ivory tower EP 2013 
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Clean is now unclean & we’re all running from the thoughts in our heads. He laid you across his table then filled the glue between your joints. We were all brought here but not all of us decided to bend. Are we unworthy? I wouldn’t say so & what we say goes. Your hole is my mountain & this endless patronizing is getting so old. There’s so much to say but the taste of the anchor has just become too great. Pulling my tongue back down my throat. Although my teeth are sharp, why fill the void of the ungrateful. Our stomachs are empty but our pockets are full. Maybe in every church, there’s a bullet waiting to hit us & in every back alley, there’s a pair of open arms. But I’m more worried about how empty our heads remain. I guess right & wrong are all the same if you can learn to live with the shame. But don't misunderstand, I only stand for celebration. I only stand for freedom. I spent my childhood looking in the bathroom mirror & all I saw for the longest time was the space behind me. But I’m finally here, confidence has finally arrived. We opened the door. Stuck the cannon through the slim crack. Lit the fuse & sent iron down your small town. We're pounding on the door, I know you're inside. You'll hear me this time, I've called the rats from the floor. Rock bottom has parked itself in the living room of your selfish head. Failure is simple is all about how you begin. It's good to see those eyes. Open & blue. I wrote this song for you. Undone days can now be remade. Undone days can now be remade. 

Lumsden & Kings - Stealing Spines 2013

just to draw you in, I start off by saying something I really don’t mean.
like how much I wanna bash your brains in.
into mine so I can see the way you do things.
the things I say the most never made sense at all.
& I’ve been like this since I can remember
so remember please don’t forget; I’m here waiting.  
I’m stuck being something I know I’m not.
I’m stuck here waiting.
I force myself to stand below the sun
this time you have to face it.


social combat #1

social combat

you wanna know so I’ll tell you
I'm aging fast & life is a hole that I fell through.
I’m aging fast so I’ll tell you
your love was wrong & I know you you knew it too
I knew you had to
I’m still hopeful that one day we can go back
A brand new sun that sits in the same spot of the sky all day everyday/ 
I’m not sure of anything
are you even listening?
Yeah you can spill your guts, I wish you luck in cleaning it up. 
talk talk talk time away, but who the hell was listening?

you thought death was one big joke, but now he’s dead & buried.
& death is laughin’ in your face.


You Wish I Was Dead

Storage - SC(US)

You gave a man his fill of poison, I can feel each & every drop erasing organs from the inventory.
What a story, poor me. I piss out state of minds like yours’ & watch mine evolve in the heat of the concrete.
I’m tied down but willing. This bed shakes with your hips unsure sway. You ask a nasty price, so don’t expect me to pay.
Dodging rain & acid bullets, stayin’ dry in a wethead world. My feet meet the floor, they say run. I say no thanks.
Time is mine, Calm as me, money is free, yeah they hand that shit to me. God’s giving death away like charity.
this world is one giant parody, yeah a fucking circus & I’m laughin’. Ya tight rope is snappin’ beneath your feet.
This is my treat to the elite. A street filled with your own’s blood. Needle to the tongue, you talk but I don’t listen. 
Bringing heads back to the ground. The houses ego’s reside in are being burnt down
& knives are dripping after being pulled from the backs they’d call home.
Song’s been sung all the way through. mayors, presidents, all are hung too. 
I always grant this grudge a long leash. don’t get wrapped up in a red carpet stained by the industry.
We’re dead after all. The hammer’s in my hand & I’m bringing things down.
Looking for a perspective shift, to avoid the front, the facade being put on. The bullshit meat, the fake earnings & sweating for men above me. 
if you believe in that old time rock N roll, better believe it gets the better of your soul. That’s a spin off. But trust me, we’re better off.

SS - Eye Level

https://morrisbridge.bandcamp.com/album/pilot-episodes

Catch Along - Morris Bridge

Park - Morris Bridge

pink & purple

https://morrisbridge.bandcamp.com/album/pilot-episodes

I closed my eyes that long night, felt my hopes run dry 
vision on the ceiling not seen. I said everything is fine 
dreamt against a goodbye, started to cry & hope that God didn't see 
the stars shined bright beyond my sight as ran dripped 
my head again 
you told yourself the same lie I did & you stuck with it. 
that same line, I'm happy 
you smiled when you told me sadly 
fell asleep on the floor asking where did the time go 
the weight on my chest was so dense I felt my lungs collapse 
my mind ran the same course, still I felt a slave 
& every minute felt the same.

Long NIght - Morris Bridge

All instrumental rights to Five Deez//Adult Swim I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG

Cap Luke
Understand my flow essentially/call it half full or half empty/no second guessing run ya mouth outtaa jealousy, zealously, my consciousness elated like a brilliant soliloquy, I'm a drug extorted like a fight over phetamines, complacency aborted like a half assed daydream, death of a salesman dont let anyone phase me, these lines ya railin chase it takin on a new chemistry, push it to ya peak and push again moreover/ the rhythm of ya soul over controllin the essence that my presence lashed out and cast through ya glass house, and ya lies, romanticized til ya capsize
Through closed eyes we knockin hard on that door/ open mind now we catchin on to that new vibe
we be in your ears you needed to hear its soundin so clear these words are severe & if you did hear there's nothin that can stop us what we're, what we are, makin moves & shootin far, moving mountains, breakin hearts and steppin' bar to bar

Social Combat
sittin here thinkin, what can I say that'll sink in. have you believin, & maybe even peepin like tom, i don't write rhymes so they'll explode like bombs, it's so you can load them into your daily like roms. & sure because of my words I'm not appreciated by moms, but only if they blonde, or maybe I'll be like one of those emcees they only love once they're gone. I do it like a pro cause i'll face the cons head on. my reasons stick to rhymes naturally, there's a bond. between the two. buncha have nots sayin' "you're nothing new", yeah maybe but really who the fuck are you? so stop, before you catch a lock hiding in the sock. make ya head go bop. maybe next time you'll think before acting so snob. let me read what you brought / to the table, ain't got it on you? cause they don't exist like fables, from the intro you were only interested in my label. talk it up while you're able, I'll see you front row when I'm stable.

through closed eyes we knockin hard on that door & it's astounding how my style became the thing you want more, & if you vibin dont be wylin' ride the sound with witcha soul high, open mind now we catchin on to that new vibe/

New Vibe//Cap Luke & Social Combat

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