1. |
Winter Song
03:13
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Sell my arms to something better
Force my skull into the floor
Focus hard on fucking failing
An evening in is something more
An artistic caving in
The regression from repressed evenings
We'll sing songs are smash our eyeballs into
A happier believing
I am concrete in your river
I am plants begging for sweat
I am snowing in the summer
The fucking best I'm gonna get
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2. |
Relief Cut
01:40
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Guts and guts
Watch me throw up
My fucking teeth
And the meanest bugs
I'm fucking love
I'm fucking up
I'm acid soaked
All of the above
I'm begging sick
And sound asleep
For your own sake
All fucking week
I'm bound and gagged
A friendly face
A last ditch effort
To make a break
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3. |
Shark Tooth Necklace
03:29
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I can make myself all better by myself here
In the floor and in your room
Just please don't talk to me, for your own sake and the staple of my views
Passing time passing in through you
It's almost beautiful that I don't feel the same way
Figure it out your fucking self
Because when the skins on fire and the eyes bulge blushed
And the copper of your hair is gray
It doesn't matter who you know and what you say
Every days a holiday, every day is fucking New Years
6 months from now if I'm in the ground, it's all about your new fears
It's all about the bolts in my neck
Your interpretation of a beige sky
It's all about if I'm really dead or if I even tried
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4. |
Joker Card
02:36
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Convince yourself falling down is the end.
Broken bones, ruptured eyes; they will heal.
If given the chance, I can move on.
Visions of loss and love in my mind all the time.
Borderline, a dark jester, playing tricks on my mind.
We do our best to do the best we can, whether it be dying early like a fly on a wall or
I'm shoving my apologies through my skull.
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5. |
Buzzards (Champion Song)
04:09
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Sisters of mistakes,
Unfortunate withdrawal
I'm sorry, I can't see
Anything at all
Swallowing the chips of my teeth
Picking up my wrists from the concrete
Foreign fingers open my mouth
The hands that the wall grew
Living is convincing myself
That self harm is an art form
Blistered lips repurposed as paint
The loose leaf stomaching this
An unnerving eye sore
An unyielding sickness
An unending snakebite
My skin in your clenched fist
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WAXJAW Huntington, West Virginia
Waxjaw is a punk band from Huntington, WV. Their sound is best described as: often emotive, always loud, noisy and fast, it often draws comparisons to 90’s post-hardcore and noise rock.
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