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Tiny Fits

from Final Confessions by Bandages

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lyrics

"What was I do,
Keep the faith after chewing out the truth?
Sell my shoes just to walk on glass with you?
Watch you take a dive and blindly follow suit?
No.
Waste of a joke for I am not amused
Poor illusion but the secrets safe with you
Yet the grander they are, you see
The greater they fall
So fuck - fit Eden in a basket
And toss it over the wall
I'm not playing a game
Leave it all for the wolves
There won't be another summer
with a sky made of gold
Imma tear apart this land in a storm
Know that
The coast is not safe it will know my ghost
I will breathe in the sky
I will swallow the sea
I will sit in the fire
I will simmer and seethe
You will know blight
Pain, fear and disease
All hell will come smite
Those who love and then leave"

In a back lot
Under a single street light
Our hero contemplates
The consequence of taking his own life

It was no longer a matter of faith or a point of pride,
but rather a rejection of the habit of that daily grind.
The heavy collection of anger and boredom
that never seemed to subside
This is just poor rambling poetry anyway
he thought.
No longer scared of he who knocks,
But rather what creeks in the attic
He figured one final prayer...

Shhh... Lets listen in...

And then:

So what, you’re done creating’?
Done findin respect for the time that you’re takin?
Done with the pain, done with the fun
Done with the way of never even knowing
when you’re done?
Run, fuck it
Do it like you need it while you hate it
like you love it
Look at you, all rugged and worn
I bet your mom’ll just go on
as if her son wasn’t born...
You know it ain’t supposed to be simple, right?
There’s a lot of slack to pull
before you get it tight,
You think it’s bad now? It gets worse
You could milk the cow if you had the thirst
But to separate? You gotta be attached first
Thin line between a sad verse
and a black hearse
So show the world what you amount to ...
But it’ll go on without you.

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from Final Confessions, released October 31, 2017

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