1. |
Monument
01:34
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I am no monument to justice
In these moments who are we when life thrusts us
do I trust us
is this just us
or will life as we know it always crush us?
what in this world makes life worth living?
are these dramatic highs and lows never ending?
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2. |
Trick Ripper
01:15
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Its hard to say no when youre already in
Your response controls the narrative
Its hard to say no when you've crossed the line
is my body rape-able?
write me my effigy
this trick is hurting me
this hooker is not sorry
trick ripper
I am a trick ripper
write him his effigy
that trick was hurting me
this hooker is not sorry
trick ripper
I am a trick ripper
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3. |
Too Late
01:55
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I imagined you standing there lovinging witnessing the pain that I did feel
When Manny needed to get off
Turn around upside down
We both laughed as I got in the cab
And Manny told the driver not to fuck with me
Too late Manny
Too late Manny
I banish you from my head from my body every square inch that sits from my neck shoulders legs lips and hips
Get the fuck up outta my brain
Your a mark a monster
Go away
Your sad soul has no place
with the light shining holes through my face
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4. |
Rafters and Walls
01:41
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Rafters and walls
No I cant fall
Your silience speaks
Its says to me
When nothing moves me I feel like that I cant breathe
where is my brain
its buried deep
solice can be found freaking with the creeps
my mind is ill
my body weak
comfort can be found fucking with the creeps
Rafters and walls
No I cant fall
Youre NOT fucking useless
Your silience speaks
Its says to me
If you do not respond then you need time to breathe
where is my brain
its buried deep
solice can be found freaking with the creeps
my mind is ill
my body weak
comfort can be found fucking with the creeps
How far will I go, till I go down?
What lengths will I go to until then?
What ghosts haunt me that I should keep?
How do I unload without freaking all the creeps?
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5. |
Unbury
01:38
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Im trying to unlearn shame
unbury my brain
connection is the opposite of addiction
I've been reaching out
fucking up
piling the high
the mistakes I make
No shame
I'm sorry
Fuck you
Thanks
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6. |
Fake Latex
02:01
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Dirty Walled
Radiator
Fake Latex
Real Leather
Eyelash glue
Shiny Heels
Fake Titties
Real pretty
That man in the car outside is either a trick or a fed at leasts tricks pay for this
My stomach is turning inside does a flip high kick im upset and feel real sick
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Plexi Seattle, Washington
Wylee - Guitar
Shai - Guitar
Slyva - Bass
Kari - Drums
Kaelen - Vocals
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