1. |
Adam
02:07
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2. |
New Love
05:00
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I'd wager higher bets
against cowards more than half your threats.
Sitting on an empty sun,
You've got papers, guns, diplomas
You ain't won.
I'm sorry that you're calling me.
Battles petty as your desperate greed.
Chaos harbors vested green;
I'd pay ya more but honey you ain't free.
I'm sick of your paper tree -
digital virus that's aimed at me.
You fucked with the wrong blood.
This is the new love!
Yeah you love me
cause I can play it too!
Try to break me,
cause I got a front row view!
A show too special
of midnight aftermath.
You send me letters,
cause you don't know my wrath.
(suffer in kind)
You brought this all on yourself.
Live and learn,
the agents of stealth.
You never tire of me.
Live and burn,
the pain is for free.
And I built up harmony
my vengeance alone
to pardon me.
For every action a symphony;
I'm gaining traction to lure and lead!
I never attended seas
so wicked alone
that they would scream.
No more blood is left to bleed.
This is the new love
now sign agree!
Yeah you love me
cause I can play it too!
Try to break me,
cause I got a front row view!
A show too special
of midnight aftermath.
You send me letters,
cause you don't know my wrath.
But back in the alleys
and down on fifty-third,
I threw down my weapons,
but I was not the first!
I warned to be wary!
I warned you of a time!
But you didn't hear me!
Now we all suffer in kind!
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3. |
1985
04:20
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(Am I forsaken?)
You stole the moon to steal away
blasphemy and light of day.
Kill the monster in the mind;
But you kill yourself in kind.
Traitors are as traitors do -
making maelstroms; making fools.
Holding on to failed attempts
to better hold and represent
syndicates of veiled desire
burned upon your murder pyre!
Who's to say what heavens sent
when you're broken when you're spent?
Brush it off your precious eyes,
see the demons left inside.
How they marvel, how they grin
when you spit your sin!
Demon. Travel.
Godless. Unraveled.
Mischief. Making.
I am forsaken!
Pay me in sorrow.
Heartless and herald!
Waiting tomorrow,
I am the hollow!
If it were up to my I'd lock the room and set you free.
Dangle fruit from holy trees
and tempt away your inner Eve.
Marvel in this grand design,
Intricate yet so sublime.
Hardly any food to eat so pray to God my soul to keep.
Is there no limit?
No limit?
To misery?
(misery)
Demon. Travel.
Godless. Unraveled.
Mischief. Making.
I am forsaken!
Pay me in sorrow.
Heartless and herald!
Waiting tomorrow,
I am the hollow!
Angels! Steer me!
Godless and fearing!
Can you? Save me?
Helpless! Revering!
Marvels imagined!
Fathers abandoned!
Call out to save me!
Am I forsaken?
(Am I forsaken?)
It's what you feel inside.
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4. |
Still
03:43
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Breaking ties with the lies
sick and tired of fear!
Holding hands with the man
to conspire and jeer!
You can want, you can see
what you cannot be.
You can hate your own fate
it never changes things!
In the land of the damned
we are copper kings!
You can run, you can sing
it never changes things!
How come this light it makes me sad?
Just click away and I'll be glad!
Never wanna empty seas,
A failing part of me.
Never had a day to seize
like enemies; anemone's.
Really wanna have a say,
but I can't touch today!
Really wanna find a way to make or break
to fake! to fake! to fake!
Still!
(stand)
Still!
(thoughts like batter)
Still!
(running out of)
Still!
I tried to write some words to show you what I meant!
But what my pen wrote wasn't really what I sent.
The lies around me falling faster than my lines.
But it's expect cause I stumble all the time.
Not very good at shifting ever growing blame.
While every face around me shoulders all the shame.
Where are the skies I looked above and saw online?
Where is my sanity?
my vanity?
my time? my time! my time!
Still!
(stand)
Still!
(thoughts like batter)
Still!
(running out of)
Still!
Be still.
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5. |
Bull
03:43
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Everything you say to me.
I take it in stride cause I believe
in everything you say to me,
hardened alone when I am weak.
You keep on telling me,
intent you are on selling me
a lie to make yourself believe
everything to say to me!
Asleep again with open eyes;
seeking kin to weaponize
to demonize and hypnotize
all your whimpers all your cries.
Soft and weak a simple creep.
A fictional, important breed.
weighted down by the things you see
and invisible but deadly dream!
Turn around to see your peers
and judge them all out of your fear.
How do you steer that dream you fear
your egos big, but you aren't dear!
High cuts
Low cuts
Simple jabs and pick me ups
with upper cuts
ain't tough enough to give a fuck
so give it up!
I win!
Fuck him!
Nothing but a double sin,
with medicine, and Ritalin,
and everything you say again!
I tried to buy it old,
but it already sold!
Can't hear the engines go,
cause I drove it up a pole!
That night with wires live!
The place that I reside!
Your echoes in my mind!
Not so strong as me.
Not so strong as me.
You're not as strong as me.
Not as strong.
Thou skill is not.
Your facts are not.
Your goal is not!
Your life is not!
Your way is not!
Your hate is not
Like mine!
That's some audacity!
To say that shit to me!
You think your good enough?
Not tough enough to bleed!
You think enough of me
to rip that grip from me?
You think your strong
not good enough to see...
That everything you say to me
Everything you say to me
is all shit,
Bullshit, bullshit!
Everything you say to me
is all shit,
Bullshit, bullshit!
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6. |
Abandon
04:05
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And Abaddon has called for us to die!
I see it rising from the pyres in the sky!
And entropy sets forth a gamble built of shame.
No point in playing, for this is not a game.
And tireless eyes can see.
They rake and grasp,
Take advantage of me!
I've given all I can take!
And I won't put back all the shame I've made.
And tireless I won't cease!
You left me here; Abandoned me!
So I will fight to prove you wrong!
They take! they break
play fucking safe!
You call it good for everything!
I call it fucking blasphemy!
You turn the ire of kings on me!
But I won't break,
I'm fucking
safe.
To think that I was ever for this!
Grade 'A', and seeking business!
But I was empty, never made for this!
So tell me what the hell was god damn thinking?
I'm breaking rules to try and cheat amiss.
I can't regret what I remiss and fail at.
A patchwork set of broken sky land and me
become the voices - I can't hide anything!
And tireless I won't cease!
You left me here; Abandoned me!
So I will fight to prove you wrong!
Can't take! Can't break
I'm fucking safe!
You call it good for everything!
I call it fucking blasphemy!
You turn the ire of kings on me!
But I won't break,
I'm fucking safe!
And tear it down the empty road!
The endless night,
the cowards throne!
And leave behind a husk of me.
I will rebuild again you'll see!
You want the best for me?
Kill the system rape my dreams?
You'll see the worst of me.
Can't fake or break
I'm fucking
Safe!
Safe.
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7. |
Indigo
04:17
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(instrumental)
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8. |
Syndicate
04:34
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9. |
Break
04:49
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10. |
Holes
04:31
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11. |
City Of Sin
04:37
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12. |
Para
04:10
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13. |
Speaking To You
04:14
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14. |
THOA
04:09
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15. |
Drive
05:01
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16. |
Eve
05:26
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Capn Stewmeiser Mobile, Alabama
Capn Stewmeiser is an electronic project fronted by Kevan Pledger and began in 2005. Several releases have been published underneath the Capn Stewmeiser name, however the most notable releases have been within the past decade. The goal of the project has always been about pure, unfettered expression with a dab of dark humor. ... more
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