1. |
Clutch
03:39
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Clutch
Souls of ghosts
Memories of life
Never forget
Never give in
All the fyts from inside
All my secret lies
Single death glimpsed
Like sun through the cracks
Hurt past present future
Destroy future present past
Regress go dark
Light dim under the skin
Marianas clutch
Dissolve Then Resolve
Hypothesis
Find the bright
Begin fyts
Sun rise spirits scatter
Hover over never leaving
Remember lost
New birth growth
Resemblance
Reconstruct
Repeat life
Hurt past present future
Destroy future present past
Hurt past present future
Destroy future present past
Hurt future Destroy past
Dive deeper
Black finger grasp
Depths pressure swallow clutch
Last wills Fyts
Despair death
What's left
Fyts
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2. |
3660
02:50
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36/60
I’m walking to exit
A shadow appears in the corridor
To tell if I stay I’ll live forever
But i will never see another day
Yeeeaaaahhhhhh!
FYTS
I’m not giving into this,
Bullshit
that i call a life
I’d rather rot alive then sit and waste my time eroding
Ive realized now that it’s time to
Draw from the minds well.
Ar! Ar! / Aw shit
The ground beneath me crumbles and
The walls around me are warping in
The pictures have turned to black holes//(started caving in)
And reality just checked out
What the fuck is going on
I think I’m losing my god damn mind
I’m not okay and I’m not alright
No, I’m not all fucking right
Bright lights, BRIGHT FUCKING LIGHTS
Above me circling
I’m not alright,
I’m not alright,
I’LL BE ALL FUCKING RIGHT
Bright lights(low)
Bright FYTS(high)
Bright lights(mid range)
(All at once x3)
Above and CIRCLING
Above meee cirrrrccling
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
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3. |
For (Interlude 1)
02:01
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4. |
Gravy Train
04:35
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Gravy Train
I stare at my reflection I ask who I've become
I stare at my reflection I ask who I've become
Can't remember the last time a reflection showed anything but a blank face.
Home is now a warm place.
Heat just glimpsing a face.
Ecstasy\
Embraced and full glutton passion perfect
Don't even recognize my feelings I'm so numb
Don't even recognize my feelings I'm so numb
The mark of a mature man is a certain scar he bears: the memory of a perfect woman never
won, or a once-true love forever lost.
However much he'd loved her, he is only here because she is not
\
However much he'd loved her, he is only here because she is not
Hollowed after lifes complete
he can't pay the toll
constant fyts groveled faded leaking
She won't come back and neither will he
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5. |
Your (Interlude 2)
00:35
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6. |
6th Element
02:54
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The 6th element
I plead just to make you bleed
I've lost the inspiration for the want of motivation
I'm high on melancholy
With resentment I'm thankful and proud
To tell you,
That you will never escape
Forget what you had
I will never make it
I will never give up
Always give the fyts
Tools chosen blades honed down
Straps tethered, mouth open
Limbs spread, screams muffled
You'll never be found
Dispalying my weak will
Sunsets shadow shows lack of courage
Halved whole sternum
Chest open hearts taken
You see me with smile
But I'm not your friend
Fuck your thin skin
I can't stand that stare
I'll pop your eyes like that fuckin cherry
I plead just to make/see you bleed
I've lost the inspiration for the want of motivation
I'm high on melancholy
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7. |
Troubled (Interlude 3)
01:04
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8. |
Henry's Ford
03:44
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HENRY'S FORD
Everything’s suppose to have meaning
But it is nothing
What’s the point of trying after that fade
What is my purpose
why am I on earth
I need to see
Because I’m fucking sick of being a slave
In this crooked
Foul
Built up
Prison
Regrets
Tension
Anger
Affliction
The system will not ever work
We are repeating fyts
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck me please
And now I contemplate
Letting me down
Can't sleep anymore
I can't take vexation
Fuck
The system
Forever forward
Heading backward
Reboot the system
Fuck me (please)
Forcible Violation
Mind molestation
Never hesitated
Sweep the floors to dirty the streets
Force it
Drag it
Down mind rape
Drag me
down
Force me
Fuck me
Force it
Fuck me please
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9. |
Soul (Interlude 4)
02:30
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10. |
FYTS
03:56
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FYTS
You walk around like your shit dont stink,
Well, I can smell you all
(from a mile away.)
You hide behind your thin skin,
I can see right through you.
You hide behind your thin skin,
Well, here's a big FUCK YOU!
You think you have us wrapped around your finger,
Well I am here to tell you, that you are very unclear.
Fuck you and your self righteous opinions.
(2step)
I've tried so many times to get it through your head,
But it seems you cant get it right,
You fucking brain dead bitch,
You'll never make it right.
You hide behind your thin skin,
I can see right through you,
You hide behind your thin skin,
But here's a big FUCK YOU
Fuck
Fuck your
Fuck your thin
Fuck your thin skin
Fuckkk yourrr thhiinnn skkkiiinnn
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FYTS Plymouth, Wisconsin
We are a six piece from Plymouth, Wisconsin.
Jordan Case - Vocals
Jake Schwab - Guitar
Devin Taylor - Drums
Tyler Blanke - Bass
Devin Bailey - Guitar
Jeffrey Prange - Audio Engineer
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