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AMETHYST DOESN'T DIG IT
02:03
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Amethyst Doesn’t Dig It.
Are you ready to fail?
Then come on down
Amethyst doesn’t dig it
You’re all getting coal for Christmas
Are you ready to fail?
Then come on down
You don’t have it, neither does she
Jumping through hoops in a circus for fleas
Amethyst Doesn’t dig it
Behind the panel you’re on her shit list
Amethyst Doesn’t dig it
In JB HIFI discount bin this Christmas
You Don’t have it.
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DREAMLESS SLEEP
03:59
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Dreamless sleep
I’m chasing the dreamless sleep
So my subconscious doesn’t catch up with me
Forty dollars for a black out fancy free
Ruination of my family tree
It’s exactly what you think
Pour it all down the sink
My brain is a toilet
I can’t avoid it
Only one way
To escape this headspace
I’m chasing the dreamless sleep
To escape all these psychotic dreams
Drink Drink Drink
I’m chasing the dreamless sleep
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MIRACLE MILE
03:09
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Miracle Mile.
Dead behind the steering wheel
Flies behind my eyes
So fucking thirsty
Sunlight peeling my mind
We all need somewhere to go
Even if its five minutes down the road
Down the road
I feel sick to the pit
Of my bloated gut
40 degrees outside
I think its time to give up
Praying to the dash board
Memories come in waves
Time to start the engine
And roll on to my grave
We all need somewhere to go
Even if its five minutes down the road
Down the road
Another glitch, another loose stitch
In my memory
Another hiccup, another slip up
In my memory
I’m on fire
On the miracle mile
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4. |
BLOOD FROM A STONE
03:50
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Blood from a stone
Don’t invite me anywhere
Haven’t got shit to say
Haven’t been up to much
Just hanging on until payday
Nothing
That I want more
Than to leg it out the front door
I can’t afford this place
One beer as much as six at home
Don’t ask to split the bill
Blood from a stone, blood from a stone
The art of conversation
Is lost on me
Haven’t been up to much
Just silent misery
Blood from a stone
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PROJECTING
03:32
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Projecting.
Don’t know if I’m projecting
Don’t know what I’m expecting
But like to think I know what is real
And what is not
I hope you’re still smoking heaps of weed
At least do that for me
Picking mushrooms in forest
Hitting me up out of nowhere
Touch me with your electric fingers
Frizzing out my hair
Dump your kid at your parents place
And fuck off to Bali
Get a taste for the Charlie
I’ll take you on holidays again
Once I get my tax return
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TIERSMAN Adelaide, Australia
Hailing from Adelaide, South Australia.
Driving, heavy and chaotic post-hardcore with elements of doom. Brooding and bludgeoning.
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