1. |
American Sisyphus
00:55
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My house is falling apart
It keeps trying to bury me in the yard
I wanna burn it down—get new start
But my policy won’t cover arson
Stuck in a cycle
Of tear down and recreate
There’s only so much work I can handle
I just wanna take a break
I’m just gonna rest my eyes for a minute
Let me know when my break is over
I’ve had enough of all this pushing
These hills keep growing
This rock won’t let me win
It feels so hollow
What am I working for?
Every time I make to the top
They just want more
There’s gotta be a better way to live a life
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2. |
Deadbeat
01:20
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Well god damn…
I lost my head again
Hit me with another hand
I’ve gotta break even
Can’t look my wife in the eye
With empty pockets
And a mortgage that I swear is gonna take my life
Hit Me
Hit Me
Hit Me Again
This is my last chance
You’re my only hope
Lord knows I need a good hand if I'm going home
All my ends are in shambles
And my teeth are decayed
I just need another spade before I call it a day
How did I end up here?
My life used to be great
I had first class home
And respect for days
Now when I pray to Jesus
All I hear is my voice
bouncing back at me from empty bottles I keep
There no hope for me
I’m just an empty sea
Sing sirens songs trying to steal a little company
There no hope for me
I’ve been lost in a mental sea
Longer than I care to admit
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3. |
Creeps
01:23
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I’m tired of waking up
I feel like I’ve run out of luck
I just wanna give it up
I think my head’s gone missing
I feel like something’s wrong with me
Seeing things I know I shouldn’t see
It’s like I fell into a horror movie
These creeps are coming after me
Have you ever felt afraid of something deep inside your brain
I swear there’s something round the corner
Waiting to take my breath away
And if I’m not more careful
They’re gonna drag me back to hell again
There’s a monster in my closet
And a demon in my bed
And if I play my cards right
Maybe I’ll last long enough to see another day
A cloud of red obscures my vision
I’ve been drifting through hell
Maybe I should just give in
I’m still afraid of the things that keep me up
But I’ll give in
I’m too tired to give a fuck
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4. |
Answered Prayer
01:42
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I saw wander down a lonely road
You came way too close to a path I know
I can only tell what I faced
Now it's on you to pray for grace
I’m tired of this facade you hide behind
Now I wanna see you in the light
Come out of the shadow and show us what you look like
Stop being afraid to live your own life
We’ve all been there
These words are the answer to your prayer
Break the silence
You’ve served them long enough
Be your own
We'll call their fucking bluff
You’ve got nothing to lose
But fabricated views
You never need to submit
We all know they’re full of shit
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5. |
Give A Fuck
01:34
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We saw it coming
It’s all the same
Let Live - Let Die
Pull the trigger
Arm child child
Don’t try to tell me
It’s all for good
The gun your holding
Tells another lie
A national indoctrination
Conservation of tradition
Above a physical human
“And here we build our nation”
We’re all suffocating
We can’t fucking breathe
And you don’t care enough
to move your fucking knee
They're all the same
“Fuck the citizen,
who gets mud on my knee.”
When does it end?
Have you had your fill of the dead?
This is the state
You put down a life to create
Fuck your tradition
Fuck your pure doctrine
A Fundamentalist holy crime
Tear down a life
For you to feel divine
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6. |
Consumer : Creator
01:21
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La verda en tu corazon te dise todo
I know it’s hard to swallow
See it all for yourself
Let the blind lead the blind
No te puedan controla
Break out of the hive mind
All the things that oppress you
you can leave them behind
grito
We destroy
Then recreate
We are the crown
We bear the weight
que quieres de tu vida?
Take the time to decide
This is your life
Get in line or divide
No te puedan controla
We can take all the weight
No te puedan controla
This life is ours to create
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7. |
Dreamers
01:23
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Messiah
I am he
This is my path
We are thee
King of kings
Living free
Have mercy on me
Intoxicated on a holy fantasy
Is this not what you created me to be
Who’s at fault for the rebellion of man
But who the fuck am I
To question your master plan
Selling salvation to a people without need
Manipulation is a virtue when it can’t be seen
Sell me solutions to a problem you made
A god damn false sense of heavenly security
Sell me love
Sell me love
Sell me love
Sell me
Last call for salvation tonight.
Raise up your hand and I’ll save you from the fire
Offer solutions that we’ll never need
A provocation of fabricated anxieties
Give us something obscene
Like a state murdered victim built off a system built of greed
Spreading Word like holy fire
Burning down the fields of the dreamers like me
We just wanna be free
We sold our souls for the American dream
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8. |
Cerveza
01:31
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I think I’m gonna need another drink
I pissed off all the Jesus freaks
They’re coming at me with a look in their eye
Looks like I’m getting saved tonight
Maybe I could use another savior
One who can really take the pain away
And maybe I should bite my tongue
Before I go off on another holy tirade
Passions are burning and oceans are rising
The end times are coming -- and I’m still deciding
Fuck it
I don’t feel like giving up this life to man in the sky
I’ll be my own messiah
Hell’s hot but Albuquerque is hotter
I’ll take a glass of water
Sober up to drive
I don’t need your god to tell me how to live my life
To take care of me and mine
Then sings my soul
I’ve saved myself from the fold
Can I get my check?
I'm going home
Before I say something I'll regret
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