1. |
Dig
02:50
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Lover come back to me;
Leave me in agony;
Grant me some ecstasy
Before we go drown”
“Death is a small wish
For sweating in avarice”
Cool hands and cold lips
Are all I have now
My heart is an ocean
Devoid of devotion
I have no sympathy
For ships lost at sea
So lover, come back to me,
Take all the air I breathe,
Grant us some ecstasy;
Before we go drown
Use me up!
Tear me down!
Use me up!
Tear me down!
Will it heal me, will it kill me?
Will it fulfill or destroy me?
I guess it's over now.
Will it heal me, will it kill me?
Will it fulfill or destroy me?
I guess it's over now.
Marry, fuck or kill me later
ride it like an elevator;
we drop a level down
My heart is like a laboratory:
I get high when you ignore me;
I'm only trying it out
My body is a superfund site:
dumping ground for all of your spite;
nobody goes there now
Thick and sticky like a tarpit,
Guinea pig for corporate profit
Know what I'm talking about?
Use me up!
Tear me down!
Use me up!
Tear me down!
Will it heal me, will it kill me?
Will it fulfill or destroy me?
I guess it's over now.
Will it heal me, will it kill me?
Will it fulfill or destroy me?
I guess it's over now.
Use me up!
Tear me down!
Will it heal me, will it kill me?
Will it fulfill or destroy me?
I guess it's over now.
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2. |
Prick
02:07
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I'll kill him
He hurted you
He haunts you still
Like fire, bacteria
He burns your will
Hour after hour
The bottom of the bottle
The rattle of your keys
As they're falling on the floor
You can never drown it
Make the taste erase itself
The memory continues
Even though you're not a child
I'll kill him
He hurted you
He haunts you still
Like fire, bacteria
He burns your will
Royals trapped in towers
A knight is coming after
The shackles of the sheets
When the night is looming near
In your thoughts he breaks you
But in my dreams we crush him
The shadow of the loser falls;
You're running up that hill
I'll kill him
He hurted you
He haunts you still
Like fire, bacteria
He burns your will
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3. |
Burn
02:12
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I think I've been in love with you all year
And it hurts me
Tell me how you feel, I'm ready, here:
You can burn me
I can close my eyes to touch this match
When you light it
I am on my knees and loving it;
I've decided
Everyday, the agony is brilliant
And I’m too old for such a situation
Everyday, I spend the hours waiting
For the end of this infatuation.
You know I cannot breathe when you come near:
You make me panic
The atmosphere is too thin over here;
I can’t land it
I can’t wait to make this crash and burn
(Heart is pounding)
Clear the way, I’ll steer this ship around;
I’m coming in for landing
Everyday, the agony is brilliant
And I’m too old for such a situation
Everyday, I spend the hours waiting
For the end of this infatuation.
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4. |
Pressure
02:49
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What is it that's calling
you to this other city?
Beckoning your body;
it's relentless in its calling.
Freedom of seduction:
we're so green we barely function;
It's another summer passing,
but our youth is everlasting!
We're getting older now
Feels like we're missing out
The fear comes rolling in;
Like tide, slides out again.
Trying all the time
Trying all the time
So much pressure to be positive;
Trying all the time
Friendship is deceiving;
That's what I've been believing
Everybody's leaving, oh
I'm aimless and I'm aging
Don't tell me that it's unfair
I hate it when you go there
Forever be reminded
That the past descends behind us
We're getting older now
Feels like we're missing out
The fear comes rolling in;
Like tide, slides out again.
Trying all the time
Trying all the time
So much pressure to be positive;
Trying all the time
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5. |
Read
03:56
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I am not your inspiration
I am not your waiting muse
I won’t indulge this conversation
I'm not here for you to use
Guys like you like Charles Bukowski:
Yearning for a misspent youth.
Your midlife crisis panacea is
Not me and you knocking boots!
You think than you can put me down
To get me hot and fuck around,
But I am rubber, you are glue:
The shit you blow comes back to you.
You hate your wife, you hate your kids
Your underwear is full of skids
You think you’ll sweep me off my feet;
You think your heart is really deep.
Condescension in your eyes:
A look your smile cannot disguise
In your mind I’m lying prone;
Let me read my book alone
Let me read my book alone, oh
Let me read my book alone
P-U-A F-U-C-K, look,
Let me read my fucking book!
Your toxic masculinity
is not a pheromone to me
You’re just a bother and a bore,
And no one’s told you so before!
Read my lips, I’ll tell you now:
Your words are sick; your face is foul
I think it’s time this asshole knew:
I do not exist for you!
Condescension in your eyes:
A look your smile cannot disguise
In your mind I’m lying prone;
Let me read my book alone
Let me read my book alone, oh
Let me read my book alone
P-U-A F-U-C-K, look,
Let me read my fucking book!
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Bacchae Washington, D.C.
Bacchae, pronounced Bock·Eye, are a punk band from Washington, D.C.
Booking: Brian@WIREDtourbooking.com
Photo by: Avery Davis
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