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Nude

by Hot Trash

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1.
It was raining and it must've been half an hour before we said "Can we just leave? This whole day's fucked." With my coffee black and blue eyes, faded red just like the sunrise. Honing in on our demise We walked down by Shopper's Lane. How time can move so dreadfully. It bothers me. Felt a breeze blow by. As it raced past my shoulders. You're just something I lost versus something I fell for. Something I lost versus something I fell for. You've lost your charm, on top of that you lost your fire. You slipped from apathy and slowly dive down in denial. Why's it always me that treats the past like it's my peak? How can I not see that you're just stifling my speech? We were high as tops of trees. Our minds were neither here nor there. They're everywhere. Looked beyond your eyes, your stare froze me over. You're just something I lost versus something I fell for. Girl I ain't your warchild. I'm a man of peace, and I'll never join your legion. In my mind that's Goddamn treason. In my mind thats Goddamn treason. No lies, no pride, subside, no lies.
2.
So It Goes 04:17
And so it goes. Dripping in self loathing from my head down to my toes. Blame it on the ebb and flow or the lifestyle that we chose. Hope may spring eternal but it has a funny way, of sneaking up behind you and spitting in your face. I can't decide, if it's your hard-drive or your bloodline that is leaving you damaged and depressed. I can't describe, if it's fear or dehydration that has left you feeling tired and upset. Obsessed with old ideals, in love with our machines. This life's not artificial unless you want for it to be. Unless you want for it to be. And so it goes. Every single pretty girl I ever thought I loved, is into some way cooler dude that sells dope party drugs. We can't let it kill us it'll ruin our best days. One foot in the passenger side, the other in my grave. can't decide, if it's your hard-drive or your bloodline that is leaving you damaged and depressed. I can't describe, if it's fear or dehydration that has left you feeling tired and upset. Obsessed with old ideals, in love with our machines. This life's not artificial unless you want for it to be. Unless you want for it to be. Your body cant hold me, these walls can't contain me (I'm still the same kid)
3.
I woke up today. Sun rose, but the sky stayed gray. As the color slowly found its home back in my face. Guess I lost my way between Dogwood and the cloudy stumble that I took back home. Passed by Jay and Bry, laughing bout' the girls that ran awry and bled them dry. Hit the pavement and the glass, laughing as I swore I'd be right back. And you don't seem to care. Shotgun with a sickness, pretend that I'm not there. Stone-faced without emotion, and no one cares. Fight the feeling, fuck the fear. The only thing we've got left is the space between our ears. Long walk back to Raymond, guess I'll drink myself to death, holding on to what I've left inside my head. Shotgun with a sickness, pretend that I'm not there. Stone-faced without emotion And you don't seem to care. Shotgun with a sickness, pretend that I'm not there. Stone-faced without emotion, and no one cares. Found my front lawn past the trees. Reached into my pocket and realized I lost my keys. Fuck. Long walk back to Raymond. I'll drink myself to death. I should have stayed inside. Confronted with violence, responding in silence. I should have stayed inside.
4.
Sound Advice 03:47
The phone rang, hadn't moved in days. Seems to me the strangest thing. Heard an old familiar tone, confident and calm it ushered my next move. Said, "Don't delay, you cannot wait, this modern world ain't handing out a second plate. Just pass the shame, you'll be just fine." Said, "These years are hard, this statement tired. Promise me you'll never let that douse this fire." Well, life's been getting in the way of living. I stood beside myself. Analyzed the moves that I made just this week. Was it enough to make you smile, or flash that look that set me in my ways? Cause this can't make sense, am I that dense? Refuse to think of you outside the present tense. Sometimes confusion and anger collide. Said, "This world is hard and unforgiving. Just don't let that drop a bomb on all your modern living." Woah, walking down this empty road. Imagine life without all the setbacks. Breathing in menthol, gonna carve this earth until the wheels fall off. Imagine life without all the setbacks, forget all the setbacks. Setbacks, I can't take that.
5.
Whirlpool 05:07
I think I'm patient when you're fucked up. But, at least we're acting out of love. We've done it all, soft whispers and hard alcohol. Until I stepped back, let time and cable clear my head, lets be friends until we fall into old trends. I'm wide awake, you're fast asleep. I'm counting flies, you're counting sheep. And I hope your nightmares drag you to despair and cause concern. At night I toss and toss and turn. They cause concern. At night I toss and toss and turn. Every single time you lock me out, my guess is that you're pretty fucking mad. I've been talking with my phantoms, with my demons, with myself and they all offered me no help. Until I step back let panic attacks do their thing and pretend. Just like I'm talking with old friends. At night I toss and toss and turn. Instead I'll live and learn and burn At night I toss and toss and turn At night I toss and toss and turn Hindsight makes the dark days brighter If you wanted to know, I could cut the ties I'm better on my own I think you wanted to know, you'll never change me. And if you wanted to know, I could cut the ties I'm better on my own. I think I'm starting to know, that I'm better in my head than in your home You'll never change me.

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released April 16, 2016

Recorded by Nik Bruzzese at Small Hill Studios in Williamstown N.J.
Mastered at The Lumberyard in Hammonton, N.J.

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