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Volunteers
03:23
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I need to find some traction.
My tires keep spinning round and round.
I climb that mountain
just to slip and fall back down.
Fight for the mic. Then fail to make a sound.
Build it all up with my left hand while my right one tears it down.
A new door opened.
It said "boy I'm closing soon.. you better step in."
But I passed that to go back down the hall again
to retry some old door that always led me to dead ends.
Yeah what i'm saying is...
We better take this easy.
I've been buried for so long some air might drown me.
Do you think it's possible to forget how to breathe?
And in case this medicine they send won't heal me,
we should probably decide now who's gonna kill me.
And when they showed up
to warn us of the storm, well guess where I was..
My body was there but my mind was far off,
and people wonder why I seem to have such rotten luck.
But you know what I've been thinking of?
I've been wondering if our bodies can get mad at us.
Cause if they can, then I'm sure mine is furious.
And if I'm betrayed by myself, tell me who else can I trust?
Yeah that's why it's a must...
For us to take this easy.
I've been buried for so long some air might drown me.
Do you think it's possible to forget how to breathe?
And in case this medicine they send won't heal me,
we should probable decide now who's gonna kill me.
Yeah which one of us all is down to kill me?
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2. |
Hold My Gun
03:07
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I don't dot your T's.. so please explain to me why
you've always got me crossing my eyes
when I'm trying to stay inside the narrow bit of path I've got left
cause God forbid I slip a toe across the line.
You're right on time to go back out the door.
I guess you've gotta live your life.
You're never round here no more.
You're always on the road.
The only place you stay is my mind.
And I've been trying to find a little bit of truth
in the overuse of your obtuse lies.
I don't know what to do. Can't please you,
and I'm confused how the blame is always mine.
Cause I heard your view, and it's hard to get through
getting written down as being a mess around guy.
I don't cast lines at sharks swimming by.
I stay occupied writing these rhymes.
Here's why:
You're the last one. After this I'm done.
I aint trying to find another race to run.
I've had my fun. Now the times come
for me to find out if you're gonna hold my gun.
You're the last one. After this I'm done.
I aint trying to find another race to run.
I've had m fun. Now the times come
for me to find out if you're gonna hold my gun.
Are you gonna hold my gun?
You know I pegged you as the sly type with some tricks up your sleeve,
but never thought you'd use them on me.
Never thought you'd end up turning things around and making me believe
I treated you as less than a queen.
Like I wasn't on my knees
treated like a servant grabbing things left and right like I worked for royalty.
I'm not saying that I'm perfect or that you don't deserve it.
I just don't understand how you can question loyalty. Don't you see?
That you you're the last one. After this I'm done.
I aint trying to find another race to run.
I've had my fun. Now the times come
for me to find out if you're gonna hold my gun.
You're the last one. After this I'm done.
I aint trying to find another race to run.
I've had m fun. Now the times come
for me to find out if you're gonna hold my gun.
Are you gonna hold my gun?
Are you gonna hold my gun?
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3. |
Silt
04:04
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Forgot to make an effort to capture the moment as it flew by.
And now I can't remember the details of the very last time.
But I'm sure that as I left I said goodbye.
And I'm sure that in the moment I knew why.
Yeah I must've had my reasons for leaving it behind,
but I can't help wanting to go back no matter how I try.
Now I can hear it beckon each time I leave my home.
And I'm not sure, but I reckon I might be heading down a similar road.
Cause these tombstones look familiar.
And these old crows know my name.
And with very little effort I discover a clever hiding place
Where inside's gently used blessings and a jar of worn out lies.
And a box of secrets swelling and an obvious disguise.
And a crumbling escape tunnel that'd been used too many times.
Then a solemn tune that still echoed around the room
is how I knew this home had once been mine.
So i burnt it down to nothing to prevent this same mistake,
but its dark energy is running through my spirit, through my veins.
And it must be something heavy to wash most my soul away.
And the sparse silt left is filthy and choking out my brain.
Now I notice voices whispering, but I can't hear what they say.
And I see some auras shimmering, but I can't make out their shapes.
Now the ground beneath me is splitting, shifting further and further away.
Yeah the chasm is growing quickly, about to get me
but which side should I take?
Which side should I take?
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4. |
Rock Bottom
02:58
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We've listened long enough. Let's take the blindfolds off.
We're gonna grow up if it takes us all damn night.
Go where we mustn't go. Learn things we shouldn't know.
Come close to death just to verify our lives.
Rip up the cash we can't afford to spend.
And then burn down the block so we can't go home again.
Hit rewind then push record.
Delete the past so we have to look forward.
Whatcha gonna lose next if you don't have a thing left?
You've gotta tear it all down to find where it starts at.
You'll hear yourself when everyone is gone
and make the most of where you're at when there's nowhere left to run.
Now when you're told you can't or can
it's often based on filling someone else's plans.
So from the time we're little kids
we're told "Don't ask why.. That's just the way it is."
Now all those questions you're afraid to ask,
they have you trapped inside gold mines without a pickaxe.
Realize they lie because the truth is
if you're not scared of them then they'll be scared of you.
Cause whatcha gonna lose next if you don't have a thing left?
You've gotta tear it all down to find where it starts at.
You'll hear yourself when everyone is gone
and make the most of where you're at when there's nowhere left to run.
And there's nowhere left to run.
And there's nowhere left to run.
And there's nowhere left to run.
And there's nowhere left to run.
Whatcha gonna lose next if you don't have a thing left?
You've gotta tear it all down to find where it starts at.
You'll hear yourself when everyone is gone
and make the most of where you're at when there's nowhere left to run.
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So you let me play my songs.
Sat through all my stories even when they were too long.
Well I guess that makes you nice,
but I wouldn't call that sacrifice.
So if you truly tried your best, I guess you're just like all the rest.
And I'm not saying that that's bad.
It's just really disappointing and kind of sad.
But like you said the other day,
I guess we never really felt the same.
I wish you'd made that clear right from the start,
been brave enough to save my heart. You know...
Though I swore I wouldn't fall, I gave in after all. Caved in after all.
Won't ask you to keep me. I know that's a task.
That's too much to ask. Far too much to ask.
But please don't blame me for still feeling so.
It's just hard to let you go. So harder than you know.
So harder than you know.
You know, I would've done anything for you
if you had only told me what to do.
But I guess I failed to read your mind,
and ended up left behind.
But maybe that's ok. It probably wouldn't've worked out anyway.
Don't you know it's better to debate and fight
than just pretend like it's all alright?
Well despite all that, you know I'll stay
when all of your fake friends bail some day.
Now if you'd stop and wonder why then maybe you'd realize that
Though I swore I wouldn't fall, I gave in after all. Caved in after all.
Won't ask you to keep me. I know that's a task.
That's too much to ask. Far too much to ask.
But please don't blame me for still feeling so.
It's just hard to let you go. So harder than you know.
So harder than you know.
Please don't blame me for still feeling so.
It's just hard to let you go.
So harder than you know.
So harder than you know.
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I crossed the days off with my thickest marker
so they all knew that I meant business.
And when I made it to the square circled in black
I knew there'd be no turning back.
So i wrote a note, stuck it in-between these guitar strings.
It asked for you to do one thing.
To pack up all my thoughts in an empty shoe box
and hide them in the space under the sink.
Then before I walked out the door..it was the moment I'd been waiting for..
I finally took my pen
Wrote "The End"
Wrote "The End"
Wrote "The End"
Wrote "The End"
And now they're gonna chase airplanes. Trace train tracks.
But there'll be no point in them doing that.
Cause I'll be on a highway they'll never find.
I'll be making friends with billboard signs.
They'll say "That boy who ran away finally lost his mind."
That's right, I'm giving up and I've never felt more fine.
Now I don't leave one hint, breadcrumb or footprint
letting them all know where I went.
I've thrown away my only map and now I flip a coin to choose my path.
And you know? I can't help but laugh.
When I think back to before and all the things I used to stress over
that just don't bother me
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
I wanted to learn everyone by name.
Why we're different but all the same.
How we wound up here. Who's to blame.
But ever since the day I left I really couldn't care less.
I'm turning my back and I'm not ashamed to say
"Count me out cause I've had it with this game".
You can't stop me, you don't know how.
I think it'd be best if you'd just start forgetting about me now.
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Ghost Gears Akron, Ohio
Album coming Fall 2016
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