1. CROWS

I knew this was coming.
Could smell the storm on the air.
Shadows only grow darker.
They're drowning out the glare.
It's too early for dusk.
Ashes black out the sky.
It's too early for dusk.

We took only what we could carry.
But our hands were too tired and old.
For the things you hold on to.
When you're left out in the cold.

With both eyes over our shoulders.
In darkness and silence we ran.
Held tight 'til the meat fell.
From the bones of our rotting hands.

At the end of it all.
Stand undivided, with black hearts united.
At the end of it all.
We can never go home, until we turn every stone.
At the end of it all.
A fate undecided, when black hearts are guided.
At the end of it all.
We falter, we fail, still with wind in our sails.

I will extract my pound of flesh.
As long as it's mine for the taking.
We found our morals subjective.
We all got dirt under our nails.

It's a hard thing to avoid.
When crawling through the mud and hail.


2. WHEN YOU'RE BORN IN THE GUTTER, YOU END UP IN THE PORT

We're always searching for daylight (daylight)
Will we ever find what we're looking for

Bloody my fists.
Against the same wall.
Hoping for a different dent.
Over and over again.
[?] my floor boards.
Clawing in the dark for a switch.

Indian summer upon us.
Tried to see but thick was the haze.
How can I ever get one leg up.
When I was born with my two feet in the grave.

When I was young.
The preacher told me.
I'd be found out by my sins.
Bloody my fists.
Against the same wall.
Hoping for a different dent.
Over and over again.

Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight

Keep searching, keep searching
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching, keep searching
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching, keep searching
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching, keep searching
Searching for daylight

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We're always searching for daylight (daylight)
Will we ever find what we're looking for


3. POST SATANIC RITUAL BABY

No sense in talking sense.
In the end I always lose.
The lie about love and fear.
Is they're things that you can't choose.
But my soul is still thirsty.
Sometimes we all just need a drink.
You only see through bloodshot eyes.
When you're crying in the sink.

I tried to shake the feeling.
But now the feeling's shaking me.
My back's against the ceiling.
Still holding on, I cut my teeth.
Forget it all. Forget it all.
Forgetting all that's under me.
My back is against the ceiling.
Still holding on, I cut my teeth.

I'm losing ground and I'm losing sleep.
So leave that candle burning.
So I can make it back from the brink.

I just can't shake the feeling


4. DEAD HORSES

End over end I've been living,
Through fire, through dirt, and through stone,
Abandoning all, unforgiven,
So tighten the noose that keeps me hanging,
Under this skin I've been given,
Lie broken, these travelers bones,
Dead horses have always been ridden,
So tighten the noose that keeps me hanging.

Never letting go.

I wanna know, I wanna know
Exactly what keeps me hanging on.
Is it the wind in my face? The reassuring embrace
Of a family that I've never known?
I wanna know, I wanna know
Exactly what keeps me hanging on.

Waiting for life to be quickened,
Ending this war on my own,
Breaking down, breaking down these conditions,
Tighten the noose that keeps me hanging,
Acclimated to size, with the dirt in my eyes,
Drowning in waters unknown,
Weathered and worn, I'm still hidden,
Tighten the noose that keeps me hanging

Never letting go


5. BROWBEATERS ANONYMOUS

I feel it in my bones.

It can never escape me.
There can never be compromise.
Always evading stones.
You can never mistake me.
For someone who can't realize.
The fucking difference.

Between the night and day.
It will never get through your skull.
I feel it in my bones.
It can never escape me.
There can never be compromise.

You can do it all again.
But you won't take me alive.
I'll keep screaming.

Let go of this iron lung.
You know I'll keep breathing.
Let go. Let go.


6. IT'S ALL OVER BUT THE CRYIN'

What is this river you want to cross?
You're searching for answers. Was it worth the cost?
No sky, no ground. The illusion of time.
No river, no boat. Another state of mind.

Degenerating, come undone.
As the water fills my lungs.
I'm goin' down and I can't stop sinking.
If I could swim a little more.
I could make it to the shore.
Wishful thoughts can't stop this mud I'm drinking.

Your gods can't hear you. You're still lost in the herd.
I know, I cried out. They never said a word.
Nothing but water. In the sacred pools.
Nothing in their holy books. But fears of an ancient fool.


7. LACUNA INC.

I wish this could last forever.
Another face in a photograph.
I try so hard to remember.
Although I know there's no going back.
A broken rung in the ladder.
Another faded photograph.
While all these memories shatter.
I watch it all fade to black.

Godspeed, despite the notion.
I'm done sleeping with my eyes wide open.
Wake me when it's over.

The sooner, the better.
Assimilate as you fall in line.
I try so hard to remember.
When you were you in another time.
A broken bone in the ladder.
Another faded photograph.
And as these memories shatter.
I watch it all fade to black.

Can't stop. Won't stop.
Never looking back.


8. MIKE MYERS NEVER RUNS, BUT HE ALWAYS CATCHES UP

Scrape me off. And put me away.
The feeling is off. So used to rejection.
My heart: a darker shade of grey.
So far. Within these walls I'll stay.

Within these walls I'll stay.

Scrape me off. I'm always reminded.
I break like glass. In the hands of the living.
I stand just like a mountain.
You fall cut down like a tree.

And made into floorboards.

And made into floorboards.

From me, dear you.
A jaded point of view.
Write it down. Throw it away.
Every word you dare not say.

From me, dear you.
From me, dear you.

Right hand up. Repeat after me.
I'll settle every fucking score.
Right hand up. Repeat after me.
I'll bellow 'til my lungs are sore.
Right hand up. Repeat after me.
I'll settle every fucking score.


9. THE FORTUNATE ONES

We can get to the ocean.
Before the end of the sun.
We can wash off the ashes.
We are, we are the fortunate ones.

We can get to the ocean.
Against the tempest we run.
We can wash off the ashes.
We are, we are the fortunate ones.

Check your pulse. Make sure that you're still breathing.
Catch your breath. Accept that you're not dreaming.
We saw the swarm rise over the mountains.
Held onto hope as we lost track of days.

You better run and hide.
Carry what you love.
Keep it by your side.
They'll leave nothing behind.
Our bones picked clean.
And the whites pulled from our eyes.


10. THAT DOG'LL HUNT

Stop burning bridges.
When you know you can't swim.
You're always starting battles.
Just to bury men (just to bury men)

You can stare down the sun.
But when you turn tail and run.
I hope your feet don't fail you.
We'll carry on. We'll carry on.
Grind your teeth to the gum.
You're itching to jump the gun.
But when your feet have failed you.
We'll carry on. We'll carry on.

Rattle the walls you built to keep yourself in.
With only ghosts left to commune.

That's what you get for staring at the sun again.
Until the blood runs from your nose.
I know you burn your candles at both ends.
We all learn the hard way, I suppose.