The temperature’s rising
Not lying, denying
That I have fanned these flames
What was so jubilant
Ignited, up and gone again
This loss is a shame

Our love is so loud
And we can’t even hear it
Just takin’ up arms like we’re fearless
Maybe we’ll go and find happiness
All by ourselves
But I’ll miss you, please hear this

And in my dreams my wings keep falling off
Smells of kerosine yeah
Every door’s a broken lock
It all sounds like white noise gone red
It is blood on my hands,
Next to my head

And I
Keep seeing this boy
Dig through toxic mud, 
With vacant green eyes
The conduit he breaks,
Spouts gas prone to fires,
No sign of surprise

I try to talk him down
With logic I’ve not found
Maybe there’s our reason
Sorry for this riddle, 	 
It’s really oh so simple, it’s
Exorcist season

And in my dreams my wings keep falling off
Smells of kerosine yeah
Every door’s a broken lock
It all sounds like white noise gone red
It is blood on my hands,
Next to my head 
My vacant head

Vacant Demo

If you dig deep in your bloodline,
What do you find, is it good times?
I know mine and what it’s defined by,
About time, long walk on a real fine line

Still you when you told me to be strong
Helped me up and before long,
I’d be back on, turning pain into a new song
I nearly forgot when it all went wrong

It was you who rubbed my back
In dark times, you had a knack
For finding lines in the smile I lacked
Why’s it such a fucking chore to remember when it went off track?

But I do remember being 16, with a heart entwined in the fern trees  
Thinking I knew life and love, really knew naivety

Later, took a bullet to the chest and felt empty -
heart beats of family saved me.
They saved me and I owe plenty.  

Consider this my thank you,
Tribute to the special few,
A moment of brutal truth
Got nothin but love for you

Got nothin but love for you 
Got nothin but love

If I dig deep in my blood line, what do I find?
Good times. Good times.

What stroke of luck gave me 2 sisters an d a brother?
That grew up trying to kill one another
The oldest crept into my crib,
Blanket as a weapon, went for the smother

Though rhyme and reason aren’t always right
This luck is how we’re alive 
We’re misfits one in the same, 
but our love is tight, for them I’d take a life

I gotta say thanks to my old man,
My song’s still ain’t that major key but they’re my brand
I just hope you understand
My respect for you, I’m your biggest fan

So here’s to all you
The special few
Brutal fuckin’ truth
Nothin’ but love for you

There’s been way too many times I was ready to go
Jump to the nether and flow
Never too worried though,
Impossible when I’ve got you, you know?

Impossible [Sunday Session #1]

Hope

We sat holding hands 
Your head full of sand
You'd driven so far away
Did I have the keys? 
While down on my knees?
Beyond the reach of your rays

I'm learning to talk
But it's hard
When you leave I'm just a child in the dark
Is this good? How we are?
I wanna kiss you so fucking hard

Can I fly away?
I can't withstand the things you say
Can I fly away?
Something broke inside me yesterday
Can I fly away?
Let me fly away
Can I fly away?
There are things I swore I'd never say

We got by with ease
When we traveled the seas
But then our lives were made whole
So many dark days
And long nights
But I'm still gonna hold this light
 
Can I fly away?
I can't withstand the things you say
Can I fly away?
Something broke inside me yesterday
Can I fly away?
Let me fly away
Let me fly away
Can I fly away? 
There are things I swear I'll never say

Sand

Don't wanna waste no time 
Just livin' in my head
Wanna wake up every day and launch the fuck right out of bed

And I'm tryin' to be grateful
And not absolutely hateful
Feed me simple thoughts
Cause this is what I'm made for
 
This is what I'm made foooor

Hey 
Don't be afraid
Don't use your brain
Today
How does this feel?
Now that everything's real
Today

I started off a dreamer
That sixth house followed me
Now I find peace in leaves, surrounded by the trees

There's nothing left to wait for
So meet me at the stage door
Or singing shit with mates
Cause this is what I'm made for

This is what I'm made foooor

Hey 
Don't be afraid
Don't use your brain
Today
How does this feel?
Now that everything's real
Today

Your smile shines today
Like a torch that lights the way
Let's hold on to moments
Even knowing they can't stay

Don't be afraid
Don't use your brain
How does this feel?
Well it's kinda lame, but anyway

Don't use your brain


Leaves

Reign of terror
shroud in black
Digging knees into your back
Blessings doled out from the sack, your king and queen have gone home.

Take what's given
Nothing more
Beg for something, beg for war
Feast my son, upon the poor, the non-believers

Ache to fight
Need to kill
Knuckles white, elbow deep
Your innocence is weak

Split down the middle
Denied and halved
We see now what has been carved, besmirched the "blank slate"

We eat
We kill
We take
We fight/fuck

There's a road we can take
There's a hope in the reeds
There's a comfortable sadness in this
Just don't look where it leads

Contradiction is the name
Fill an island, could that shame
A crime by any other name would smell as foul and twisted

Laying siege upon your mind
Brace for battle all the time
You have been sold a lie

Pay the tiller
Tea or coin
Two of each and you can join, witness the end

Synapse withered
Took something more
Left us cold and so unsure
Can't solve this riddle inside

Cut the strings, it's time to come home

Slate

Lyrics:

The temperature's rising, not lying, denying
That I have fanned these flames
What was so jubilant ignited up and gone again
This loss is a shame
Our love is so loud and we can't even hear it
Just taking up arms like we're fearless
Maybe we'll go and find happiness all by ourselves
But I'll miss you, please hear this

In my dreams my wings keep falling off
Smells like kerosene yeah
Every door's a broken lock
It all sounds like white noise gone red
It's blood on my hands and it's over my head

I keep seeing this boy dig through toxic mud with vacant green eyes
The conduit he breaks spouts gasses prone to fire
No sign of surprise
I try to talk him down with the logic I've not found
Maybe there's our reason
Sorry for the riddle, it's really kind of simple
It's exorcist season

In my dreams my wings keep falling off
Smells like kerosene yeah
Every door's a broken lock
It all sounds like white noise gone red
It's blood on my hands and it's over my head

I keep seeing this boy with vacant green eyes
I see my reflection, straight through my lies
But there's a price we all must pay
This is my judgement day

Rory

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