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Pocket Jesus
04:56
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It’s all there on the label, it’s all been written down.
Where is the hero we’re all being sold
To stage this intervention, to save us from ourselves.
Whole new beginning before we get old.
It all seems so pretentious to need this calling out.
We don’t salute to the flag that you’ve flown.
So watch those hidden meanings you’re spewing from your mouth
You cover your back, I’ll cover my own.
Your hands are tied, your head bowed down low.
This bottom feeder, take back what you stole.
And when you die, we’ve all told you so.
There’s someone else here to crawl in your hole.
Content to keep your distance, that clock is winding down.
We’re all too busy just making the cut.
Time wasted on lamenting and tarnishing the crown
Your place on the food chain, it just opened up.
Hey self-righteous, trying to deceive us,
riding on your high horse playing Pocket Jesus.
Messing up the wrong hair, undercover warfare,
got your own agenda, crying that it’s not fair.
What’s your plan B, pissing in your bed sheets,
yelling at the boss man, blaming all the neat freaks.
Lost another vote, see. How’s your record lately?
How can you defend me, you won’t even greet me!
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Back again? We never called each other friends.
So whatcha got in mind? I’m not listening.
Same old lines or something new this time?
Your game is second hat. I’m not biting it.
I know you hear the strain. The lost becomes the gained.
We’re about to share the pain and then see what remains.
You like to light the fuse? Go ahead and light the fuse.
Got nothing left to lose. Yeah nothing left to lose.
Tear it down
Tear you down
Back in the day, I tried to look the other way.
Pretending you were dead, it was my saving grace.
Now it’s clear, it’s all the shame that brought me here.
That little boy is gone, no more basket case.
The time for talk has passed. I saved the best for last.
I came back here today to kick your sorry ass.
My screams are my release. The fragile life to cease.
I’ll trade the pain for peace. I’ll trade the pain for peace.
Tear it down
Tear you down
Hey where ya going? Why are you running?
Crying and bleeding, that means I win.
You forgot the briefcase. You forgot the briefcase. Cut it.
You forgot the briefcase. You forgot the briefcase.
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3. |
Exit Wounds
04:57
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A year of travesty
It's been fucked up from the get go.
I keep my lessons near me
In case I learn how to let go.
Don't have the energy
To keep this vessel from sinking.
No need to swim any longer.
When will I reach the end?
I want this all to be over.
Got better things to do.
I hate that tap on my shoulder.
The hardening begins
Yeah, while I block out the image
And I pick up the pieces.
And I admit, I admit I was at it again.
The same ol' shit, same ol' shit got me hated back when.
And I expect nothing less than a beating or 3.
But I accept what I get.
It was necessary, necessary.
That word keeps echoing
Yet it won't change the condition.
That window's closing fast
And so is my shot at attrition.
How can I coexist
With so unwanting a spirit?
I'll turn my head in an instant.
Well either you're ashamed
or you've been lying to me.
I guess that either way
It means you can't be happy.
Now I'll just hop this train,
it's not my job to save you.
The only thing I did wrong here.
This is as real as it gets.
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4. |
Notre Dame
04:12
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At home in my cold room.
I want a better view.
Carve a place in my history.
Up close on the small screen,
Like a fresh scene.
Ever distant but near to me.
Long gone is the cold man
With the tired hands.
The distraction I didn't need.
Maybe on another day,
Find another way.
Can't suspend my reality now.
I know what I got myself into.
I know what I set myself up for.
Not far from the path that I'm used to.
Long way from the promise of something more.
That grass isn't always greener.
But I'm done being frozen stiff by fear.
Til then I'm not giving out secrets.
You'll never know, you have no idea.
Set sail on the flood zone.
I should head home.
In the morning I'll reconvene.
Back to the forbidden land
With no hot sand.
8 to 4 in the pain machine.
Rear view in my eyes again.
I keep looking in.
Not a clue who I'm gonna see.
Stone tired, walk another mile
For that faded smile.
Close the mind to the fantasy now.
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5. |
One Armed Bandit
03:37
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Living on edge for the fun of it, totally wasted but I’ll start again.
The beginning, not so frightening, I’ll be the claimant but I’ll listen.
What is the subject or the project? Thinking I’ll study till I know it well.
Jump in headlong, or headstrong. Know what I’m doing, yeah.
Maybe I fall, but now maybe I don’t. I’ll keep standing.
Maybe I’m wrong, but now maybe I’m right. You know that
I’ll follow the call, and then I hope you won’t leave me stranded.
Maybe I fall, but now maybe I don’t.
Back to the present and complacent, give me a reason to remain on board
With this train wreck, you can have it. What if I got it but I still want more
From the hand that I have been dealt, I won’t believe it if it fell to earth.
What’s the next step in the process? I won’t be happy till I risk it.
Maybe I fall, but now maybe I don’t. I’ll keep standing.
Maybe I’m wrong, but now maybe I’m right. You know that
I’ll follow the call, and then I hope you won’t leave me stranded.
Maybe I fall, but now maybe I don’t.
You can’t bring me down (x3)
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I.P.D.E.
02:54
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I know your name, I know your reasons.
Hogtied to faith, you say it keeps you in line.
I know your face, see through the treason.
Under your savior’s where you’re doing your time.
I know your lies, clear and deceiving.
Lead with the smile, it always gives you away.
I know myself, still here believing.
Covet the change, a different look for today.
I know the mile that I’ve been walking.
Ticket to nowhere but back to the ride.
Hands of the gods doing the talking.
Bottle top rage, another picture to hide.
I know the way, get your reaction.
Wasting my breath you’ll leave the trip that you’re on.
Live for the day, lose the attraction.
Resting my brain I know now you’re gone.
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7. |
Can't Stand
04:32
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Open up the cage and let them play.
If you were gonna change, it is the perfect day.
Scheming left and right, eating all of my time.
Knowing day and night, you’ll always be the same.
So distracted from the task at hand.
Searching for a life I just can’t understand.
Well here’s to you my friend, you sure did have it coming.
Now kiss your ass goodbye and look who’s moving in.
I can’t stand to have you kill the master plan.
Turn the back to your demand.
We won’t fail. The house we built is not for sale.
Our resolve is off the scale.
Looking for a chance to eat the day.
There’s no use staring back to view the disarray.
Image in my head, thought it long forgotten.
Fight it till the end, but never go away.
Can’t afford to live a life of shame.
I lie awake in bed in silence from the pain.
I will give you yours, but I will take mine by force.
Kicking open doors while screaming out your name.
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8. |
Middle Man
03:19
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Lightning quick.
All my life I must succumb to your tightening grip.
Overwhelming compromises.
Leap of faith.
Headfirst into Heaven at the most frightening rate.
Simple price to pay for those who’ve lived, loved, and lost.
Ever measure value by the pain and the cost.
All of us are made to suffer.
I've got you on the run again
I'm waiting for a sign
Waiting for the day to come
Got you on the run again
It's clearer to me now.
It's all within my hands.
Make you let me go. Got to let me go.
Left for dead.
I can’t squeeze another calming thought through this head.
No one in the world can stop me now.
Lightning quick.
All my life I must succumb to your tightening grip.
Overwhelming compromises.
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9. |
Uninvited Guest
04:17
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I don’t know what you said or what you did, it doesn’t matter.
You have not earned the right to take part in this conversation.
I know I cannot give you anything to misinterpret.
I won’t be flattered by your company.
(Don’t look down) You’re drowning
(Just look out) in insecurity.
(Don’t look down) It’s coming back again.
There doesn’t seem to be an end to all this damn frustration.
Go hide out in the back. You don’t need to be seen or heard from.
This is the package that you get in return for your actions.
Hope you find comfort in your misery.
(Don’t look down) You’re drowning
(Just look out) in insecurity.
(Don’t look down) It’s coming back again.
Your insignificance is insignificant.
(Don’t look down) You’re drowning
(Just look out) in insecurity.
(Don’t look down) It’s coming back again.
Uninvited
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10. |
FlipSide
04:25
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Got the call first thing today. Welcome to the big time.
Not much that's left to say.
Seems your fate got rearranged. Your future took a back slide.
That smile to hide the pain.
Pain left on the ground. Pain we won't soon forget.
Save it, throw it, that's for us now to decide.
It's always harder on the ones you left behind.
Call out your name like no one can hear me now.
It's always harder.
Been 3 years since yesterday, and every time I rewind,
Those thoughts still feel the same.
Bring to mind those better days, reminders of the good times,
Hope they don’t fade away.
Made it all worth while. Made it alright to live.
Save it, throw it, that's for us now to decide.
It's always harder on the ones you left behind.
Call out your name like no one can hear me now.
It's always harder.
Picked the paper up today. Catch you on the flipside.
So much I want to say.
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Nameless Children Endicott, New York
Influenced by DC post-hardcore, progressive rock, pop punk, and jam, Endicott, NY's Nameless Children blend their influences into a unique brand of melodic punk/alternative.
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