Collapse

"We are all soured milk
When we look in the mirror, we collapse
When our time has come
When our finger’s on the trigger, we collapse
Arms are flailing
Swirling like the poison in the sink


Like the Southern Belle
Playing songs of horror
Like teeth amongst the grass


Like the bullet shell
Whistle and I’ll hum
Watch the good folks run


We are all rotten fruit
When the pipeline starts to flowing, we collapse
When our time has come
When the courtyard needs a lynching, we collapse
Arms are failing
The devil’s in the eye of every man
Water and the well
A Baptist and a baby
Were rolling in the weeds


Keep her spirit well
The tarpit daughter’s father
Will lay her out to dry."



"The host of the show comes down
to collapse on the ground
and the crime scene revisits me
this body shut down in Bordeaux
and the shores of gold coast
on the balcony I search for sleep
the future has fallen short
when the sun sets north
and the clouds fall from the mirrored walls

Words speak and choose
make sense and lose
capsize the tall tale, but always fail
words speak and choose, make sense and lose
forfeit the tall tale, I always will

The host had his mouth sewn shut
all in the name of trust
when the blood goes thin, he's given in
you can spare us the formal toast
the drunken anecdotes
from this day on... goes on and on...
You know when he falls apart
he listens in the dark to the records turn
I'll never learn


To set it down
you'll set it down
you'll set it down


Words speak and choose
make sense and lose
capsize the tall tale, but always fail
words speak and choose, make sense and lose
forfeit the tall tale, I always will

To set it down
you'll set it down
you'll set it down
To set it down
you'll set it down
you'll set it down
To set it down

you'll set it down
you'll set it down!"

dou graças a Deus por há 4 anos atrás uma banda indie merdosa de pretensiosos suecos ter cancelado um concerto que proporcionou dar um abraço ao jim ward ao pôr-do-sol. e porque "a difamação é algo que não resiste" e apesar do reduzido tempo de concerto, o encore continuar a ser feito todos os dias, desde então, pelos mesmos e não por aqueles que se iluminam, com o que antes acerrimamente criticavam. a verdade é que não importa: as coisas mágicas acontecem quando menos esperarmos, no timing certo, enquanto os falsos virtuosos continuarem a encantar falsos fãs, quando o hype social mais lhes convir.

"This isolation chamber, disguised but true
Enough to kill this stranger, nothing left to do
Freedom's lost its clarity and breathing comes fast
This escape is essential to live another day."

Without A Sound

"You rush up to the top
To find that you had lost
In my mind you're still in the lead

And you,

You're all I ever need

You're all I ever need

You left a heavy heart
Tried to pull apart
At some point you'll have to make a stand
And you,

You're all I ever need

You're all I ever need

Rush by, hand in hand
Fall from the sea to land
Don't let the sun go down
Around this life, around this life.

You run into the ground
Death without a sound
In this life you've got to struggle on
And you,

You're all I ever need

All I ever need

All I ever need

You're all ever need

You're all ever need

All I ever need

No, none of this will count

Death without a sound."

The Most Vicious Crime

"Alone, it could be alright
I'll make it alright
Have to get by
Have to get by on my own
Today, I found this moment
Leaned in and stole it
And this is the start
This is the start of it all
I was born into this world
I've done all I was told
But oh, I did it too slow
I walked the straightest line
I finished it all in time
But oh, it's not enough for you

I'll steal your cries
I'll take your life and run it all around
I'll bleed your lies
I'll take your life and run it all around

Time wore down this passion
Force fed, but total lack of love
It wasn't enough
I lost my head at the thought of losing
Fell apart when it came to choosing you
Its time to get it right."

Unstitch Your Mouth

Crawl

"All that you say is complementary
Within these walls, where lies
are on display

If you hide the truth, then rest assured
there's nothing left to say,
there's nothing left to do

The difference between finding
what you love,
and loving what you found
is killing us right now
It'll always be true, living as one
beats dying as two
we both know this can't go on

Crawl back in place
I promise not to chase
I guess this time
I loved what I could taste
What the years have lost, is
what I've gained
There's nothing left to give
after everything I gave

Crawl back in place
I'm trying not to hate
I guess this time
I'll watch you fade away."

- Sparta

"Bombs and Us"

bipolarismo

'this time i'll get it right'
é bem melhor que assim seja.

o objectivo, meu amor, de estabelecermos ditaduras caseiras e terra-a-terra, é uma melhor prossecução e execução dos nossos fins sagrados de irmandade. onde nada, nada possa falhar. entendes agora meu bem? o motivo das chapadas psicológicas? das palavras amargas? dos sorrisos amarelos? era para te devolver ao teu lugar. àquele aonde pertences por inata condição. sabes ser isso que me faz amar-te mais que tudo.


'you can't defend it. predetermined'
cafeína.

afoga as tuas mágoas em cafeína. quero que se foda. quero que te fodas. sim! merda para ti. não venhas cá com o teu carinho e essa foleirice a que chamas 'amor'. essa merda soa a falso. tresanda a falso. chamadinhas? bilhetinhos? que há de vir a seguir? achas-te no direito de quê? vai... arranjar... uma vida. do resto eu... não tenho culpa. Baza.


'you know I'll sit at the bottom space, trace lines in the vacant face'
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'it's all about these changes'
odeio vagas de saudades.

odeio-as porque me fazem dizer poemas. o ano acaba dentro de poucos metros e depois é só abismo. e perante o fim-do-tempo, o apocalipse do mundo como o conhecemos apenas me saem poesias. e sobre ti. para não variar. apenas tu, apenas tu, apenas tu a calcorrear as ruas da cidade de pedra pela mão de um gajo qualquer. então as saudades servem para quê? se na hora do colapso apenas estiver lá eu