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by Dropped Calls

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1.
they taught you love you discovered hate draw the cross on your chest fill the bag and go they don't make it cool they don't make it fun you just get through the day fill the bag and go when the mystery was there it felt like this might be some kind of test but thirst will make you weak you need the blood. there are no easy answers the flesh is weak the blade is dull when the mind is tired where reason fails when the mystery was there it felt like this might be some kind of test but thirst will make you weak you need the blood they need to bleed the definition in the face millions of colors on the screen a lace and diamonds breakfast there are no easy answers this is our policy and we can't make an exception just for you the truth the lie the end kill the tape and run it backwards this is the place to be and you can't get in without the password avenge my death my first born son i love the taste but i don't like biting down "he kissed the cold shoulder and turned the page" LYRICS BY LEVI JACOB BAILEY
2.
Testament 06:46
AND I WILL LEAVE A LIGHT ON SO YOU WILL KNOW I'M HOME SO YOU WILL KNOW I'M WAITING WAITING ALONE FOR YOU TO WRAP YOURSELF AROUND ME WRAP MY ARMS AROUND YOU WRAP YOUR HAIR AROUND MY THROAT AND CHOKE ME 'TIL I TURN BLUE OUR LOVE IS A BURNING STAR DYING TO BE SEEN OUR LOVE IS AS PERFECT AS THE FLESH FOUND IN THE PAGES OF A BEAUTY MAGAZINE ('TIL DEATH) LET THE OTHERS STARE AND JUDGE AND PUSH THEIR FINGERS DOWN OUR THROATS LET THEM LEAVE US IN THE COLD A CHANCE TO USE OUR WINTER COATS NO ONE EVER SAID THAT LOVE WAS EASY OR EASY ON THE EYES THEY SAY OUR HEARTS ARE JUST TOO BIG THEY WANT TO CUT THEM. CUT THEM DOWN TO SIZE IF WE DRINK A GLASS OF POISON IF WE GET A COUPLE GUNS IF WE PULL OUR CAR INTO THE GARAGE AND SLEEP WHILE IT RUNS IF WE OPEN UP OUR WRISTS AND LET THE WOUNDS RUN DRY IF WE CAN LET GO OF THIS FILTHY WORLD AND DIE. DIE. DIE. WE COULD BE ALONE FOREVER AND PITY ALL THE ONES WHO STAY WE COULD BE PART OF THE NEVER THEY'RE GONNA FIND US IN HERE ONE DAY ('TIL DEATH) Lyrics By Levi Jacob Bailey
3.
BOGO 04:24
BOGO I want to carve a hole in the ceiling of my room a little hiding place for you They say that when you die you grow a wing or two I'll believe in that for you Every night is brittle bones and scrambled voices on the phone and laughter when you're all alone and sounds upstairs when no one's home I'd like to think that everyone has someone special made for them a place to land. a bit of sun. But if that's true, then why the guns? Everyone who's passed waiting there for you I hope we'll be there soon Cheaters will wake up on some foreign distant moon You can't trick your way through I need you to make friends who will be there for you when I've finally pushed through you'll need a strong heart you'll need a strong mind to tell you what to do Every night is plastic sheets and broken blisters on my feet and angry shouting from the streets and homicide. and rotting meat. I'd like to make you see my side force you out of your sick pride but i've got no hope left, sweet bride that part of me has died Take me, my sweet Lord, into your arms away from their temples and body farms You are the brightest light. You are my king. To you I surrender everything. Everything. LYRICS BY LEVI JACOB BAILEY
4.
Penetrator 03:57
SHE COULDN’T GET INTO THE PARTY SO SHE SET FIRES IN THE BASEMENT IT’S NOT A TYPICAL REACTION SO WE DON’T WORRY WHERE HER FACE WENT I’M SURE SHE MADE HER PARENTS HAPPY WHEN SHE BROUGHT HOME ALL THOSE GOOD GRADES WHEN SHE STAYED HOME ON THE WEEKENDS AND LET HER MOTHER PRACTICE FRENCH BRAIDS SHE MET HER AT A BABY SHOWER SAID SHE WAS SAVING FOR A FACELIFT SHE TOOK A PICTURE WITH HER CELLPHONE OF HER LIPS AROUND HER GEARSHIFT AND NO THE RAZORS WON’T BE PATIENT HALF THE DELIGHT IS DESPERATION THE OTHER HALF IS IN THE BLOODSTAINS INDICATIVE OF MENSTRUATION YOU WERE PROUD OF ME BUT THAT WAS THEN YOU’LL NEVER SPEAK HIGHLY OF ME AGAIN OH NO, IT’S NOT LIKE THAT IT’S PRETTIER YOU’RE JUST TRYING TO MAKE ME STRONG DID YOU ADJUST FOR DAYLIGHT SAVINGS? THIS SAYS WE ONLY HAVE AN HOUR I HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN WET YET FUCK THEM FOR CUTTING OFF MY POWER AND YES, I STILL GET THOSE CRAVINGS BUT I DEAL BETTER THAN I USED TO I KEEP MY HEAD UP WHEN I’M SHOPPING AND FIND LESS GLASS TO PUT MY FIST THROUGH I THINK I WANT TO HAVE A BABY I WANT SOMETHING TO TAKE CARE OF I WANT SOMETHING TO LOVE ME AFTER I TEACH IT ALL ABOUT LOVE Lyrics By Levi Jacob Bailey
5.
Out 05:56
an invitation for my mother and for the man that was my dad one for my ex-rock coolest uncle and one for each of my fucked aunts one for the uncle who saw action in vietnam and never speaks one for the uncle who just sits and stares one for the jedi knight who leaves there were times when i felt safer in my grandma's loving arms out fighting monsters in the willows victory dances in the yard but tonight i send a ghost in one for my wife who stands beside me one for my friend who wants to die one for my friends reduced to voices one for my friends who live their lives goodbye
6.
More 05:37
I’M VIOLENT, I WANT IT I NEED A NEW WALLET WE NEED A NEW PRISON I’M READY TO GO THE PAIN ISN’T POISON SHE GOES WHERE HE WANTS HER HE STOPS WHERE IT’S SOFTEST JUST KISS IT AND BLOW A GUN FOR THE PROBLEMS THE BULLETS WILL SOLVE THEM MY GUTS DO THEIR GRINDING SO I’M CHEWING THESE TUMS A GOD AND A FLOWER UNLIMITED POWER UNLIMITED PROCESS JUST FLAPPING OUR GUMS I’M NOT QUITE A BELIEVER I CANNOT SHAKE MY DOUBT I KNOW YOU’RE NOT EITHER SO WE CAN HANG OUT YOU’RE PRETTY LIKE THEY PROMISED YOU’RE JUST LIKE THEY SAID I’M NOTHING LIKE MY PICTURES I AM EMPTY. I AM DEAD. A VICTIM IS WAITING A HOOK THAT NEEDS BAITING REVIEWS THAT NEED RATINGS WE’RE ALL FUCKING GHOSTS A SHOCKING DISASTER AND JUST MOMENTS AFTER AN AMBUSH OF NOTHING A CHORUS OF BOASTS ALL DREARY AND DRAGGING HEADS DOWN, SHOULDERS SAGGING NO HANDKERCHIEFS FLAGGING NO FIRES TO SEE NO WINNINGS TO COUNT NO HORSES TO MOUNT JUST BAGS AND BOXES JUST YOU AND ME ALL THIS NONSENSE NOW AND THEN WHAT A LIFE THIS COULD HAVE BEEN DAMAGE TO DAMAGE HUNT TO HUNT TRAUMA TO TRAUMA KILL THIS CUNT
7.
eventually the promise of sleep is realized dreams are crushed to dust in the morning sun logic is indefinitely suspended to support your god the marriage is over my throat and wrists and empty stomach suggest failure on a constant basis calendars and clocks and seasons mock this pathetic and painful stasis i don't blame you. there's nothing to see towel off the afterbirth with luxury dreams don't come here except to die we've all been left here we aren't told why some still smile and worship skin and gleefully ignore the trap we're all placed in art is another symptom noise and clutter, defecation reward it and you're rewarding obsessive masturbation end the mental growth slit every creative's throat take away the distractions and step off the boat stop talking, no one's listening read the books and take the pills manufacture purpose for the bone-carving sand for the hole in the chest for the empty thrills
8.
Rattle 06:11
this place is a corpse i have no interest in you all have nothing to say you all have nothing to do but you still want to live still so afraid to let go your weak excuses and lies you make me want to stay home i don't need a reason to kill you i need a reason not to i don't need a reason to kill myself i need a reason not to throw another breeder on the fire
9.
Phoenix 05:41
is there any love inside of you the kind that makes life fun. the truth. can you spare a shred of decency can you push back and show a bit of spine your death would mean so little to me right now it's sick the way we hold each other still my death would mean so little to your right now who will have the last laugh
10.
Basic Bitch 03:17
it wasn't nice but it was true he didn't look right with you and we've all got better things to do than entertain your foolish whims you wanted soft we gave you hard a bit to take home to your god we'll bring you flowers and a card and then feast upon your rotting flesh i've got a window to push you through feel the wind in your hair don't close your eyes let the glass shards kiss you goodbye you're a pretty good fuck but you've run out of luck

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released February 13, 2013

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