1. |
rise and shine
01:16
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Rise and shine to your new face
Time took over and soon replaced
Your heart and soul
With something I don’t recognize
Life stays dead, we found her tomb
A brand new chapter, the struggle resumes
I can’t get the sound out of my mind
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2. |
never (never ever)
02:39
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I will never watch you fall and die
I will never watch you learn to cry
I found myself inside a place
I never thought I’d be
But who am i to
Define a tragedy
And this is such a mess
I’ve never learned my shame
I’m just a fucking whore
Searching for her name
For her name (for her name)
Victoria county, 120 miles
With the rain you pour, I never see you smile
Shit, I’m back where I began
I never meant to change
Back into the asshole
Hidden in my brain
I conjugate my wisdom
It never stays the same
More like it’s adapting
To accept more pain
Right in front of you
More or less familiar and abstract
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3. |
i hate cars
01:41
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am I dizzy cause I'm crazy,
or am I just stoned?
Am I living if I'm spinning,
out of contrived purposes?
I don’t wanna fucking die;
Staring at a brake light;
Whether or not, it's all the same.
Work to death in tired breath;
My labor builds his greedy flesh;
It's just a fucking game we play.
My dreams are suicide;
I am living proof that lies;
Are the best scheme to pull!
I value conciousness;
No more happiness;
I call it bull!
Suffer is the word of God;
Take your heart, remove the love;
It's a dying shame!
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4. |
you are
01:11
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5. |
haunted
02:39
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Fuck this shit.
I found her voice and her voice found me;
But it never came for free;
No it never came for free.
Time will show when it’s really apropos;
Yeah, the time will fucking show;
That I’m not your fucking hoe.
You are fucking haunted.
I Never forgot it.
When you fucking said to me.
"Baby I am tied up"
"Well maybe I am hung up"
"Kiss me, I swear I'm fucking sorry”
Oh, fuck this shit.
Damsel in distress but I’m not your fucking pet;
No I’m not your fucking pet;
No I’m not your fucking pet.
You cut into my heart the time I tried to leave;
Yeah you left a nasty cleave;
Now I’m gonna fuckin bleed OUT.
You are fucking haunted
I Never forgot it
When you fucking said to me
"baby I am tied up"
"well maybe I am hung up"
"Kiss me, I swear I'm fucking sorry”
Oh, fuck this shit.
Is this just a deathwish or is it a phase;
Sunlight, shine bright, you never change.
Biggering and better, my shit is over fucking flowing;
throw me up, blow me up, Ima fuckin live grenade.
Never thought i'd ever live to see the day I died;
But it never really bothered me, I never really tried.
So faster and faster I dig towards the sky;
where maybe I'll explode or maybe I will fly.
FUCK
You are fucking haunted
I Never forgot it
When you fucking said to me
"baby I am tied up"
"well maybe I am hung up"
"Kiss me, I swear I'm fucking sorry”
Oh, fuck this.
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6. |
anyway you like it
03:07
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7. |
cut me
04:07
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Cut me. Cut me to taste.
I won’t flinch, it’s my found grace.
I’m naked. But with you I'm covered up,
Walls are skintight, smothered up, smothered up.
Cut me, cut me down.
I’m an 18th century clown.
In pestilence we frown in place.
A body found with no face.
[chorus]
Words collide, Worlds collide inside my
Fucked up lies, my fucked up insides,
My self detest. Are you not impressed,
by stupid shit? I’m a stupid fucking bitch.
Cut me, I am entirely weak
I got no sleep, running on bleak
It's full drive, no stopping me now.
It's the back nine, definitely not stopping me now.
Cut me, you stupid bitch!
I’m so sick, tired, unitched.
I’m depraved. A sad little girl,
I am okay, but I think I might hurl.
Words collide,
Worlds collide,
Worlds collide,
Worlds collide,
I'm alive for life or death.
I will die for life or death.
Worlds collide, in time.
In lie, terrible lies.
But, you are me.
I am nothing.
I mean nothing at all.
Words collide
Worlds collide.
And time will die and die and die and
Time will tear you apart.
We are few but we are few are few,
And time will do what it's going to do.
And it's terrible, but nothing will ever bring you apart.
From the things you love.
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8. |
lovesick
02:24
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I’m lovesick, but I love it
But I need it
I’m addicted to your sour touch
It’s futile
No control
It is awful
I am craving all your body
I know I’m fucking naughty
And last night you saw me
But I love you.
I’m stupid, fucking stupid
Fuckin losin it
I am stupid for sour charm
It’s noxious
It's obnoxious
I am nauseous
Hope I find my feelings
Hopeless more than bleeding
I guess I am still breathing again
It's a loveless wasteland.
It’s the best kiss
Fucking restless
Failed a drug test
Now I am going to prison
But I still need a fixin’
I’ve loved you since I met ya,
Never could regret ya
I’m doing all the loving I can
I need your superstition
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9. |
never felt more alive
01:17
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10. |
you are my masterpiece
04:02
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Fog rolled into town the other day,
skies turned from bright lights, and shining lights, all fade to grey
If we don’t fix the sky and the crops decay,
Starvation looms over our sad display.
The nightmares soon pour back to our brain.
Restless and meekness, the clouds hang on our parade.
Turning and turning and turning at night, my mind;
shattered by starlight, the answer hangs open wide.
In time we fade into perfect constellations
The world we hate can’t starve our mutilations
A death at our hands won’t solve the situation
But the world just wasn’t meant for us.
In time I find my hands soaked in guts and taint
Blood is cheaper than the fruitless décora.
Painting pictures more than the real displays
On the floor, We are my masterpiece .
Lay down in tall armed, soak in from head to feet.
Lay down our heart and our mind to the beating tunes.
Of living in dirt beneath all of the grays and blue.
Born like, starlight, talons pierce my skin.
Comfort is scarcer than bread, we will never win.
What comes to life by force never wants to grow.
by far, the worst option is just letting go.
In time we fade into perfect constellations
The world we hate can’t starve our mutilations
A death at our hands won’t solve the situation
But the world just wasn’t meant for us.
In time I find my hands soaked in guts and taint
Blood is cheaper than the fruitless décora.
Painting pictures more than the real displays
On the floor, We are my masterpiece .
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11. |
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12. |
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This is the part
Where our love falls apart
Where the ship we sailed
Fades into dark
Never fearful
never heard
No more conscious
no more word.
A creation of my own demise
I train for abstracts.
You train for force.
I find communion
In your fundamental worth.
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13. |
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Black ties, white lines.
Red throats.
Man stops, no rest.
Or so it goes.
I feel heart crack,
open into you.
Fall open widely,
For your view.
New blood, pin holes
Pouring out.
Don't cry, don't wince,
And don't pout.
When I die, bury me in burgundy
But do not cry, my soul will feel it and I can't bear it,
Don't wait for me, why are you not smiling?
Please bury me, lay me down in purgatory creek.
Roll up, throw down.
Spill a pint or an ounce.
Eight down, eat my shit,
Feed it a to a bitch.
Stuck gold, my fault
My fault.
I don't understand what's going on
But I probably never will.
Can't make me sleep with
The dreams you handed me.
New glove, new love,
It fits like a bitch,
Nothing to eat,
Nothing to cure my itch.
When I die, bury me in burgundy.
But do not cry, my soul can feel it and I can't bear it,
Don't wait for me, why are you not smiling?
Please bury me, lay me down in purgatory creek.
Words collide, Worlds collide inside my
Fucked up lies, my fucked up insides,
My self detest. Are you not impressed,
by stupid shit? I’m a stupid fucking bitch.
When I die, bury me in burgundy
But do not cry, my soul will feel it and I can't bear it,
Don't wait for me, why are you not smiling?
Please bury me, lay me down in purgatory creek.
When I die, bury me in burgundy.
But do not cry, my soul will feel it and I can't bear it,
Don't wait for me, why are you not smiling?
Please bury me, lay me down in purgatory creek.
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