tearbox

from a nursing home by The Scalding House Records

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lyrics

As I lie among the flowers and the feelings i have lost,
you bring me back to life with the sealing of the knot.
I try to fuel some anger,
I try to break the chain,
but all I get is masochism, a funny kind of pain.
You're pretty now i feel you,
you're pretty when it comes.
Your pretty now I feel you in the rust that’s in my lungs.
You’re pretty like the flowers,
Your pretty when I fall,
Cradled in the arms of the mother who spawned us all.
Cellophane and semaphore I tried to reach you across the distance
Of some stupid little metaphor like lives are all just instants,
Little flashes of light in a void of total darkness
And all of Beckett's children lie in wait of all the greatness.
Less than this, more than veins breathing oxygen through systems,
I feed my brain with Novocaine and lie in wait of premonitions.
Broken beggars bleeding buckshot
Too shy to see the sun.
We’re looking down the barrel of another loaded gun
Another loaded gun
Now I make puppets through your window
With shadows cast by my soul,
Its easy now you’re broken,
Its easy now you’re old.
Sold out junky-shit-for-brains lying stoned up sick and twisted
Is measuring the marks of a train track life that he has wasted.
“Can I start all of this over?
Can I take it from the top?
I know I need to take control, but don’t tell me when to stop!”
It’s a broken field of ice that’s filling up the oceans,
It’s a war torn bitter actor just going through the motions.
It’s pretty now I feel you,
It’s pretty when you come,
Its pretty now I feel you in the rust that’s in my lungs.
Rust that’s in my lungs
Got this tearbox in the ground,
Broken, cracked, carved from wood,
The guilt and blood I keep inside it would be hidden if I could peel away the layers
And reveal the greatest shame
Its fun to find the end,
Its fun to end this game.

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from a nursing home, released July 11, 2014

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The Scalding House Records Birmingham, UK

The Scalding House Records is an independent record label focused on all things noise related. HN, HNW, PE, Noisecore, grindcore, filth and degradation. check out the merch for tapes, CDs and other lovely goodies.