ive loved this song for years thank you for this

Written and recorded in the Winter-Spring of 2011 by Jack, Michael, Josh, Ethan, and Henry. Recorded by Mike Mellen of Neverwhere Design and Recording Studios in his mom's house. Artwork by Em Randall. 

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03 Drug Lord

I'm Glad It's You- 04 Minor Acts Of Cannibalism

**Lyrics**

[Verse 1]
Tied to the ticking, the hammer's swing,
Rust in my veins, I can’t feel a thing.
Paper cuts carve out my name,
Sinking deeper in the endless game.

[Pre-Chorus]
And they whisper through the wires,
Promises sold, dressed as desires.
Every corner’s got a shadow to sell,
Trading heaven for a desk in hell.

[Chorus]
Burn the chains of the clock,
Let the silence scream, let the faces rot.
Under the fluorescent skies,
We’re all just living to die, living to die.

[Verse 2]
Coffee-stained souls in a cardboard cell,
Where the ink is thick, and the dreams don’t dwell.
The grindstone laughs as the seconds bleed,
Fueling the fire of a useless need.

[Pre-Chorus]
The walls echo with a hollow cheer,
A paycheck smile to drown the fear.
But behind closed doors, the truth won’t hide,
The rats are racing, but there’s no prize.

[Chorus]
Burn the chains of the clock,
Let the silence scream, let the faces rot.
Under the fluorescent skies,
We’re all just living to die, living to die.

[Bridge]
Tick, tick, tick—it’s a loaded gun,
Counting the shots ‘til the day is done.
Shove your dreams in a drawer, lock it tight,
You can’t fight the system when it’s eating your light.

[Final]
So burn the chains, let the ashes fly,
We’re all just ghosts in a suit and tie.
Underneath these synthetic skies,
We’re just waiting to die, waiting to die.

Chains of the Clock

This dimly lit confinement that I call my own apartment has sucked me in a web of self pity and decay
I seem to find myself just lying awake in bed until 2 PM on Saturdays just wasting myself away


I'll never leave

Tell me that I'm different. I know it doesn't make a difference that my differences differ, it's all the same anyways
cause I try (yeah I try) and I'll try ( yeah sure,"try") but in the end I'm still alone and just totally lame
At least I tell myself that anyways

I'm hard on myself and I can't seem to stray from the idea that I'm worthless and have nothing else to give
I haven't slept a wink in what feels like days but I know I've only been awake since noon today
And it's 4 PM

God damn it

Tell me that I'm different. I know it doesn't make a difference that my differences differ, it's all the same anyways
cause I try ’yeah I try’ and I'll try ( yeah sure, "try") but in the end I'm still alone and just totally lame



Since you left I haven't felt the same. The reason that I live, 3000 miles away
It's just hard to sit around all day and not be reminded of all the things you'd say
To make me laugh, to make my fears go away
A condition that's position eats me everyday
I just wish there could be another way for you to come home, back to me, back to the old days

These days that I just lay awake have taught me what you really mean
I should be more dependent but I find it hard to determine if it's even worth living my own days


5:45 a.m.(Not Fun) / Macseal

Whitmarsh

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