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MASK ERA
04:02
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separate yourself until its safe to come out
i put on a mask i wasnt taking no chances
i took what i wanted and waved to all the cameras
i brought the biggest box up to your house where you've been stuck inside for weeks
parasitic landlord give a fuck if you cant breathe
dont let em see your face
dont let em hear your last name
i can recognize all of my friends by their eyes
when they ask me what happened i got nothing to say
we spend every day just trying to dodge all the crashes
breathing in the things thats growing under the mattress
mascara on my eyes, they got nothing on me
why you work your whole life when you could get it for free
yeah this is crisis now, siphon up the gas tank
landlords and the cops they run my city like a prison
giving every second of my life to jobs that give a fuck locked in or locked out
shady business in the alley out of sight
ninth street houses go up in flames in the night
they came to buy us out of the tinderbox where we live
then they burnt yours down
another ghost of a house
wear a mask when i go out
so you dont end up with a tube or a cot in a cell
if we were stuck in hell we'd be helpless
we watch the worst effects of our actions
stay awake tonight
unidentified
breathe a little sigh
make it out alive
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2. |
PEOPLE AT THE DOOR
03:33
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gonna need you to wake me up
tell me if the cops come
tell me if we got people at the door
tell me if we're locked down
tell me if we gotta sell it all
and when you're not home
i watch the windows
tell me on the real how you got ur case closed
you walk around here like a plainclothes
even if i cant trust you sometimes youre beautiful
i got no money babe
everything go to waste
used it up yesterday
does it feel like the end times
yesterday the sun didnt rise
am i just being paranoid?
im hearing voices on the line
i dont trust it
theyve been running my plates just waiting
motherfuckers act casual when i see them in the driveway
i been getting nervous when the sun goes down
watch the spotlights dance around
tell me about freedom
are you really free to choose what you desire?
hanging in the alley where the kids would hotwire
pool a little money buy some bolt cutters and pliers
remember when we used to smoke up where they couldnt see us
they made us run a mile then we were out behind the bleachers
now we only run when we're avoiding police and
ive been in the house all day im having trouble breathing
stressing over money wish that i could live for free
knocking on the door tell me who could that be
i dont wanna go see
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3. |
UNICODE CONSORT
02:04
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digital noise i see
no faces on my screen
lost in space
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4. |
LAKE OF SOULS
04:42
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i really love you but we're not ok
only thing we have left of is time we can waste
and lingering pains from living in cars
but each one was really ours
morning in the citys a narcotic grey
colorless textures in a low poly frame
and maybe i was looking for a new friendly face
i fumble for saving grace
always be awake
stand on fire escapes
waiting to be saved
isolation love
confess your obsessions
like it might be enough
just to know ur loved
when we finally meet it feels like a distant memory of another life
we dont see each other we kiss ghosts of other people we miss
just close ur eyes
ive been drowning in this lake of souls so long i cant believe youll call and say goodnight
in a dream i have found safe harbor
the brickyard cove beneath the sky
always stay up late
dead most of the day
happiness erased
isolation lust
insatiable mistrust
a false hope we could run
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ignore the smoke alarm going off
dissolve the tabs under our tongues
lacing up our steel toed boots
sweet cigar smoke in our room
you throw em all back
coming up fast and i cant relax
i gotta sell it all to pay the rent
we're not in love, just indifferent
i miss that dumb little kid saying lemme take you somewhere
hey, when did we grow up in jail?
and its kinda hard to admit that we're stuck here and we dont care
hey, when did we grow up in jail?
you said "you'll break that glass if ur really tough"
and it cut my knuckles open, i got the scars still
i stepped out in front of a train of thought and it took me away
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6. |
ONE HAND ON THE WHEEL
04:59
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goats heads and gravel roads for miles
white teeth in the tires
black smoke just behind the car
take what you can carry dont look back
get a grip on the glass
like crabs in a tank theyll pull you under
one hand on the wheel
one hand on a bottle of gin
still in love with this dead promised land
outrun the ash on the wind
til we get to the motel 6
sit in the dark and dream about dying
almost there by now
tongues out like snakes after the rain
burn the picture and the frame
the landscape untouched and strange
drive through a world poked full of holes
away from burned out empty homes
you know all this was green and gold
before ten years gunsmoke
found a place to stake my claim on the climb
in a hollow oak they burned from the inside
put the flags half mast all the better to catch alight
my shadow leading me at night
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7. |
WATCH IT ALL BURN
03:27
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black dress on my back
bras hanging too tight on my flat barrel chest
and when i touch you i set fire to myself
and i burn through my personal effects
day after day
just to survive
abandon your faith
burn out fade away
we stand at the edge of the palace
smoking on a cigarette dead lawn around us
do i accept this paper relationship?
when the music stops, we're gonna burn it up
and i wouldnt change a thing
black smoke in the night sky above us
outside the courthouse where we spent our summers
i feel our hearts beat
there is no latency
when the riot starts, we're gonna burn it up
id give anything to watch it all burn
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i grew up in a postage stamp with a few liquor stores
stealing street signs when we got bored
at the top of the hill we'd smoke by the light-up cross
nothing good waiting at home for any of us
go driving all night like the highway might let you escape
pull over and kill a few brain cells til the rest behave
we're the losers left from better days
no one's coming to find you in this place
you know lately im so tired of myself
my whole life is a tattoo of everything we loved
and every bad decision that we made
when you died i started smoking again and burning my lungs
and it makes me feel so old you leaving so young
still expect to find you there waiting for the man
we try hard to play our parts
victims of circumstance
and alex got up that day and rode a bus through nested prison walls
showed up to the halfway house had my number saved and didnt call
just some losers left from better days
no ones coming to find you in this place
you know lately im so tired of myself
my whole life is a tattoo of everyone we loved
and every bad decision that we made
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9. |
SHED SKINS
04:52
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are we still girls with the lights off?
is it my face that turns you on?
if we leave enough space in the right spots can we live inside a song?
til then ill be in my head again
filter on the screen i cover up my skin
but i want to believe you when i see you smile like
you would never let me down
i would never let you down
are we in love with the lights off?
is it my face that turns you on?
are we really in love with the lights off?
never be sure
but soon we'll be dead with our skins shed
just muscle and bone nothing left to hide
take me somewhere i can feel alive
immaterial boy
ive been sleeping with a gun again
counting up the days left until i get fed
living in this body's kinda like a cell
but we can holler through the bars
tell each other how we are
and this will never change
i will never change
nothing ever changes baby dont you know
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Bella Hangnail Oakland, California
MASK ERA out 10/15
nobody's from nowhere.
this is bella king's solo project.
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