1. |
Some Kind of Thing
03:54
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I wish to be some kind of thing
I'm too busy wondering if I'm responsible
For the paths I took along the way
I'll never be that other thing
But once that line is crossed, you can't uncross it
What a way to play a game
With marksman's sight and piss poor aim
Our crooked fingers live to blame
Do you still wish to be some kind of thing?
I bet you're wondering who is responsible
For the influence along the way
Did they wish to be some kind of thing?
Did they lose their cool? What did they sacrifice?
What's it matter anyway?
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2. |
Child's Play
03:17
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I think I've finally pegged the way you play your party tricks
So sly, and no one notices, it makes me sick
You don't hesitate to spew apologies, but when I do the same
You claim that I don't even care
I could fire back with a slew of words
And puncture up your heart, but we'd be taking turns
In a juvenile, adolescent waste of time - a child's game
Frankly, lady, I don't wanna play
Consider this the final straw, you've really pissed me off
It's just like nails upon a chalkboard every time you squawk
I can't take it anymore, I swore for once and all I'd write you off
I think you know it's just what you deserve
I'm so preoccupied with proving myself innocent
There are things I wished I'd said in certain arguments
But now it's curtains and a lesson learned - here's twelve pats on the back
While you're at it, have this cake and eat it too.
I think I've finally pegged the way you play your party tricks
You're sly so no one notices, it makes me sick
You don't hesitate to spew apologies -
When I do the same, you claim that I don't even care
I guess I'll fire back with a slew of words
You better bet your sorry ass that I'll make sure they hurt
It's a juvenile, adolescent waste of time - a child's game
Trust me, lady, you don't wanna play
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3. |
Back Talker
04:29
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All that I have learned prepared me for this fight
I'm striking up a match, my only source of light
It starts out as a flame to then become a fire
A snowball in itself, my very own funeral pyre
Whose smoke fills up the room - what am I to do
Once all has settled down to form a bath of ashen ground?
It's so mechanic how I run my mouth
The thoughts fill in, the words spill out
I can make a lot of noise when I don't agree
I know it's an issue and a one-way track
To self-destruction with no way back
At least I've got the guts to stand up and speak,
So won't you spare me with the rambling for one night?
Because everything you do leaves me in a shamble,
Crawling up the walls and biting at my nails.
In this second act, an insufficient tact -
You take hold of my hand and ask me,
"Are you having trouble breathing, man?"
It's so mechanic how you run your mouth,
The thoughts fill in, the words spill out
You can make a lot of noise when you don't agree
Did you know it's an issue and a one-way track
To self destruction with no way back?
You ain't got the guts to stand up and speak
But I guess I'll spare you with the rambling for one night
It's so mechanic how we run our mouths
The thoughts fill in, the words spill out
We can make a lot of noise when we don't agree
And we know it's an issue and a one-way track,
But we don't need you, don't you see
We have got the guts to stand up and speak?
I guess we'll spare you with the rambling for one night.
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4. |
Houses In the Water
03:54
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Oh, there's a light on
It suddenly illuminates
What once was hiding in the dark
A loaded gun
It speaks in tongues
Infecting nearly every spot
You see no way to save yourself
You move along, you carry on
"All eyes on me and no one else"
You'll pull it off, just keep it strong
And maintain your head
Replace your dread with happy thoughts
So we can both be free again
Oh, what's this? A shimmer?
Some gleam of hope to fuel the spark
Within a space so tight, it's rightfully described as paralysis
I pray that this will finally help me scratch the itch
I found a way to save myself
I moved along, I carried on
I kept my eyes on something else
I pulled it off, I kept it strong
And maintained my head
Let comfort spread
And once it did, I was finally free again
No more talk of skin and bones
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5. |
Tumbleweed
02:34
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It's high time I made a move
Suggestion of something new
Has got me welling up inside
I'm a worried mess, I'm a worried mind
No, I'm not alright
My heart feels like a tumbleweed
From day to day, the changing breeze
Can build me right up or break me down
So it's high time I move along
This is hopeless, no use in hanging on
When you can't make me change my mind
I love you girl, I love you fine,
But you've gotta chill
All systems go, it's time to leave
The traffic lights have all turned green
I'm out of time and out of luck
So it's high time you carried on
Throw your punches at the world alone
It's not as if I wanna lose you
What's there left for us to prove
But one more tired go around at best?
Our love has been reduced to tangles
I don't have the strength to wrangle up
This rope and pull you to your feet
So it's high time I made a move
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6. |
Junkyard
03:08
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Ooh
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