1. |
Canvas Eyes
03:04
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Throw the towel, ring the bell
Take the corner, heavy swell
Now is it automatic? Built to last?
Grip the handle, cause we move too fast
Run the gamut with your own sing-song
Run the gamut with your own sing-song
Running through the gauntlet, lose it all
Tear your heart out when you start to fall
This empty canvas head is full of paint
This empty canvas head is all technicolored
These empty canvas eyes are black and grey
An empty canvas tongue that cannot stand the taste
Molten liquid going down my throat
Breathing fire as we let it go
Now is it automatic? Cool it down?
It's elemental, oh it's root profound
Run the gamut with your own sing-song
Run the gamut with your own sing-song
Running through the fire, burn it down
Scream your lungs out when you hear the sound!
This empty canvas head is full of paint
This empty canvas head is all technicolored
These empty canvas eyes are black and grey
An empty canvas tongue that cannot stand the taste
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2. |
Bank
03:01
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A walk off, a hit where I stand
Can you believe it? Can you run that again?
High and dry and if you can’t tell us all
Then go and hide it, then go and hide it!
A walk off, a hit where I stand
I don’t believe it, I cannot take anymore
And oh the way you let that clock run out again
Run out! Run out!
Why don’t you run it out!
Caught in the middle once again
Shied away the wussy foot man
Thinks he’s an artist
Thinks he’s a real catch
And oh the way he flaunts it all over the place
He’s so clever! A virtuoso!
A high horse, I hope you don’t tumble down
Dizzy head from givin us the run-around
Black and blue, the makeup of a bad clown
Run out! Run out!
Why don’t you run it out!
Caught in the middle once again
How does it feel to sell yourself out, my friend?
(You’re not a saint! Suck my dick!)
And when you take it to the bank
Will you be able to cash that check you’re writing?
(You’re not a saint! Lick my clit!)
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3. |
No Corner
02:58
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1000 words in my head
All of them have already been said
I don’t think I’m that interesting
Why the hell is anyone listening?
I can say it’s all been done before
I can’t think my own thoughts anymore
No corners left in my mind, no corners left to explore
They say imitation is nice
But I want the real thing in my mind
What does it mean to have a thought?
What does to be authentic?
What does that mean?
Nothing new could ever be invented
I can say it’s all been done before
I can’t think my own thoughts anymore
No corners left in my mind, no corners left to explore
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4. |
Catwalk
03:47
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Fly off the rope again
I hope I do! I hope I do!
It ain’t the only thing that’s troubling me. Uh Uh.
Fly off the rope again
I hope I do! I hope I do!
You ain’t the only thing that’s troubling me. No no
Bop it! Pull it! Twist it! Yeah!
Sorry to hear you’re in that hole again
I see you dig
You ain’t the only thing that’s troubling me, no no.
Fly off the rope again
I hope I do! I hope I do!
It’s troubling me I need a break
It’s troubling me I break it up
I shake it up
Up! Up! Up! I’ve got to break it
BOP IT
PULL IT
TWIST IT
YEAH
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5. |
Your God
02:45
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Your god tells me I can't touch myself
Your god says opinions will send me to hell
Your god says that I serve the man of the house
Your god preys on everything I do
Your god lets you act a fucking fool
Your god preys, on everyone else
And they trick you and they tell you and they trick you all the time,
That if you don't cuss and you do not lie,
You'll get a ticket straight to the skies,
A pass to the gate and it'll open wide
Welcome arms will hold you and tell you good job,
You were a good student you were a good little cog,
In the fucked machine they have us working
Keeping our lives nice and boring
For a promise they can't guarantee
And is there no proof, if there's no body?
Your god should be scared of me
Your god would run and flee
Your god would cower, in the presence of power
Your god would sell your soul
Your god won't make you whole
Your gods hate, has taken its toll
Welcome arms will hold you and tell you good job,
You were a good student you were a good little cog,
In the fucked machine they have us working
Keeping our lives nice and boring
For a promise they can't guarantee
And is there no proof, if there's no body?
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6. |
Pariah Dog
04:51
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Back off, and water it down
it’s a real hard thing it’s a real hard thing it’s a
Backwash, right outa your mouth
all the poison that you’re drinking and you’re probably in the middle of a
Break down, step out of yourself
All the air you’re breathing make your chest feel tighter than a
Chokehold you’ve got on yourself
And you don’t even know it yet
Back off, and fall to the ground
It’s a real hard thing it’s a real hard thing it’s a
Bandage, right over your mouth
All your thoughts that you been thinkin bouncing round inside your head you better
Slow down, and find a new language
The words are floating round and round and round and round
You’re barking, pariah dog
With your tail in between your legs
The normal situation
Is not so ordinary
You’ll never know until you
Fall, fall, fall, fall
Fall (fall)
Push it (push it)
Run it up (run it up, up, up)
Because it never really mattered won’t you
Fall (fall)
Lose it (lose it)
Run it out (run it out, out, out)
And put your body ahead so won’t you
Hang up, you’re done hearing it now
It’s a real hard thing it’s a real hard thing when you
Shut up, quiet it down
and you’re hearing the words fall right outta your mouth so you
Let go, let go of yourself,
have a death to your ego and mourn your health now you
Spin out, it’s eating you now,
the world has swallowed you whole and spit you out
Count down, it’s all over now
It’s a real hard thing it’s a real hard thing it’s a
Fake-out, look what at yourself,
you hardly even know the host in your shell
Shut down, it’s imminent now,
the end is getting closer and you hear them calling out
Empty, empty little clown,
the pariah dog has fallen down
Fall (fall)
Push it (push it)
Run it up (run it up, up, up)
Because it never really mattered won’t you
Fall (fall)
Lose it (lose it)
Run it out (run it out, out, out)
And put your body ahead so won’t you
The normal situation
Is not so ordinary
You’ll never know until you
Fall, fall, fall, fall
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Zookraught Seattle, Washington
3 piece punk/dance band from Seattle. GRIP IT SHAKE IT coming this August 2023.
-Steph, Bay, Sam
Email: zookraught@gmail.com
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