1. |
the Dealer
02:58
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Outside there are vultures
And inside there is doubt
Don’t ever let one ever guide your path
And don’t let your fire go out
Because when you find that something
You’ve gotta hold it tight
They smell the fear
That keeps you here
That keeps you up at night
Step outside, step outside
Step outside in the light
We saw the path that would lead us there
Until things got so complicated
The sweat that feeds the machine
And the tears that make you slip
Define the one you will become
When hopes a sinking ship
Outside there are vultures
And Inside there is doubt
We’re quick to blame
A god that failed
When the devil ain’t about
Que Sera, Sera
Whatever will be will be
If it’s what I want
I’m gunna take it
The future is mine to seize
But my heart was not enough
[I’m trying and failing over and over, I don’t know how much more I can take]
And I swear that I’m always debating it
Am I living or waiting to die
And I laid on the table
Just staring up
The coroner said that I’m fine
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2. |
the Vagrant
02:41
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We need a match
We need a fire
We need a spark
We need desire
Diluting everything
Rinse and repeat rinse and repeat
Till it runs clear
Drown in mediocrity
Gasping for some fresh air
I’ve been trying
To shake the tree
But everyone
Rather let it be
We’ve lived our lives
On our knees
I’m just trying to stand
On my two feet
There’s no future in the past
The safety in the crowd
Brings warmth that cannot last
Stay steady as you slip
On footsteps you retread
Feet planted, tilt your head
Feet planted, tilt your head
Tell everyone
Drowning for fun
Give up the gun
And savor the sun
I’ve been trying
Just to shake the tree
But everyone
Rather let it be
We’ve lived our lives
On our knees
I’m just trying to stand
On my two feet
Tell everyone
Drowning for fun
Give up the gun
Savor the sun
Tell every one
Drowning for fun
Give up the gun
Savor the sun
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3. |
the Tourist
03:19
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When all the dust settles
What will be seen
Tarnished relics of fallen king
The wise claim
Love lives on
As beacon of the past life
Guided to the salvaged throne
Passed through this last breath
The debts are paid with copper covered eyes
With the echos silenced
The fire rises
Melts away gilded paths
show a kings haunted memories
And you made of wax
Burnt at both ends
There is a beauty in
Impermanence
When our bodies are laid in a row
The only difference
Is the flowers that they grow
And we believe
We chase a dream
Inventing meaning out of nothing
The waves push a fate since sealed
Looking back a young king no longer moves forward
Allow the thoughts of regret to float away
A head held high embrace the embers
From lake of mourning
And you made of wax
Burnt at both ends
There is a beauty in
Impermanence
When our bodies are laid in a row
The only difference
Is the flowers that they grow
And we believe
We chase a dream
Inventing meaning out of nothing
In the face of the end I'm a wretch
Fool's gold formed a noose on my neck
I hang alone from the rafters
Drowned out all their screams with my laughter
Insurgence cursing my purpose
Lost my way in pursuit of purchase
I've learned that my worth is worthless
Tell my serfs, when I'm in the dirt to
Give me my crown
Watch me burn this kingdom down
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American Standards Phoenix, Arizona
Chaos driven noise punk from Phoenix, Arizona.
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