1. |
Obsidian
01:44
|
|
||
Flying missiles over someone's Broadway
Its a joke, but who is laughing now?
Spoiled brats on the button
All gluttons in their own way
And we're sick
But we're not quite tired yet
We live in oblivion
No matter what city you're living in
All stone colder
Than obsidian
All pawn people we are
For all purposes
A systemic production
Oblivion
What we're seeing is
Fear for loyalty
Laughing at a true threat
They're all around
Laughing at a true threat
All stone colder
Than obsidian
|
||||
2. |
Royal Blu
01:20
|
|
||
Your hair grew in my dream
Must have taken you a year
Down to your ass
Wore a dress
Was a little too much
For my hazy dinner party
It was royal blue
Long like you
And yeah, it's true
I spent the whole night weaving to you
Eyes closed shut for just a moment
I felt hope for just a moment before I woke
I felt hope
|
||||
3. |
Forces
01:51
|
|||
Stepping out of mind
Took a walk in a foreign land
Where the people don’t stare
Where nobody’s listening
Where nobody’s digging in
Just doing what I’m doing to get paid
Stepping out of my mind
Got forces forcing me to do
The dirty work
Got my own to do
|
||||
4. |
Tres
01:37
|
|||
Like a pack of smokes
[Inaudible cough]
When they’re done you start all over again
When I sound in jest, or jokes, I’m not
I look my worst when I’m telling the truth
And I’ll confess
That it’s a shrewd move
To hold your head down and trudge towards truth
With a goal, as shallow as it may sound
To smoke ‘em all
Until I see her again
|
||||
5. |
Creeping
01:26
|
|||
So yeah, I stood outside the café
Cig in my hand
Acting all cool, unsuspecting as my brain
Leaked drool
Out the side of my lip
Something’s making me hungry
I’m acting all cool
I’m standing against the brick, fucking wall
A loser to the world
But a winner all along
And I’d be right if I was walking fucking home
But I’m a sucker all too much
So tonight, I’ll do what I fucking want
And that’s alright
|
||||
6. |
Black Fell Swoop
01:19
|
|||
Pulled me out of home
For a night out on the town
Where I don’t belong
A native right veering left wrong turn
Before I made a mistake or two
I found myself in a sunken foyer
With two hands full
A toxic belly with a deep dark view
No, I don’t blame you
For the black fell swoop
Cutting off my view
As I sullied my name and my room, too
Pulled me out of home
And the black fell swoop
With two hands full
As I sullied my name and my room
|
||||
7. |
Circle in the Sand
01:31
|
|||
This is the part that I tell you I never want to meet again
No real friend of mine
Would shake such a cruel hand
And now it’s time that I draw a circle in the sand
Easily crossed by so many angles
I repeat myself
Cause it’s the only way
I believe it, it’s true
(I never want to meet again)
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like JUST, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp