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Sirs

by Sirs

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Early Riser 01:26
Early Riser, you're lots of laughs you're suicidal why do you keep your house so cold? your fear of communication leaves us at square one But he's better off at least in his mind knives tap his bedroom window when he sleeps he screams
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Parading 02:59
we don't get much sleep we just smash clocks tick ing away we know something's hidden somethings hidden she's off biting tongues and tails she's gonna get what's coming get what's coming to her tree born snakes they make for the water hissing murder murder murder murder Hammers pounding our front doors we're gonna get what's hidden get what's hidden Pigs keep running away we'll keep them running away from axes chopping away our axes swinging Holes keep digging away we'll keep digging away we'll put these pigs in their graves diamonds line the interstate for a thousand reasons crafty hand built car bombs ticking away parading i've seen too much parading hand build car bombs ticking away constantly whistling sounds only babies and dogs can hear laughter unseen tumors leave us wasting away silent violent silently Hey! we're in the back yard bathing in smoke listening to music that our friends made
3.
What a reaction to keeping our eyeballs clean a sorry description of explorers that shake our movie screens in silence it's scientists that keep our cousins locked in cages hold on walk on two legs, kick our doors in, grab your rifles, keep it quiet We keep digging bones in the desert we keep going back to hell blow ourselves to hell we keep going back Better believe in burial ground ceremonies My how time flies Building weapons to blow ourselves to hell
4.
giving it time waiting on bomb shells disrupting our pleasantries sleeping in trenches we're restless standing in line caught up in frustrations the coming years are sure to change our minds seeing dead friends in picture frames and giving the condemned the final word undertakers whistling their hearts out their hearts out undertakers burning gates to keep the robbers coming in the one who blows the whistle makes the call he kills them all back scratcher back scratcher lend me your hand the mornings seem surely the best times to be alive news paper news paper tell me your rhymes for many fine days we had faith in the words of the rats in the sky girl you got words bleeding out your eyes i swear well your days are numbered sadly we're breathing in the weekend Living someone else's life with someone else's words peering through cracks in doorways they wont see how we'll get them there we're making noises for those blind boys to follow keep watch our golden owl with eyes as big as the statue that holds our blue balloons bearded men march in single file sporting rifles laughing loud to catch the foxes where they may roam she doesn't think to look around anymore she'll just do what she's told
5.
Mighty fine time to give me advice on fixing the broken pushing buttons hoping sounds will jump out and attack us
6.
stop it keep walking we're told by, we're screamed at by our instincts, we're gonna lose make your friends and sleep on empty promises comparing battle scars callous your fingers digging tunnels in the earth exploring wormholes breath in a new kind of air just keep your axes with you cause we're gonna build it up and we're gonna tear it down you don't see me when your veins are bleeding out all over pick-pocketed letters she's swallowing folding in under pressure there's bruises on my thighs from beating them with my fists stop it read those same three words articulate sour faces under lampshades spread it around take an eye for an answer making tinder from telephone poles calling all horses to town for the masters of our senses get angry when their trumpets blow nothing but hot air and spit we're making headway sleeping on spikes accepting favors from preachers for pennies and prayers that you've never believed in but you may someday believe it your bitter judgements get me down your better judgement gets me
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coughing convulsions a phrase to break the silence wrapped in the grasp of oxygen it's in our heads forgive me you angel you lost city blind interpretation faces suffocating dying like your mother said she was stillborn of an ocean liner whiteface island jet-setter forgotten porcelain goddess i still know how to bite headfirst we're jumping out of planes parachutes tied knots wrapped in celophane dancing in the shadows send me to hell for stepping on your toes either way we're aware so why the fuck should we care force fed to my continent like a cancer patient follow the suitcases charged to carry something our heaviest hammers and chisels our strongest crossbows and arrows dances to show us around the towns that we've lived in goddess forgotten
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feels like on the road i'm laughing about everything thats happening i bet you can't guess where i'm from whiner, he's stealing my tongue well thank god i'm still young a stow-away I'm jumping ship and earning my keep left alone reaching for could it be your face in the dark staring straight through solid walls midnight marathon's dream applause in the village is nothing but graves sorry hands shaping stone tools conquering left and right, our bodies caught between leaves and all sorts of debris they said were the buildings they couldn't decide well so what if my shoes are broken in and my old lungs stop breathing in still my keen eyes keep on seeing what is going on I'm a sailor singing ocean songs Reading lines by candle light We go our separate ways stomping old photographs in the grass so I can make our old days what I say captains killing time feeling parallel lines stalking silhouettes two or three abreast The sweetest talking man never stood a chance sail around the world sitting on your hands house hides car ant eats house boy burns ant car kills boy

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Sirs self title debut full length album released by Topshelf Records on July 3, 2012

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