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Neurasthenia
00:54
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Hydroxyzine
01:39
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(You feel it like a) California fire
Moving fast burning the landscape
You can’t control it
No matter how hard you fucking try
You shake and bend and feel your lungs give
But things just end up broken
Then the screaming starts
Seeing shades of red
Before it all goes black
A fucking monster born of frustration and regret
A home is what you make it
I’ve made mine a battle ground
Scattered with trip wires and eggshells
To everyone
Who’s bared
Witness to the beast
I’m sorry.
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Railway Spine
02:31
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Found sprawled across the floor
Ten pints emptied from inside
Last breath’s spent alone in wonder
Why there’s nothing waiting
You close your eyes
and hope to god
that someone finds you
Before your eyes glaze over
Cold to the touch
cold to the touch
paramedics can’t do their jobs
If you’re cold to the touch
small rooms in the back of hospitals
Built for bad news and nervous breakdowns
body on a slab
And blood on her face
They left the tube jammed down her throat
Cold to the touch
Cold to the touch
paramedics can’t do they’re jobs
If your cold to the touch
Death leaves…
nothing but a trail
Of empty cans
and prescription bottles
Post traumatic
With bipolar tendencies
Cold to the touch
She was cold to the fucking touch
Cold to the touch
She was cold to the fucking touch
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Mortuary Wax
02:56
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My lungs blossom growths
In colors they have never seen
Until I choke on the scent of spring
Life is built of simple moments
(I’m choking on the pleasant scent of spring)
With those minutes made from seconds
show me to my grave
I’ll break down to a liquid
Bacteria and mortuary wax
Until there’s nothing left but dust and teeth
Maybe my ghost will have a floral scent
Now you can Show me to my grave
Life is built
of simple moments
Simple Moments made from minutes
Where I’m choking
on the scent of spring
Simple moments made from minutes
Life is built of simple moments
Simple Moments made from minutes
With those minutes made from seconds
And If time is an illusion
Does that make life non existent
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Aetiology
02:32
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Melancholia
04:01
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Another moment spent
in lacerated doubt
Can’t grasp the good
in any situation
manic lows have out stretched arms
More welcoming
than the effort to even try
Why does everything
seem so out of reach
Why does everything
have a gray hue
Why does everything
scream in frustration
And laugh at you
It’s fucking laughing at you
Every smiling face is fucking a lie
Only mass murderers say
everything is fine
Until the day they find
your body under a fucking bridge
And cry to each other
while they figure out why
It was staring at you
the whole fucking time
It was staring at you
the whole fucking time
When My heart
My hands
My head
My spirit
My will
can’t hold anymore
It’s Just Another pill down my throat….
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Sharp Object Springfield, Massachusetts
Formed in 2020, Daniel Daponde (The Acacia Strain, Blood Has Been Shed) and Ryan Corrigan (Ferrous) fused their influences
together to create ferocity through aggressive music targeting everything from organized religion and cults to the country’s normalization of everyday violence, and mental health.
Daniel Daponde: Guitar, Bass, Programming, Back up Vocals
Ryan Corrigan: Vocals, Programming
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