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Soft Spots
03:59
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We spoke of distrust
On the shoulders of our mistakes
We’ve asked for too much
Ever vigilant with no restraint
They don’t have a lot
It’s all that they’ve got
Patting each other on the backs
And you know they’re just checking for soft spots
Blankets of bruises
Soft sheets of grey
At a moment's notice we’re onto them
But we’ve still shown up late
Ever vigilant with no first names
They don’t have a lot
It’s all that they’ve got
Patting each other on the backs
And you know they’re just checking for soft spots
I never realized what it takes
I never realized what I’m made of
In the depths of despair
You can find me there
And I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m gone
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2. |
Auditory Seizure
05:12
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It’s time to spell it out
Turn up the volume
I want to make it loud
Give it a direction
I want to make it count
Guilt may be my weapon
While revenge becomes my prize
Clutching pieces of persona
And sifting through the lies
It’s time
Give it up
I’m trying to stay calm
I need to know baby
What’s been going on
It’s time to spell it out
Turn up the volume
I want to make it loud
Give it a direction
I want to make you proud
Guilt may be my weapon
While revenge becomes my prize
Clutching pieces of persona
And sifting through the lies
Give it up
I’m trying to stay calm
I need to know baby
What’s been going on
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3. |
Birds of Prey
04:45
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Amongst the hoards of people
There lay a simple thread
Clinging to all that’s real
Convincing the opposite.
It takes a passing move
It takes the punishment
Give me the running room
Give me a chariot
Above the hopes of retrieval
There lay a simple thread
Having to beg, borrow, and steal
Share a bed with the desperate
It takes a passing move
It takes the punishment
Give me the running room
Give me a chariot
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4. |
1825
10:24
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Been stepping on nails
For too long
And I can’t stand up straight
You can see what we’re after
And it poses no threat
It just laughs like a child
When it tickles the back of your neck
The ulcers get worse
With every breath
And the panic sets in
With every step
Years ago the feeling was much more stable
Now the shadow is…
So uncomfortable
From something cyclical
I’ve been tripped before
So uncomfortable
Been moving like snails
For too long
And my shell is starting to ache
You can scream from the rafters
It makes no difference here
Just admit we’re all bastards
Do me a favor
Lend me your ears
So uncomfortable
From something cyclical
I’ve been tripped before
So uncomfortable
Purchase the worthless
At a cost that’s unheard of
And plead with the swords of
A thousand young warriors
It’s not just a walk in
A gorgeous garden
With foot steps that lead to
The door of your apartment
So uncomfortable
From something cyclical
I’ve been tripped before
So uncomfortable
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S.L.A.M. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
S.L.A.M. is a four-piece band from Philadelphia formed in 2012. For fans of artists ranging from Queens of the Stone Age and The Mars Volta to the likes of Sam Cooke and Bill Withers, S.L.A.M. is known for dynamic song writing and pushing the relationship between rhythm and melody. ... more
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