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So say slow down tell me what do you mean?
Lines of cocaine and an amphetamine?
That's not what I meant when I said I'm not clean
So just walk away from this killing machine
So pop the champagne and let it all out
You can't seem to understand what they're screaming about
We like to move quick,
So don't give me the doubt,
This haze is dead thick,
I can't see so I'll shout.
Get Help,
Drop Dead.
Get Help,
Oh, they said.
Get Help
Get Help
Get Help
Eyes twitching wide just give me the name,
You don't seem to die when you're feeling ashamed
Walk through the guilt trip and talk off the pain
Like pouring gasoline on an open flame
So fuck the airport you just let out a sigh
With a face twice this pretty you don't need to lie
Ball's in your court,
Shove me aside,
I wouldn't go as far to say
Run and hide.
Get Help,
Bitch, drop dead.
Get Help,
Oh, they said.
Get Help
Get Help
(Gimme that thing)
One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four!
Get Help
Get Help
Get Help
Negotiations, well don't that seem nice
You call me a virtue I'm really a vice
If you hit me once then they're won't be a twice
You tell me I'm naughty I sure treat you nice
On the same page or at least you pretend
I'll give you a minute to just count to ten
Limits are different, I guess it depends
Take a step back and watch me ascend.
Get Help
Drop Dead
Get Help
Oh, They Said
Get Help.
Get Help.
Get Help.
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2. |
Cliffhanging
03:08
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Out in the parking lot
Your hand upon my wrist
You'd never say I'm sorry
For the times you hissed.
So put words in my mouth
No strings ventriloquist
Oh let me let you down
This ignorance ain't bliss
No you never
Never had the time to tell me
What you want from me
No you never
Never had the time to tell me
What you want
What you want from me
(Drag me across the floor why don't you)
And in my heart I'm crying out for sympathy
But I will tell you darling it's not what I need
A couple shots'll be
Enough to set me free
From all this cardiovascular
Muscle Atrophy
No you never
Never had the time to tell me
What you want from me
No you never
Never had the time to tell me
What you want
What you want from me
SO POINT YOUR GUN AT SOMEBODY FUCKING ELSE
Yeah,
Yeah,
No you never
Never had the time to tell me
What you want from me
No you never
Never had the time to tell me
What you want
What you want from me
Baby, all my tears are dry
Baby, all my tears are dry
Baby, all my tears are dry
Now that all my tears are dry
Baby all my tears are, all my tears
Baby all my tears are, all my tears
Baby all my tears are dry
Baby all my tears are dry
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3. |
Fake
01:32
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WELL THEY-
Take you to the places you don't really wanna go
And they smile right through your eyes like on a TV show
Something's got you thinking and well now you know
That you're going to the places you don't really wanna go
But oh they're something special, oh-oh they're so unique
And they give you the attention that you always seem to seek
However right behind your back they're calling you a freak
They kill your reputation, oh the havoc that they wreak
Fake friends, fake friends,
All you've got is fake friends,
Justify their means just by calling it your end
And their fake friend's fake friend's
Sleeping with your boyfriend
Don't think you need them
Well I had a good best buddy
Oh I think his name was kyle?
And he told me that he loved me
That he'd be here for a while
Soon enough he dropped me
Said I had gone out of style
And while he said these awful things,
My goodness did he smile
Fake friends, fake friends,
All you've got is fake friends,
Raise a glass, they kick your ass and sell the things you send
And they're fake friends, fake friends
Stealing your pencils and pens
Don't think you need them
Well now everything I've ever loved
Is soon now, to be gone
They took the castle, queened the king
And knight the king to pawn
And now my favourite armchair's sitting
Out on my front lawn
...
THAT BASTARD KYLE WILL PAY FOR EVERYBODY THAT HE'S WRONGED
'Cause a fake friend, fake friend
Meets his maker in the end
Adorable but horrible, you're hopeless to defend
From your fake friends, fake friends
Playing nice, playing pretend
DON'T
THINK
YOU
NEED
THEM
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4. |
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Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah
Ah-AGHHHHHH
We could be burning down the boulevard,
Or scraping up the avenue,
Forget about the coronary,
Knowing that I'd want you to.
A flash of broken capillaries,
Screaming out for subterfuge,
Like I said response may vary,
Depending on your choice of tomb.
A shout out at our adversaries,
All the people that I knew,
Would go looking for bloody mary,
Illustrate their point of view.
Let's rule them as unnecessary,
Cross them out and then make do,
With nothing but a last exception,
Way too far past overdue.
You wanna say it's up to fate
It's one I chose and can't escape
Taking flight, I've lost my faith
I'm feeling bad, I'm looking great.
And now we're breaking
Down
Your
Gate
Ah
Dogs push me up against the wall
Bright angel, fake it when you fall
Make death to us, and play your last night over
Break not bend, and hit the fucking dust
There's four of them, there's five of us
You want to stay here looking for your closure.
(I CAN SEE YOUR HALO BABY)
I can't contain myself inside
I'm running with no place to hide
I'm looking for your face among
The dead and some unlucky sum
You wanna say it's up to fate
It's one I chose and can't escape
I've taken flight, I've lost my faith
I'm feeling bad, I'm looking great.
And now we're breaking
Down
Your
Gate
AHH
BITE ME
(What are you talking about I feel fine)
You wanna say you're scared of me
Become more than unfair to me
Say you hate every hair on me
But I'm not afraid of you
You could douse me with kerosene
Beat me to death with a chair but hey
I've got anxiety
But I'm not afraid of you
Afraid of you,
Afraid of you,
AFRAID OF YOU,
AFRAID OF YOU
Dogs push me up against the wall
Bright angel, fake it when you fall
Make death to us, and play your last night over
Break not bend, and hit the fucking dust
There's four of them, there's five of us
You want to stay here looking for your closure.
You wanna say you're scared of me
Become more than unfair to me
Say you hate every hair on me
But I'm not afraid of you
You could douse me with kerosene
Beat me to death with a chair but hey
I've got anxiety
But I'm not afraid of you
Afraid of you,
Afraid of you,
AFRAID OF YOU,
AFRAID OF YOU
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Life Post-Mortem Toronto, Ontario
Life Post-Mortem is a post-hardcore band from Toronto, Ontario formed in 2017
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