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Mausoleum Neeson
02:38
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Lyrics written by Carson Pace and Amber Christman
This Is my cross to bear
my bar to clear
Love my stupid filth
Love my stupid phone calls
They tend to look alike
for 100 hundred f***ing years, babe
everyone's a f***
Phone Home
It's only curses pointing
Listen, Atlanta,
I Can sing by myself
(Believe that the silverware will bend)
Forsyth County, I can sing by myself
Hear the storm sirens on a sunny day,
you walk out just to feel the wind
singing frog syndrome,
you never could keep your mouth shut
Sick girls get purged
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Tank Shredder
01:24
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Lyrics written by Carson Pace
Blessed, Biased in the sanctuary. Writhing in the covers of blind faith, empty quivers. Care for your lungs, when dead spies stack us in mass graves like animal tetris. Heaven is a broken place if you're not in it.
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Carson Pace's Lyrics written by Carson Pace
Jacob Cruz's Lyrics written by Jacob Cruz
The world is just as boring as you think,
like losing baby teeth but with accompanying disease
And I can't carry the sun
So listen just as long as you're here,
thin and decent so are we with our dependent means
And i can't carry your arms, until november's gone
stand with me, if only for a second because i can see you running to your hottest, nearest, whatever thoughts. I know that you would never think to push me too, but here we are again we can push each other to hell and back
you're plotting your own death
and you don't even know it
it is clear skies for your demise
with no chance of hope
oh the love is gone
you threw it away
you were always wrong
stuck in retrograde
it just goes to show
you'll never know
a single thing about me
Bite half your tongue, dig your own grave.
Stand with me while say when. I said when.
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Western Pleasure
02:04
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Lyrics by Carson Pace
Trick you into performance x2
This isn’t a work of fiction, and I would kill for you to dismiss it
Emissions test my heart and you can find sk-skeletons in it
Death is just a disease
Debt is just a number on a screen
(White lies)
S-s-s-southern hospitality
(Sun explodes)
Red flags up all the way
But if you don’t, old unfaithful, there’s only one more way
(White lies)
Ch-ch-ch-change me baby
(Sun explodes)
Repopulate this wretched earth
So involved, while vomiting up your blood, shoving it out your skull, sugarcane in your cells, Old Testament and endless wishing Wells
(So dissolved, disapprovingly dissatisfied, you f***ing f*** you f***ing waste I am disgusted by your resolve and your complacency in neglect)
Your miserable sad existence, it’s becoming a bit played out
Your miserable sad existence, it’s what I’m bleeding about
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Lyrics written by Carson Pace, Elliott Brabant, and Amber Christman
I'll use the feathers as hammers, shoveling coal for the queen bee
and be equally disheveled, fighting bruises off, refusing to sleep
I'm a child of empty promises
A product of mistakes
But I'm thankful for the false impressions made
Horizon breaks through to me
So what's another throat to hold this knife to
when it's been against mine for years
bludgeoned and blue
These rods and cones can only take so much
from your empty words to this bending crutch.
Was it inherited? I can never know,
but I'll find all my answers with my baggage in tow.
There's an art to starting fires.
Let's see how many bridges we can burn.
Do not listen to the sirens, they will drain you then spare you the antidote
None of these songs are about you, how does it feel
rolling, turn over this hill
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We could get the band back together, write a hit summer album, never worry again. I'll lie to you just like a sign.
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Lyrics by Carson Pace & Amy G Dala, special thanks to Blondie
Toe to Toe, dancing very close.
don't look down on the compulsively honest parasite, speak to the rhythm of the sky with weak bones. the alarm goes off 20 minutes after you walk in the door. you hold your hands up high, and speak tongues.
You can breathe outside, I lied to make you stay.
Coward, you think you own everything.
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Books
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The Callous Daoboys Atlanta, Georgia
Carson - Vocals
Maddie - Guitars
Daniel - Guitars
Jackie - Bass
Amber - Violin / Keys
Matthew - Drums
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