DENA MORA LYRICS
YOUTH, TOO LATE
Lying in the lobby face down upon on the floor. In this weathered hotel, we can't confuse those that trade truth of the sheep, for the warmth of the wool. We are buried here. I'll damn near disappear. I can't escape the written routine of acquaintances bent on following me.
This is everything you ever wanted to know about a clear head. About a clear head. This is everything you ever wanted to know about distance, and why it fits.
Tried and tired, I've all but given in to this sober notion of repetitive motion. Based on violence and internal hate. Be sure to tip your whore and close the door along the way.
Remember when you said, "Time is all we fear?" Well, you were wrong man. You were wrong. Remember when you said, "Time is all we fear?" Well, you were wrong man. You were wrong. Remember when you said, "Time is all we fear?"
A brother can't behave. Another frozen grave. Left, right, duck, fade. This other confidant is Judas of today. Please tell my friends I can't stay awake.
Go on and side with the man. Spread out your love amongst promiscuous land. Oh debauchee. Raker of ribbon. Be probable. Are you smitten? Are you fake? Write debt upon your face, just to say you called this name. We are the friends that always end. Another game. Another day.
This is everything you ever wanted to know about a clear head. About a clear head. This is everything you ever wanted to know about distance, and why it fits.
FLOOR OF TRADITION
There goes a piece of my soul, traded to keep our family whole. If it isn't the touch, it's the meds. Dodge the deep seeded greed that can lock us siblings in the mission, chained to the floor of tradition. Run apart by the cancer instead of clashing together again. Maybe you're just like me.
Beyond breathing old together, the goal is to learn. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will bleed. As I rip down the beams, and beg to be dead, your lids are folded. Your mouth distracts from the scene.
Only saints have stories. Here's one for free: A boy becomes a man, because that is what he is expected to be. I've a modern bone to pick with careless creators. Make sure the damage is thick and deep in their heads. When you mate with the world, it ruins the chance for the next age to believe in a stable romance.
There goes a piece of my soul, traded to keep our family whole.
Beyond breathing old together, the goal is to learn. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will bleed. As I rip down the beams, and beg to be dead, your lids are folded. Your mouth distracts from the scene.
EL SHAKES
Oh, how I love what the tiger does to May. If only just me, not he, or even she. Bottled conviction has given this a face. Be right. For all that we have driven.
Watch the phone ring. Leave or take my love, but please don't wake me up.
Can you blame me for the boozy dreams that stole your brain? On the road, pills only make us feel insane. Seeking comfort through a life of prescribed shame, I'll burn the borders on this tour babe.
Grazing the grave, for that's what's ordered. Please grant an answer. Out of state. Out of town
Drowning in the tunnel, living with no aim. I'd rather fuck myself, than dine with no shame. We can not eat. We can not board with liars. All loyalty aside, it's never right, to heave cold history. Fidelity won't be missed. Execute this exodus.
Young seconds are gone, spent staring past the sun.
Can you blame me for the boozy dreams that stole your brain? On the road, pills only make us feel insane. Seeking comfort through a life of prescribed shame, I'll burn the borders on this tour babe.
Grazing the grave, for that's what's ordered. Please grant an answer. Out of state. Out of town.
WHY WE LEAVE
From leaving home, to hitting the avenue. From the grind we have to get through. From the chump paying bills by his time clock. Buy his time.
Born-again fans invest in pretend bands. Cut off supply. Create demand. There's no more room for us working men. Take my advice, prepare to pay. Listen to the laughter, they're jeering at your clique. Use your head. Hahaha. Hahaha! Affiliation makes us sick.
Reside inside on your cellphone. Username has replaced the show. That's why we write about what we know. Oh influence...
Born-again fans invest in pretend bands. Cut off supply. Create demand. There's no more room for us working men. Take my advice, prepare to pay.
Our bodies taste better than our limbs. Feast on them. Build up an identical set of skin. Buy it all by the mouse click. Force yourself in. Learn to dive in. Wipe off that chin, even though it may come quick.
Listen to the laughter, they're jeering at your clique. Use your head. Hahaha. Hahaha! We're clapping from the van.
FILTHY DOVES
Dear exotic engineer, don't be the judge while I'm soaking up sanity. It's not enough. Here in this community, lay off the love while I'm healing.
This room was once mine. There may be ruins, but we can play. You are the antichrist of all that's right, with grace of a beggar's cane. Level out nineteen lashes of dexterity. Budding just enough, to flourish for a week. Now, count on a failed recovery if peace is what you seek.
Call out your proper sounding sign, fleeting window doll with too much fluid for the pine. We'll have to split to get it in, but only just for now. Call out your proper sounding sign.
Shaking through the frame, to straighten up our night. Fulfill my appetite, while valuing my courtesy. We're here for creative resolution. Crave that fusion. It always thins my spine out.
Unzip my leather, Mr. Wanderlust. Smother me with bleach, I swear that I won't fuss. Beat me down like torrential rain. Quench my thirst for the belt and the vein. Sew shut that pocket. Let it flow in fifths. Please ignore the bruises, they paid for all of this.
Call out your proper sounding sign, fleeting window doll with too much fluid for the pine. We'll have to split to get it in, but only just for now. Call out your proper sounding sign.
MELLOW CHRIST
Hey, how you doing? Were you raised to fear hell? Pick up your shoes and dance, dance, dance on the pew. Waste no more life sitting for another hour or two.
On a forgotten day buried away, I let the hope escape me I lifted the book, my body shook, and all the words outweighed me. It's a shame that our upbringing leaves us singing for awhile, before bailing.
I have boarded up the doors to a black hole chapel. Sutured shut my stomach wounds, from written shrapnel. I felt out the vibe, but the joke was on me. Thank you for the void, absentee trinity.
Apart from high or ignorant, lies the option of an atheist. Cultic fashion isn't shit, even when I struggle to commit.
It's a shame that our upbringing leaves us singing for awhile, before bailing. (Lone wolf)
Sweating blood. Are you nervous enough?
I have boarded up the doors to a black hole chapel. Sutured shut my stomach wounds, from written shrapnel. I felt out the vibe, but the joke was on me. Thank you for the void, absentee trinity.
Raised to be afraid of dated doctrine. Instead, equip your children when they read fiction.
I let the hope escape me. All of the words outweighed me. (Lone wolf) I let the hope escape me. All of the words outweighed me. (Alone)
MID-BRAIN REWARD SYSTEM
The lunar marquee is moving, but will it change the fate of a woman? Now the headline talks of sex, and rage, and pain. I'll clap with the gun in my hand. I'll laugh while I dress as a dead man. No one but the deaf to blame, while they write to you, queen of records. Tape me, lay me, kill me, then bill me.
Leave me petty daughter, born dishonored. Leave me petty daughter. Thank your father.
C-L-D, That inner Sheba, asleep. Worship while burning for all to see. Bricks will be thrown until this scheme has been abruptly exposed. The man without regret tells us to forget, but I know. I don't believe you. Make your decision, please.
Leave me petty daughter, born dishonored. Leave me petty daughter. Thank your father.
DENA MORA
Dena Mora. Our pace is grueling on the trail, where we learned how to deal. Dena Mora. There in Montana, our new brothers brought our bail. Dena Mora. Stuck in the Silver Dollar Inn. Rest and repose. Behold, slaves without drivers. Did the womb shape us despite her desire for a civil son? Well, our friends have to know that the road is where we'll go. You taught me to see what I need. I raised me, to avoid a clear being. Well, my family has to know that the road is where I'll go.
Tune to the channel that we wrote collective in gold. Just like our overcharged credit cards. Carefully plan to ingest and demand what we do, In the end, we race for all of you.
Perfectly placed pride. Another homicide, times five. We'll replace the gods of DIY. Can you smell the pour of highway grief? Leaving all zeal next to faith and belief. Repeatedly rewind. Review our very lives on the mountainside. We'll replace the gods of DIY! Is this simply a choice of left or wrong? We have no dig, this is where we belong.
Tune to the channel that we wrote collective in gold. Just like our overcharged credit cards. Carefully plan to ingest and demand what we do, In the end, we race for all of you.
NOMAD MOTTO Occur by the nomad motto. Hit the throttle. These wolves are here to rip right through another coastal battle. Impressed with poor role models, blah, ah, oh, oh. Our lives are smeared across the bar full of hazy babble.
This class has prose, for the sake of being down. The holes in our clothes are letting out light.
Dysfunction is payback, for our social practice. We are five offenders of the written standard with nothing left to lose, except allegiance to each other.
This class has prose, for the sake of being down. The holes in our clothes are letting out light.
Hey, hey you're sick, subscribe to my membership. I prayed to the bank and found remains of the new. We have no space for abrasive talk, with a punk attitude. Hey, hey you're sick, just not enough to be worth shit. Get back on the ground. I want to see you hustle. Now there's nothing left to do, but toast to the kings that forgot about you.
We are five offenders of the written standard with nothing left to lose, except allegiance to each other.
DECATHECT
Why would you diagnose my sickness, if you can't control yourself? Floating on a muse between obsession, and a need for living hell. Little switch, start to flip. You can pin it all on this. I considered piety, until you threw your mood on me. Everyone knows that they can't pull off wearing your clothes. It's become quite easy to choke your ghost.
You're playing with your box. My gaze is enslaved, focused on the rocks between free space. From the pier to the boardwalk, painting sin across the beach. Why did we have to meet? Now it's gone and I need you, but my passion fell to hate. Intrude back with your body, keep me fooled just to be. Now it's gone and I need you, but my passion fell to hate. Intrude back with your body, keep me breathing just to scream.
You had me fawning for a year or so. Police are telling me to let you go. Guilt is seeping out across the floor. Fury fueled by brute force. You left me fighting here, caught in fear. You left me fighting here, all alone.
Be careful of your thoughts, while you dabble in the dark. She might have ruined your heart, but she doesn't have a ring. Adapt to this mistake. This is where the cycle stops. Why did we have to meet?
Intrude back with your body, keep me fooled just to be. Intrude back with your body, keep me breathing just to scream.
You had me fawning for a year or so. Police are telling me to let you go. Guilt is seeping out across the floor. Fury fueled by brute force. You left me fighting here, caught in fear. You left me fighting here, all alone.
Why would you diagnose my sickness, if you can't control yourself? Floating on a muse between obsession, and a need for living hell.
