1. |
Windows 95
02:28
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Got the mental disease of time-traveling
I move concurrently but everything’s a blur at this speed
Looking for meaning in the mundane
but every rote line comes out the same
And I’m playing a game
Against death and the fates
Every moment that passes, the score runs up again
Id be surprised if we had god on our side
but we did and we do and she’s got simple advice
Whoa-oh x 2
No one will ever love you like this x 4
I wind my fingers ‘round the curves of your hips
We are the same, we are so different
We love so hard, we hate our faulty skin
For the first time, I’ve not been defined by my limits
I used to pray, I’d wake up fixed
I used to pray, god didn’t make me like this
I used to pray, I used to pray
I used to pray id be forgiven
Whoa-oh x 2
No one will ever love you like this x 4
But no, someone will always love like this
Someone will always love you like this
Someone will always love you like this
Someone, someone, someone…
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2. |
I Am History
03:47
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I’m looking for direction
My compass spins it has no end
I’ll tattoo arrows on my fingers
To find a way to comprehend
Wind weathers us to pieces
Turning mountains into sand
The necessity of dying
Rough maps I draw on my hands
I am history, I repeat and I repeat x 2
Digging up cemetery plots
Still haven’t found the X
It’s been five years
Thought I’d have a better plan than this
Chewed up by monotony
My routine will never quit
Knife to the brain, lobotomy
I can’t get out from under it
I am history, I repeat and I repeat x 2
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3. |
Googam, Son of Goom
03:36
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im trying to be quiet
lower my voice
kill the sound
i talk all the time
when im by myself
when im in crowd
i talk to drown
these demons out
to get me out of bed
to get me off the shelf
thats what all
this yellings about
so come on boys
and play it loud
i can hear myself
i can still hear myself
im trying to be quiet
but im overwhelmed
a broken brain
and a heart that swells
im so tired
i wake up all the time
im slow to change
but i swear im learning how
my voice is
no instrument
its a gnashing of teeth
its a roar of sin
sound and fury
incarnate
all my love is a disappointment
all my love is
all my love is
all my love is
all my love is
because my love
is a selfish thing
and it doesn't matter
how sweet i sing
you are the moon
im a wolf on the ground
all i can do is howl and howl and howl
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4. |
Wrong Realms
03:34
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Bolt of lightning striking
An old zippo lighter
I am crushed
I'm on fire for you
In the palm of your hands
I am clay, I am sand
Build me, break me down
Make me true
I close my eyes
You count backwards from ten
Snap your fingers
I'll be broke from this spell
I am amorous, amorphous
I am bored with this form
I am a dream, I'm unreal
But I hurt
Who's the one that's lost if we both remember it wrong? X2
In a gas station
4am
I drop to my knees
I split into three
Past, present, future
Alarmingly
All mirror images
No reality
I close my eyes
I count backwards from ten
I cant see I can't breathe
This is hell
I am depressive, dysphoric
Imprisoned by this form
But am I real? Am I real?
Can I hurt?
Who's the one that's lost if we both remembered it wrong? X4
I'm in the wrong realm, can't you tell? X4
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5. |
Royal Beheading
04:31
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At the edge of my bed, I took a dive
Plummet to the floor, not a terminal height
Splayed out a pitiful sight
They’ll say “they’re at it again, who’s turn’s it this time?”
I’ll plead and yell
In ev’ry heaven & hell
’Til they kick me back here
I’m gonna be revered
look up at the ceiling, it stays the same
That’s the thing with cycles, things never change
If we’re all doomed, then it’s so easy to see
hands grip a silver spoon, both feet pointed to the sea
I’ll plead and yell
In ev’ry heaven & hell
’Til they kick me back here
I’m gonna be revered
Put me on a cross upside down
I came here to get lost but I’ve been found out
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6. |
The Kindly Ones
03:40
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A doomsday clock sounds out all our time
In two more years I swear this voice will die
5 second to midnight become 4 become 3
Take me now queen of the dead persephone
A cave collapses in over my head
Thought it was the sky, it was only the ceiling
All of my prayers are to porcelain gods
“We’re all gonna die” so please hold your applause
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