Lyrics:

Grew up on basic cable
Slept on sticks & stones
I ain't supposed to be here
At least I'm not alone

We aren't the only ones,
On a holiday
We aren't the only ones,
Ever feel this way

I cured my situation,
With whiskey and cologne
But this ain't no vacation
And I long to feel unknown

I dreamt I crossed the border
Woke up as a calderon
My clothes all black, I can't go back
And now I sleep alone

Postmodern Residue

Interloper

Lyrics:

Listen when you talk
Modest undertones
Whistle when you walk
Never bored alone

No one knows your secret sin,
But you wear it well
I forgot the point again,
But no one can tell

Bloom sweet rose
The world should know your name
Don't lose your ghost,
Waiting on the rain

Behind your quiet eyes,
Roars the loudest mind
Such a crude disguise,
For someone so unkind

Let's move uptown and live inside a picture frame
Alone and lonely are not the same
Together we can learn how to pretend
We'll stay on top of all the modern trends

Bloom

Lyrics:

Middle of the night we're wide awake
Head to toe for goodness sake
Forget about shelter, just give me some space
I don't want to hear your voice, I don't want to see your face
Let's drive these heathens from our homes
Like Davy Crockett at the Alamo
When the sun dips down and the streetlights glow
We'll clear our cache and take things slow

You're acting kind of strange
Think you're gonna need me
(Like I need you)

Gonna save my money, gonna buy me a gun
Gonna load it full of nothing so it hurts no one
Then I'll take it to a show and I'll sell it to a guy
Who's probably wanted by the FBI
For robbing some bank in a mask with a note
Full of words he didn't mean and he wished he'd never wrote
A greenback dollar and the open road,
is nothing if you've got no hand to hold

Well I know what's right but I feel alone
I cast no shadow and I throw no stones
I'm full of shit, now I'm fully grown
and I'm hearing 'bout things that I can't condone
We've grown apart, we should be ashamed
I can't believe, we were ever the same
Someone's got to listen if we all complain
When did it become about who to blame?

Acting Strange

Lyrics:

I'm a thread on the sleeve of your Sunday dress
Shiny red little eyes such a perfect mess
Every time you float out of your happy home,
I forget that you want to be left alone

Can you feel my breath,
On the back of your neck?
Well you know that where-
ever you go, I will be watching you

There's a hole in the ground that I can't find,
It's the place where you left all your love behind
There's a sound that's been ringing in my mind
Come with me and I'll waste all your precious time

The Wax Skulls