing left to see
This story's spotless, returning's plotless, the sequel's awaiting shots
I can't find a reason not to leave
Now that I'm alone
Now that I'm alone
I didn't think that I'd be walking this path on my own
I didn't want this, I never pushed this
I never asked for it
I don't want a reason I should stay
Back to square one again
Breaking to a scene I can't believe, yeah
By capturing the moment naturally yeah
Assembling it from a different backdrop
And breaking with the safe routine and hard stops
Capturing it all while it happens
I bought a ticket going one way out
A Return I can't afford
I'm leaving town or else I'm staying home
And at home I'm getting bored
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6. |
Better Man
05:25
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Judging from your smile
I can’t guess the size
But your words spoke right to
I’m not familiar with your moves
But I knew your compromise
When your face turned right toward mine
I never called your bluff
But I ignored the signs
Of who you had become
You stay out of the light
So we could never tell
The things we all know now
You can face the rain
or you can hide inside
Your eyes looked right at mine
No way to know
I am the better man
I am the loving one
I will always try, I promise this to myself
Sing a better song
Bitter curse is gone
Dulled the sharpened tongue
I promise this to myself
And I can mask the pain
Or we can change our names
To represent this friendship we may gain
I can mask the pain
Or we can change our names
We can change our names
Does she know what I know
What I got straight from the source
What I knew straight from the start
Falsified information
Does she know what I know
That you did what you did
Does she think what I think about that
I am the better man
I am the loving one
I will always try, I promise this to myself
Sing a better song
Bitter curse is gone
Dulled the sharpened tongue
I promise this to myself
I promise this to myself
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7. |
Eulogies
06:23
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We can write the eulogies with any words we please
We have authority
To rewrite history
Don't cross paths with me
It's in one ear and out the next
Pervert-ignore-erase-defeat historical context
And cover up with coded names like "them" "they" and "the rest"
Paint it like your picket fence
Exploiting your majority bias
It's easy to stay ignorant
When it works out for your benefit
I'm aware and I don't care
Keeping us with tradition
Sleeping with our opposition
Believing it's part of our mission
To keep with our repetition
And we're down in denial
That there's a need for trial
And we're up in the fight
To proclaim ourselves right
And the protests count
A large percentage amount
Experiencing their lives
Much differently than ourselves
Don't go too far you might get carried away
Don't get too far it might get washed away
Everything you've built
To make yourself something
When the money meets the words left on your lips you'll see
We savor our skin
More than our fellow human beings
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