1. |
hide and seek
02:06
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(honestly…)
I gave it all I got
Now I’m all alone
I found the perfect spot
To pretend you’re gone
You chased me to my house
Screaming let me in
I’m reeling from your shouts
And adrenaline
I never win
I’m edging at the brink
And I meet the floor
I burned myself to think
You’ve been bleeding for
A stupid little boy
Asking where’d he go
Cause now I’m just a voice
On your radio
Stereo
And now I’m screaming
Help
I think I hurt myself
I barely even fell
Addicted to the pain
I hate this fucking game
You broke my favorite toy
I bet I can destroy
My love
Before you find
Where I hid it from you
I lock it all inside
And I take the kill
I’m sucking down my pride
Like a sleeping pill
These rotten little lies
Dripping off my tongue
I’m choking on my cries
But I’m having fun
Watch me run
Now I’m screaming
Help
I think I hurt myself
I barely even fell
Addicted to the pain
I hate this fucking game
You broke my favorite toy
I bet I can destroy
My love
Before you find
Where I hid it from you
1
2
3
Now everybody out
And now I’m screaming
Help
I think I hurt myself
I barely even fell
Addicted to the pain
I hate this fucking game
You broke my favorite toy
I’d rather just destroy
My love
Before I let you even get the fucking
Chance
Why can’t I feel my hands
I barely understand
Addicted to the pain
I hate this fucking game
You broke my favorite toy
I bet I can destroy
My love
Before you find
Where I hid it from you
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2. |
art collector
02:33
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(a self-critique, peer-reviewed.)
You threw me off the wall and you nailed me to the floor
You hated how my mouth would always splatter cross the door
You tried to understand why I kept you wanting more
You held me for yourself but you never could adore
You told me that you love my pretty eyes
You chewed me up and spit me out alive
You found another item to despise
You can always name your price
You a
Connoisseur
Saboteur
Look at you
You’re such an art collector
Entrepreneur
Aren’t you so pure
No amateur
You’re an art collector
I tried change the way that you view my shitty frame
I rate it by the day, but you rate it by my name
I’m leaking from my face, now it’s time to make a claim
You wrap me up and tie me to the words you wouldn’t say
You told me that you love my pretty eyes
You chewed me up and spit me out alive
You found another item to despise
You can always name your price
You a
Connoisseur
Saboteur
Now look at you
You’re such an art collector
Entrepreneur
Aren’t you so pure
No amateur
You’re an art collector
An art collector
An art collector
An art collector
An art collector
You told me that you love my pretty eyes
You chewed me up and spit me out alive
You found another item to despise
You can always name your price
I look at you
I look at you
I look at you
I look at you
I look at you
I look at you
An art collector
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3. |
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(an act of acronyms.)
Don’t tell me that this feeling’s real
Tell me it’s just sex appeal
But why if everything’s the same
Do I keep writing out your name
It goes
M
There’s something wrong with
Me
Y
There’s nothing wrong with
You
R
Can’t change
Reality
A
Can’t change your
Attributes
And you were cross the room downstairs
Gazing at me kinda strange
A message on my phone said “come here”
The minute that I read your name
M
Your text is killing
Me
Y
What’s going on with
You
R
Can’t think
Realistically
A
Can’t drop my
Altitude
M
I try to read your
Mind
Y
It just comes out as
Yakking
R
Awaiting your
Reply
A
You really got me
Asking
Oh
You know I gotta go
But you know I wanna know
What you’re suggesting
You’re racing me til I can’t stand
I swear we just went hand in hand
But every time I catch the scenes
I keep painting in my dreams I’m thinking
M
Think you’re the one for
Me
Y
But there are two of
You
R
Which one’s
Reality?
A
Was never that
Astute
M
I try to read your
Mind
Y
It just comes out as
Yakking
R
Awaiting your
Reply
A
It’s really got me
Asking
Oh
You know I gotta go
But you know I wanna know
What you’re suggesting
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4. |
ignite
03:50
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(to the flame...)
Sister healer
Come and try to break the spell
Mister preacher
Come and try to bless this hell
Maybe maybe
You could bleed my little shell
Maybe maybe
I could drain your wishing well
I think I’m all right
Til I go outside
And can’t see the light
I think you were right
There’s something inside
That just won’t ignite
Pretty poison
Calling from a lonely shelf
Wicked weapon
Born somewhere within myself
I think I’m all right
Til I go outside
And can’t see the light
I think you were right
There’s something inside
That just won’t ignite
I hold my mouth to the flame
I taste no pleasure or pain
Just let me swallow the shame
To feel some fire inside
Now I’m gonna try
To draw my blood in the fight
To try to ignite
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