Lyrics:

Shake your shingles for me
Daylight, second story
Celebrate this sense of self
Your diamond eyes for the wishing well
In your living room, we danced
Closed our eyes, trusted our hands
Leaned in close to see who'd flinch
St. Vincent prose and a bucket list
Rows upon rows of houses
Must've been a fluke that we grew so tall
I can hear you fine, stop shouting
The softest fake to break our fall
Down in blindfold counties
Where the traffic lights don't work
Read your palms they said to me
Your clay ideals are sculpted dirt
Stuck inside of your music box
Cracked your glass, picked your locks
Porcelain, on display
Polished thoughts for your local fame
Rows upon rows of houses
Must've been a fluke that we grew so tall
I can hear you fine, stop shouting
The softest fake to break my fall
Never saw the town on the weekend
Drove so far before the dust could drift
Your exit sign, your disappearance 
Before your memory could be missed

PC: Esao Andrews

30005 (ft. Willis Hao)

Lyrics:
Born as a tourist
Curse of the mile-wide
Tantric and torrid
Dormant was deified 
Flushed with sun, walking your line
Christened by Easter
Fresh cuts for Valentine
Heated and eager
Delicate by design
Kiss new friends, say you'll be fine
And wouldn't it be grand?
If we suffocate on dry land
Well your heart seeped through my grove
All your laws scrawled on my tomes
Sulk off the long haul
Honey, you're amber-red
In truce when your mind stalls
Asleep in your burning bed
Sunken waist, crowded by dress
I plant a new seed
The hum of the winter sounds
No nation, no creed
Could free our heads from the ground
Mixed with blood, chains in your gown
And wouldn't it be grand?
If we suffocate on dry land
Well your heart seeped through my grove
All your laws scrawled on my tomes

PC: "Highwire" by Esao Andrews

Tomes (Laws Of Nature)

Lyrics:
This that basement party, talking with my mouth shut
This that exorcism shit, you best connect the cuts
I'm the air that leaves your lungs when you gasp for more
You're the gravity that pushed me further to the floor
Yeah, I'm passive, but I might just bash your head in
She be on me like, "You my fucking best friend."
These are kamikaze tactics, it's a tailspin
Throw yourself into the sea, and don't come up again
I make music where the bruises never fade away
And let delusions get to the point that I'm robbing graves
I don't talk a lot cause I don't got too much to say
I live in a day dream, that's the best part of my day
I am not a devil, I'm your neighbor, I'm your friend
I'm your lover, I ain't fiction, so you can't pretend
When you said it won't be me, well now you see the truth
Overdosing while your friends are in the other room
I like girls who read Sylvia Plath and listen to metal
I like girls who pick flowers and cut themselves on petals
This is not romantic, I'm the jester in the court
It's the guillotine for me if I start falling short
(Chorus)
Fear is fast fashion
I get my kicks while I'm crashing
I'm like the little kid around your neighborhood who likes to play with matches
Ducking these voices and making questionable choices
I'm laughing like a hyena, but do I really enjoy this?
Well I can't tell, I don't know
Yeah, I reap what I sow
Well I burned every bridge
So I'm all on my own
On my throne, it's unknown
Head of glass, heart of stone
Hit em with the banshee moan
Break a bone, fix your tone, I don't know!
(Chorus)

Banshee Moan

Blind Dog

Gymnastics

Tame

This is my cover of the song "Teenager" by Deftones. I claim nothing on this song, all rights go to the original artist.

Deftones // Teenager (COVER)

You Will Stay As You Are

Lyrics:
As the static soothes
My most primal thoughts of you
Catch the drift
And ride the wave anew
All the tones reverse
And your voice clutches my nerves
To the edge
I get what I deserve
But hold on
There's so much left to feel
Only in signal
Are either of us real
If I grab the waist
Of your hypothetical shape
Will you appear
In flowery, fragrant lace
As my fingers scratch
This electric frame of glass
Where you live
And never do hold back
But hold on
There's so much left to feel
Only in signal
Are either of us real
You crawl across my ceiling
In elevated prose
Reverberated healing
In pure binary code
The notion`s so appealing
The flesh without the form
The touch without the feeling
Our bodies now reborn

Insulation

Lyrics:
You're worth one third of the words coming out your mouth
You only see the shiny nickels when you're walking with your head down
Just can't seem to catch a break, no more lightning left to hold
Can't see the silver on your plate or the presents wrapped in gold
Some let it pass
Some get stubborn and stop to ask
What they can do
To be a chalk outline on the evening news
Eldest son walks to the city, full of strangers, full of lights
Sees the kids out on the playground, spinning dizzy, flying kites
Laughs enough for everyone, wouldn't trade that for the world
Standing like a weeping model, wearing just a necklace of pearls
Some let it pass
Some get stubborn and stop to ask
What they can do
To be a chalk outline on the evening news

PC: Esao Andrews

The Magnificent Pest