1. |
Sleep
04:36
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Sleep
I fuck up almost every night
screaming fights and broken wrists
I'm so sick of destroying
I'm so sick of destroying
Breakdowns in my bath tub
its no fun when the water turns red
I'm so sick of destroying
I'm so sick of destroying
abort me
abort me
abort me
I feel a lot when the lights go out
i see a lot when i think to hard
sleep
sleep
sleep
sleep
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2. |
Wool Sweaters
02:41
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3. |
Half an Hour
03:07
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Didn't Know what to do to all the men who cut at your hands and clawed at your thighs
didn't know what do to all the boys who wanted your body and wanted it again
and I see a light at the top of the tower
blinking red and yellow and orange every half and hour
and I hear foot steps on clean asphalt echoing you screaming
its not your fault
and I see a light at the top of the tower
blinking red and yellow and orange every half and hour
and I hear foot steps on clean asphalt echoing you screaming
its not your fault
its not your fault
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4. |
Bedroom Floor
01:53
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Bedroom Floor
My glass has always been half empty
my Mind has always overflown
So I sit on my bedroom floor
trying to fill the cracks in my mind
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5. |
Talk Tough
02:15
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Talk Tough
Combat boots and Lace Boots
Don't pair well but thats what I
I talk tough and I dress tough
But I wish I was
I bark and I can bite
But its nit really wroth the fight
I talk Tough and I dress tough
But I wish I was
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6. |
Match Box
02:42
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I collect stamps in match boxes
Hoping that the live in those letters might transfer back to me
I sit in benches
And people watch
Hoping to find a way to connect
I crave to be part of something
I crave to catch a strangers glance and make it my own
But I've got bloody fingers
And a nasty mouth
My eyes are long shut out
I crave to be part of something
I crave to catch a strangers glance
And make it my own
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7. |
Coma
03:17
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Coma
My brain is asleep
but not from lack of circulation that started in my feet
I'm coma stricken
but I still get up every signal day
Let me rot away
let me stay
let me float away
let my concave
Let me rot away
let me stay
let me float away
let my concave
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8. |
Not Brave
02:58
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When I grow up
I want to be struck
Med my sleepless mind
My body starts to wake
leave it
I'm not brave
fuck me over
distort my step
hand made clover
And when I grow up
I want conditioned scars
From when I cut off my nose
To spite my face
I'm not brave
fuck me over
distort my step
hand made clover
and cherish the knife that set me free
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