the lead singer is JOsh POrter
Artist: Showbread
Album: Life, Kisses And Other Wasted Efforts
Song: I Am A Machine Gun
It turns my stomach every night
like scattering bats in disrupted flight
the idea of ideas and tired points to pierce the skin
little children lining up and losing all of their time
Losing all their time
I don't have the time for my own lifetime
when you blink my stay here is over
batting those long eyelashes, baby save yourself the trouble
And separate from this strangling cable
I have won victory over death
won like an automatic weapon
fingers itching, itching for my trigger
I am a firearm, a machine gun
Walk this tired planet, make sand castles in the tide
I am not my own, so I will not call this place my home
I do not belong to me, and I do not have a care to see
my hands reaching out for wind,
like you're reaching out for wind
Counting the days, counting the scars
counting the miles to get this far
and looking back at nothing, looking back at nothing
and I turn to look up at your flags laughing
thinking of how sad it is to see you capture butterflies in mason jars
I rip my rib cage open and proclaim, I belong to Christ
Artist: Showbread
Album: Life, Kisses And Other Wasted Efforts
Song: My Heart Is Yours
She's driving these nails of restless anti-submission into a head
full of the naive light of day
and then bury this ax with my name into the belly of the never ending stay
the torment refuses to lift off the ground
and the contradictions don't make a sound
until they're all just screaming at her
So take my heart and make it yours
this is the last thing I have left to give to you
So take my heart
I'm not doing anything with it, and I'm tired of being alive
It won't go on separated by a chasm of denial
someone is only one to us and maybe she will finally come to me
invitations written in violet over pale thin wrists
So we pretend we're so far apart when we're really arm in arm
she won't look at me
she feels my heartbeat the lips, the arms, the embrace
and the things she whispers in my ear
the letters mailed across the ocean
So take my heart and make it yours
this is the last thing I will ever give to you
So take my heart
I'm not doing anything with it and I'm tired of being alive
Then the eyes roll back
cast out by the gleaming lights
she was playing make believe
she was putting these scars on our hearts scars,
hearts, putting scars on our hearts
Shimmering sweat for the swollen shame that squeezes my lack of a stomach
I wish I was everything that you wanted when the plane took off
she didn't realize there was an absolute selfishness
wrapping strangling hands around her pale neck
to choke an adolescent out of her
and I started to weep as the glass just broke into so many shards around her
and I cried and walked in a circle behind her a million miles away my love,
my heart, where are the words to say?
because I am so tired, I am so tired today my love,
my heart where are the words to say?
Because I am exhausted, I am so tired today
No comments:
Post a Comment