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Dead eyes, sallow and pallid in the moonlight nights.
Spent, sedated, self-medicated.
Bury my mind under deceiving thoughts,
And I'll swallow every last fucking drop.
Entangled and ensnared,
I'm trapped in razor wire.
Close my eyes and hope the world just fades away.
Porcelain grey it lingers,
And the monster tightens its grip around my shoulders.
The death rattles are nothing new,
I walked alone barefoot for years
Buried deep, with a hand that turns and turns.
Held down by countless phantom limbs,
Paralysed by the fear.
The city decays and the walls start to fall in.
Dwell in the fire,
Take pleasure in the pain.
Serves as a reminder,
There's no one left to blame.
Dwell in the fire,
Take pleasure in the pain.
Serves as a reminder,
My pulse remains the same.
Dead eyes, sallow and pallid in the moonlight nights.
Entangled and ensared,
I'm trapped in razor wire.
Close my eyes and hope the world just fades away.
And the world just fades away.
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Kronos
02:23
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Cancer corroding the foundation
The rot in the walls creeps further into our private Idaho.
Let's burn them all to ashes,
With the memories as welcome as a witch in Salem.
Eat our children the moment they're born.
Suck the marrow out from our teeth,
Pick them clean.
Hang the hollowed out bones in the four corners of our home.
I've gutted myself to make room for the lies I entrust,
And now I find myself rotting from the inside.
This self sabotage that defines a lifetime,
Aided by our ignorance
"All is well if I'm getting mine."
Such oblivious eyes.
We built this life of sin,
And all I want is to drown in unholy baptism.
Eat our children the moment they're born.
This self sabotage that defines a lifetime,
Aided by our ignorance
"All is well if I'm getting mine."
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A contradiction of impurity and insanity,
Waging war inside myself for a thousand lifetimes.
Armed with neon signs and slurring rhymes.
It permeates through my soul,
"This world's for the sinner".
That's why I've grown so bitter,
So bitter and cold.
This dispossession will no doubt cause endless restlessness,
And I begin to take comfort in hopelessness.
This is my last time, I've had enough.
Crumbling and stumbling through the shell of myself.
You will regret, then learn to accept.
Cutting our teeth on neon signs and slurring rhymes.
Swaying incoherently.
It permeates through my soul,
"This world's for the sinner".
That's why I've grown so bitter,
So bitter and cold.
This is my last time, I've had enough.
Crumbling and stumbling through the shell of myself.
You will regret, then learn to accept.
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4. |
Intermission
01:46
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5. |
Warmouth
03:09
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The vultures have come,
Circling and waiting for a faded pulse.
So bury your knife deep between my shoulders
And let me sleep soundly.
Why can't the ground just open up
Why can't the ground just open up and swallow me whole?
This mouth was built for war,
Shoots straight and true.
This mouth was built for war,
This mouth was built for war.
You can't stand upright without a spine.
Slithering around on your yellow belly,
Flaring your feathers.
Underestimating the waters that surround you.
I can feel you impatiently waiting for a faded pulse.
This will not be the end of me,
I will not go quietly.
Just a snake without fangs,
I'd love to watch you burn.
You can't stand upright without a spine.
Slithering around on your yellow belly,
Flaring your feathers.
Underestimating the waters that surround you.
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6. |
Snake Charmer
03:38
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Dancing through the street light,
We know what keeps us awake,
What keeps us awake at night.
In darkness,
Our minds are set to kill.
A few drinks and this shuddering spine sits still.
We no longer know the comfort of night,
Just swallow the sick that rises in the back of your throat.
We're not well adjusted,
Just natural born failures,
Growing jaded.
I'm wise enough to know I'm not bulletproof,
I was born to lose.
You can't sell me for parts,
Spoilt rotten, painted as art.
Snake Charmer, bring the rains
Bury my soul,
Drink my body away.
Drink my body away.
Snake Charmer, bring the rains
Bury my soul,
Drink my body away.
Drink my body away.
Just swallow the sick that rises in the back of your...
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Cariad
02:57
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I watched the light of your eyes flicker as I begin to stutter
"Why should I stay, when breathing you in just makes me ill?"
We're not talking anymore,
Just throwing vowels sharpened as arrows
Chewed and spat from a mouth riddled with disease,
A disease with no remedy.
The pure tragedy that lies beneath the grains,
It's just a game we love to play,
It's a game we love to play.
Wash away my misery,
'cause my soul belongs to the depths of winter.
And now the distance has grown,
We've become worn and torn.
Your jagged teeth and lucid dreams,
The blackened days that I breathe in.
Nothing feels the same anymore.
We've become worn and torn.
Jagged teeth and lucid dreams.
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Junkhead Sydney, Australia
Debut EP 'Warmouth'
Out Now!
Junkhead is:
Josh Hill
Scotty Daniels
Ben Tranter
Dave Cullen
Ross Driver
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