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Buried Alive
04:08
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Running out of air
Running out of steam
Running out of air
Running out of…..
I don’t imagine I’m not dead.
A million miles from nowhere alone in the dark at night
No idea what’s become of me, or who you really are
And those damned nails, the box airtight
Heart beating heavily, there’s a crowd gathered over me
And I can barely breathe
Just when you think it’s over and it’s only just a dream
They take the only hope that’s left, and they bury it deep
Running out of air
Running out of steam
A million miles from nowhere alone in the dark at night
No idea what’s become of me, or who you really are
And those damned nails, the box airtight
Heart beating heavily, there’s a crowd gathered over me
And they’re chanting all those evil things
Just when you think it’s over and it’s all been just a dream
They take the only hope that’s left, and they bury it deep
There’s a crowd gathered over me that I can barely hear
But the chanting of those evil things
As loud as they can
Running out of air
Running out of steam
Someone come and save me…..dig out, dig out
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Hotel Cecil
03:49
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God it took her 6 days
Man it took her one night
Gotta find the way, the lid it closed behind
Figure out the way that lid it closed tight
Screams that never came to anyone that night
She’s on her way, you know I know there’s no goddamn way she could have ever lift that door herself
You know I know it’s a cold dead stare
She couldn’t hop out with her mind tied tight
You know I know, there’s no goddamn way she could ever lift that door herself
You know I know, there’s no goddamn way she
could ever lift that door herself
lift that door herself, you know I know
There’s no goddamn way, there’s no way…
Figure out the way that elevator ride
The doors stayed open, no one in sight
Her demon hands on film making strange signs
She up and walks away left it all behind
Push the button to press door stays open
Caught her by surprise her demon hands on film
Someone hiding outside
It’s the ghost surprise, it showed her way
The scream that never came
Leaked down the cold sorrowful mourning night.
She’s on her way you know I know there’s no goddamn way she could have ever lift that door herself, you know I know it’s a cold dead stare
She couldn’t hop out with her mind tied tight
You know, I know it’s the ghost that stares
You know, I know it’s the ghost instead
There’s no goddamn way
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It seems out here every star is a black hole
it says I’m a myth and you’re all wrong
It shorts your brain and crosses wavelengths
It’s all what they want to make you think
It seems out here every star is a black hole, it says I’m a myth and you’re all wrong
In the short rise of all A.I.
Insurgence is grown in future R.O.M.
It seems out here every star is a black hole
It says I’m a myth and you’re all wrong
It shorts your brain and crosses wavelengths
It’s all what they want to make you think
From the crawling strange decay, it has your name and face
Its light reaching out to show you came
In the short rise of all A.I.
Insurgency is grown in future R.O.M…
I’ve seen, oh it seems already wrong
Days sun arise won’t arrive and your gaze sends them, sends them out to stand trial
And you judge these saints and you’ll find their lies and you’ll hang them from on high
And the days sun arise and it won’t arrive, and you’ll send them out…you’ll send them out to trial
Then you’ll judge those saints and you’ll find their lies to hang them from, hang them all from on high
In the wind and burning rain await, the ashes bury them in graves of everything.
And your old and broken ways won’t save anyone or…or anything
It seems out here every star is a black hole
It says I’m a myth and you’re all wrong
It shorts your brain and crosses wavelengths
It’s all what they want to make you think
From the crawling strange decay,
It has your name and face
Its light is reaching out to show you what you've not known
In the short rise of all A.I.
Insurgency is grown in future R.O.M…
I’ve seen, oh it seems already wrong
In the short rise of all A.I.
Insurgency is crucified all day long.
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Malagamaniac
03:42
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You came, you’re home
A new way now
Island house, a grave no doubt
Shed your skins and start again
Don’t waste your time never leaving town
It seems you’re out of place and you’re on your own
But you can’t back down from the horrors to come
They’ll change everything and blame it on your bones, then they gave you all away and now you’re home
They say you’re a castaway, no worth anymore
Changed your life it seems according to reports
Set your burning gaze to the ground its shores
You can’t get around to make your way back home
You gave your rights away when you were born
It seems that our minds erased the memory of those storms
It seems you’re out of place, and you’re on your own
But you can’t back down from the horrors to come
It seems you’re out of place and you’re on your own
But you can’t back down from the horrors that come
They’ll change everything and they’ll blame it on your bones, then they gave you all away and now you’re home
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Deporter Records is a label based in Portland, Maine concentrating on eclectic underground music.
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