Strange Room Bender Tapes

How I wish that you were here
to keep me on path between my ears
the flashes and the cracks will all run cold
because I'll still love your greens and golds

what will it take to step outside and scream that you're in overdrive?
Once more, I don't know where you're going
Us and them? it's us then I
and I don't need no alibi
for once I can see where we're going
where we're going

Grow my vines and tell me lines again
and when we're done having fun we'll send
some postcards or a letter to the men
stating that we will be back again
to find the lies
and compromise
the way we see ourselves
the way we see ourselves
as glass and rings
we aint these things
let's value all ourselves
let's value all ourselves 

(trees will stay
'cause Ivy will stay
and Scarlett will stay)

Trees (Demo)

I can't read minds
but sometimes I try
and although you're in love with Pierre
I guess I'll just sit right here
'cause the concrete feels fine
up and down my spine
but I'll get my chance to shine

So take your time
and I'll sit in line
to hope you're reminded
until our silent decline

Kick me I wanna feel that boot
slam square into my jaw
corrode the waste from my face
and replace it with his grace 
and give me all your old plates, my friends

purloin my mind
but you seemed so kind
you'll miss outright
my audible incline

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Pierre (Demo)

Now I know that you're a little bit afraid 
of what comes next
But don't waste your bites on the bait, 
they'll ring your necks

Just for fun
they'll keep you dumb
under the thumb
they'll say that you've won

Democracy
dont mean a thing to me
I'll tell you how it feels when we're done.

'cause that rhymes
sneaks through time
and all my words
ain't the first

but, Society
What'd you do to me?
I was just a simple seed rooting in.

'cause all that rhymes
sneaks through time
and all my words
ain't the first.

Simple Seeds (Demo)

It seems my time spent
Was to get my mind bent
into all the shapes you wanted it to be that week
a short vacation
from this brain I've slaved in
to count the cards like we were naming seasons

Its the night
for your woken mind to think
when you can't think to keep a head straight

Count the moments
and ponder romance
with all the plants we knew whom we were loved by
'cause something's stirrin'
and the wind's been slurring
her speech and we all need to know what's breezin'

it's the night

debase the faithless
indulge in magic
the least we can do with what we're given
'cause sound's been slowing
the shouts of Romans
across the fields we once deemed protective

it's the night...

Strange Room Bender Tapes

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