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Rings and Coins
02:49
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It's a million to one
We wake up
Through the sting of our bloodshot eyes
Feel the weight of the life around us
Through the fog of disease and mistrust
Burn it to the ground
or fight for fuckin' years to fix it
Speak for yourself
Is this better than hell
or is Earth just a life raft
for the dull and not-quite-dead-yet
Day to day I'll give you different answers
It's a million to one
We wake up
Through the sting of our blood-soaked hearts
Consciousness is the waking universe
Hope it likes staring at earnings reports
It woke up for this
Incessant clicking fingertips
Speak for yourself
This is better than hell
Safe and sound in my air conditioned home
Speak for yourself
You've got stories to tell
Just in time for the Cave In
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Fancy Words for Failure
04:09
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I plunge my hands into the sea
Of disappointments over decades
Drowning all my dreams
The salt, it fills my seams
Cleanses aspirations
And my lust for heights forever out of
Reach out and grab that golden ring
Don't make apologies for things that never happened with your dreams
You know there isn't room for us all
Yeah
Won't make apologies
For things so far beyond control
Well at least you didn't fail alone
This time I do it for myself
Get on board or go to hell
Over the years I lost my evidence of ever being heard
Paired down my expectations to the thinnest
Of ambitions
Sunk my teeth into the bone
Backing down from ever leaving
Your father knows just where you are
Your mother stands there crying
This time we do it for ourselves
Get on board or go to hell
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3. |
Flak Cannon
04:12
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You claim to miss my presence there
Bait sympathy with your limp despair
After seven years I guessed
The gears were turning in your fuckin' head
But I don't think so
I don't see it
You joined a cult
Betrayed your reason
Then assumed it would be the same
Collapsed in on yourself
All your red-pilled edgelord friends
And your yes-man
Shouting at the void
We're masculine
Fragile dipshits playing pretend
And I'm as done as I could be
Reaching out was borderline embarrassing
And I'm as done as I can be
You got nothin' to gain
Nothin' to prove
Nothin' left to do
But go away
Whoa-oh
How am I supposed to give a shit
When everything you stand for makes me
Sick
And where were you on the sixth?
You took your legacy
Dragged it through a river of shit
Your development wasn't arrested
It died when you were a kid
There's culture beyond the 80s
And nostalgia is a ditch
You gave in to the worst of your instincts
Let your daddy issues turn you into a
Bitch
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4. |
Disbelief
04:34
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Slept through the first six months
Alone in that apartment
Dissociated while the vapor choked the guilt
Glass shards stuck in my carpet
Hiding from disease in darkness
The life I'd waste seemed present in the trees
I've always been a safe bet to break
I've always been a safe bet to break
I shut out my brothers
And cut out most others
I know it's been a long time to wait
Even when it was the world at stake
I shut out my brothers
And that's so much to forgive
Over time became afraid
Of voices on the stairs
And in the hallways
As always
I've got a lot to say
But no solutions
Just excuses to make
Disbelief seems to be the common theme
I should've been there for you
Not hiding up in Michigan
I should've been there for you
Not hiding behind distances
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5. |
Spring Grove
04:10
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Traits you know
I've outgrown
Seed a new regression
Feeling so familiar and young
They'll sing along
Western coast ain't mid enough
Who is this in my mirror
I'm all alone in here
These nights will terrify
My bed's alive with fear
That kept me up so long
Kept me up so long
Isolation 'til she's done
Six more months
Killing time never felt like murder
Calmly tell HR about your anger
And loneliness
Don’t forget your signature
And a log of all expenditures
Six more months
Going under
Losing grip
Oh
Spill out all the reasons that we cry
Try to joke about it
Like are we gonna die
Stare at our laptops
Pixels and hum
Try to speak up
Your voice is evening sun
Tell me all the reasons that you cry
Everyone around you knows what this feels like
Pulling you under
Pushing you through
What's there to do
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Abandoned Malls of America is a midwestern rock band that combines the feel and emotion of classic early 00s Emo with modern Punk energy and a healthy dose of cynicism.
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