1.I Heart Roberts'
Lyricist：Joel Birch, Troy Brady, Chris Burt, Ryan Burt, Trad Nathan,
Ahren Stringer
You'd give up the world, take on the earth
But you'll falter, I can see it in the way
Your tourniquet is bound
Weak as your will at the lowest point
You'd give up your life, just to feel the earth
Fall away beneath your feet again
Gasping for breath with a lack of will
The lowest point brought about by you
And they still stand there with their arms outstretched
And that's how it will be forever more
And on until the ocean delivers you from your chosen place
Your former contempt for yourself and life as you held it prior
You'd, give up the word to take on the earth
But you'll falter I can see it in the way
Your tourniquet is bound
Weak as your will at the lowest point
You'd give up your life, just to feel the earth
Fall away beneath you feet again
Gasping for breath with a lack of will
The lowest point brought about by you
Oh, you'd give up the world
Just to feel the earth fall away beneath your feet
But I'll wait right here for you
You'd give up the world but the world is here
Waiting for you to outstretch your arms
Waiting with bated breath, for you to realize
That you're worth more than the value you've placed on yourself
You're worth more than that value
You'd give up the world but the world is here
Waiting for you to outstretch yours arms
Waiting with bated breath, for you to realize
You're worth more than the value you've placed on yourself
You're worth more than the value you've placed on yourself
2.B.D.K.I.A.F
Why don't you hang the steps upside down, we'll walk backwards
and feel the blood drain to our heads while you're creeping away
why don't we pull the punches back？
And perhaps rebuild those severed ties; when I felt you
destroyed everything I knew I felt myself ever so slowly
becoming you.
Where has my heart gone and where has my faith gone？ And why am
I still here, hating every breath you take,
every step you take and every move you make？ And just wishing
that you'd take your fucking last breath toward expiration;
I can't make myself out in the fog, you are the swamp, you are
the sand beneath my feet pulling me down.
I have no face for your name, your roots never went any further
down; I felt them writhe in the cellars of my mind, rotted
through right where they they fell, yet here I am.
The wasted pulp of what you are. But at least if I fall I can
say we failed together, sure to be the only thing we ever shared
'cause you were never there; and I'm yet to feel like I'm even
here.
If I sink into the swamp that is misery, at least I know you'll
drown with me as well.
3.Snitches Get Stitches
I can say firmly, none of them knew the colour of the
sky？imagine if we were lost at sea; not a single lip would move,
to reveal the stars to me.
I am so lost amongst a sea of desperation that these milky
clouds fail to shine their light on the path I know I？m meant to
take.
Loose lips sink ships and where were you when the sun went down
and our bows filled with lies？ Loose lips sink ships and where
were you when the stern broke in two？
I was left with nothing to hold onto.
No one knew the colour of the sky, no one knew where, or how, or
why; cement my thoughts to my ankles and cast me overboard; the
liar; the wretch, the failed.
Cement my failures throw me overboard; I？ll stare skyward
Loose lips sink ships and where were you when the sun went down
and our bows filled with lies？ Loose lips sink ships and where
were you when the stern broke in two？
I was left with nothing to hold onto.
They could never see the true colour of the sky？wistful and
lonely, caught on my own; my sky is the only, my sky, oh so
lonely.
4.Do You Party？
Party! All night! Party!
Why the fuck should be change how we behave, because you thought
it would work better that way？
And who the fuck told you that you should speak up about how it
is we act, about who the fuck we are when we don？t cast our eyes
your own way？
And who the fuck are you anyway？ We？re no one and we still feel
right at home, we？re no one and we？re still just passing time;
to kill the time, to kill the boredom.
Who the fuck can say what we should do？ We drink ？til we drop
and we？ll drink ？til we die! We？re not here for a long time
We？re not here to help your night, we？re not here to set shit
right; we？re just here for a good time, and friends are our own
friends and our own, are our only; and tonight is the last night
And fuck you for thinking you could ever set us right
Who are you anyway to think you could change us？ Tonight is our
own night, tonight is our only, we？re lonely, we？re wasted
And who the fuck are you anyway？
We？re no one and we still feel right at home, we？re no one and
we？re still just passing time; to kill the time, to kill the
boredom.
Who the fuck can say what we should do？ We drink ？til we drop
and we？ll drink ？til we die!
We？re not here for a long time
5.Poison Pen Letters
Dying alone would be a privilege if all my friends were like you
Dying would be a privilege
Rusted rail spikes and shards of glass give me rest; poison the
earth in anticipation
So tear the pieces from the bone like you？ve torn us apart
We？ve built bridges just for burning
So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise
We？ve built bridges just for burning
Light the fires in my eyes watch my own demise; so I can rip my
eyes from their sockets, so I can rip my eyes, so I can rip my
eyes so no flowers will grow
So tear the pieces from the bone like you？ve torn us apart
We？ve built bridges just for burning
So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise
We？ve built bridges just for burning
And so you carve your, your name into my, into my heart with
rusted rail spikes
So light the fires in my eyes so I can let them watch my own
demise
So I can leave this all behind and be left with my solitude
intact
So tear the pieces from the bone like you？ve torn us apart
We？ve built bridges just for burning
So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise
We？ve built bridges just for burning
6.Fruity Lexia
It？s not for lack of percipience that I turned my back;
It？s just that I？ve become so absent from my own train of
thought
I？m only just treading water; I？m only just treading water
It？s not for lack of faith in what was shared that I had to
leave
It？s just that I？ve lost track of all the things you said
And I？m only just treading water, just holding my head above the
surface
I？m not saying there？s any one thing that？s left me floating in
the breeze
Or that the earth has pulled me in
I？m just not where I should be, I？m absent from my own train of
thought
And if the venom spills like turgid wine
From the mouth to which I belong, forgive me
I？m only just treading water; I？m only just above the surface of
what I？ve become
With sleep confined to rotten dreams and sweat drenching through
my comfort
I？m just not able to take it all in
I？m only just treading water, but it？s starting to seep in
A breath to wake me, like the shock of falling as you drift
It？s all that keeps me here; I？m only just treading water
But it？s starting to seep in
7.So You Melted
(Instrumental)
8.Jesse Intense X2
I had to let go of those cold nights long ago, and now it？s time
for you to follow suit.
Take your night sky tears and burning eyes, stinging from
pursuit;
take your regret and sallow timber and throw it to the ocean,
where misery can seek it out; you know, misery loves a lonely
stranger.
And you？ve been waiting with open arms for so long (so long).
Take your breath and roll it out it？s high time for your chest
to resonate something more tangible. The angles, the angles are
cutting in, they？re destroying the cohesion - cutting ties and
killing friends.
So long; so long that now it seems to be a farce. But it？s
painted on your face like the spread of an open book; time to
throw it to the fire. Settle down beneath the ocean stare
upwards raise your arms and say goodnight, tomorrow the sun
dawns on settled scores and homeward bound you？ll find your
solace, solidarity and peace.
9.The Blair Snitch Project
The walls white, skies white, nights white, lights white, and
fuck you for being so fucking white tonight
My eyes roll back white, white everywhere, lips white, words
white, lies white cold as the white ice, and fuck you for being
so fucking white tonight
We were always hot as the white light, and cold as the thin
white ice; but tonight, tonight I？ve passed the point of no
return
I won？t be turning ？round again, I was so blinded by your eyes,
so blinded by those hot white lights, and dust is now what
you？ve become
No longer such a fucking bright white light; and I can see
further than I ever saw, and now your white eyes, you white
lights and rolled back white fucking eyes, they won？t be falling
on me again tonight
10.Love Is A Battlefield
(intro)
(we are young, we are young)
we are young
(heartache to heartache)
heartache to heartache ,we stand
no promises,
no demands,
(love is a battlefield)
love is a battlefield
woah, woah, woah x 3
we are strong (we are strong)
no one can tell us we're wrong
(we're wrong)
searching our hearts for so long
both of our hearts knowing
love is a battlefield
you're making me go
you're making me sigh
why do you hurt me so bad
it would help me know
do i stand in your way
or am i the best thing you had
believe me, believe me
i can't tell you i
but im struck by your love
but i'm chained to your side
(chorus)
we are young
heartache to heartache
we stand
no promises, no demands (demands)
love is a battlefield
(woahhhh woah woah)
we are strong
no one can tell us we're wrong
(we're wrong)
searching our hearts for so long
both of us knowing
love is a battlefield
we are losing control
you turn me away
oh touch me deep inside
before this gets old
we still feel the same
theres no way this will die
if we can push closer
we lose our control
if your heart surrenders
you leave me to hold
(chorus x2)
11.Stairway To Hell
For so many years I held my breath for you, held under what
became the ocean; struggling to find footing on what became the
ocean floor？and now, as I reflect on what became my foundation？
Who am I to say the grass was ever greener where my own feet
struck on the earth？
And that the fields they seemed much neater on my side of the
fence; and who am I to question why you took the path you took？
And who the fuck am I to open this closed book？
But the pages just keep turning and my pen just won？t dry, but
my eyes they won？t stop burning and yet you still have no reply
I guess that in a way it had to be like this？and I guess in a
way I？m glad it turned out like it did. Because I couldn？t stand
your sight if I ran into you tonight; and if you died I just
don？t think I？d have too much to say tonight？
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