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Grit 'n Scrape
02:41
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do you know
what it's like
to be hurtin all the way up to your eyes
and do you know
how it feels
to know that your past is never healed
and do you know
why it is
nothin's been better since we were kids
and you know
when I live
it's like water flowing through a sieve
I didn't know
but now I do
the dirt is covering me and you
didn't know
but now I do
death isn't final it's just proof
shovel digs
deep down
doesn't stop until i'm tired of the sound
of my teeth
they grit 'n scrape
they make me feel that there is no escape
put us in a cage
watch us fight
pull out our teeth
leavin' no bite
there is no wisdom
there is no peace
I'm certainly unsure
of what you mean
put me in a cage
and I will fight
gouging out your eyes
I'm not alone
I am new
I am not forgetting you
I'm feelin old
I hear words said
It doesn't matter cuz you're already dead
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BGF
03:33
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so i'm walkin' with my dad into a mob of people
eyes are aimed up, I can only see the top of the brick wall
and I want to see what they see
I ask if I can get on his shoulders, he looks hesitant but assured
he says yes, but, don't get too close to their flame
I climb, aided by his strength, up on his shoulders
because I want to see it, what's making everyone so angry
so I get down off my dad's shoulders
I want to make my way through the crowd, i see fire, i see red faces
and then finally, I see what they see, it's a big green freak
he looks terrified, and i ask him, "why, why is everyone so afraid of you?"
he says, "i don't know, i was just hungry, i was lookin for food"
and I reach into my pocket, and I give him some, of what I had earlier
and I see the confusion on his face, he doesn't deserve this
no one does
and I realize, he's no different than you
he's no different than me
he's no different than any of us
Here I am
I've got the torch in my hand
Here I am
I've got the pitchfork in my hand
and I want him dead
Here I am
I've got the torch in my hand
now on, Here I am
I've got the pitchfork in my hand
and now he's dead
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3. |
D&D
02:43
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now I come runnin'
out the back door
scared for my life
then i fall down
down in the mud
blindin' my eyes
wipe them off
watch her leave
don't wanna see
big wooden box
covered in dirt
hiding you will be
every time that I throw bricks
I always hit you
gotta grow up
deal with it
forget that man
ask my mom
from her grave
if there's a plan
no reply
didn't think so
standing alone
every week
i'll come back
and read next to you
I'm not throwin' bricks anymore
I just miss you
throwin' bricks
I've got no more bricks to throw
I'll make it through
after twenty-three years
all i can say is thank you
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4. |
Deyoung
02:59
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I remember taking you to the mall
you asked, to return a dress
I said "no problem" and we went
headed down Deyoung west
you said some things I ignored
eyes on the road
as I parked you got out yelling
and I cursed at you, for the first time
I'm a waste, waste, waste, waste
of your grace, grace, grace, grace
I saw your eyebrows perk up
soon as I finished the word
explaining I wasn't angry at all
just wanted to be heard
rest of the day felt all wrong
I got sick in the head
showing I can handle stress
and proving myself again, and again, and again, again
I'm a waste, waste, waste, waste
of your grace, grace, grace, grace
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5. |
Eko
02:28
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years ago I served in a small church
and every sunday after mass
there was a young boy waiting in the back
and one day he confessed to me
with a sad look but rage in his eyes
he started to explain, you see
he killed his dog with a shovel
cuz it bit his baby sister on the cheek
I swear to god, I swear to god, I swear to god
I have nothing left
I came up first
mouth full of dirt
no thoughts came
now I'm clawing with shame
he asked if he was destined for hell
and I told him god would understand
and forgive him if he was sorry
but the boy did not care
he was only afraid that when he got to hell
the dog would be waiting for him
I swear to god, I swear to god, I swear to god
I have nothing left
I came up first
mouth full of dirt
no thoughts came
now I'm clawing with shame
I swear to god
I have nothing
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