1.You Should Be Ashamed Of Myself
Lyricist：James Isaiah Munoz, Ross Joseph Ott, Michael Aaron Pedicone,
Darren Tang Simoes, Jeremy Ray Talley
Welcome to the end of the night
Where everyone reeks of stale smoke, dirty jokes
Stop me if you've heard this one
The ransom's over, where's my cut, cut, cut, cut？
Skewered on an open flame
I bought you off the spit, pose for me
Paws and knees trace around the switchblade gash
We're all born fresh but now we rot, rot, rot, rot
I'm the bastard kid of a dead beat town
You're just what I need to bring me down
I've got enough strength for one more round
Is that good for you？ Well, it's good for me, baby
I'm the lucky son of a bitch you need
To keep alive your losing streak
I've got one more trick up my sleeve
Does that work for you？ Well, it works for me, baby
When you can't tear your eyes away
'Coz she's got such a pretty face
And a filthy fucking mind
And I will wait outside the gates
But I won't leave till you show me what's on the inside
Well, I can't shake this lack of sleep
It feasts on me till you show me what's on the inside
I'm the bastard kid of a dead beat town
You're just what I need to bring me down
I've got enough strength for one more round
Is that good for you？ Well, it's good for me, baby
And our mothers sleep with lottery dreams
Our fathers built the pyramid schemes
Nothing is ever what it seems
But it works for you 'coz it works for me
You just had yourself a taste
Of how sweet the life could be
If you could just leave yours behind
2.Starving Artiste
Lyricist：James Isaiah Munoz, Ross Joseph Ott, Michael Aaron Pedicone,
Darren Tang Simoes, Jeremy Ray Talley
I made a pact not to sleep through the end
All of the dreamers are stuck in their beds
Fight off the attraction to always play dead
I'm tortured by white noise in half hour sets
Ears ringing, your mouth ran for miles
But hasn't gone anywhere, you're lost
I heard the word on the street
And it means nothing to me
So how do you like me now？
Where's your passion？
The renaissance man is a thing of the past
To you it's fashion
Dress up, don't address
What keeps us from resting
The jackals circle for the feast
I try to fight it off but it's consuming me
The rapture has only begun
While you sleep, they watch you breathing
And you can bet it gets worse
When the moon crashes into the sun
While you dream, both ends are burning
Pray for one more chance
They will steal the air from your lungs
In the back of the hearse
Overturned as your insides prolapse
Wake before, before it's too fucking late
When everyone has a skeleton key
When everyone rots in captivity
When everyone is sleeping off the heat
You shut the blinds
As they cauterize what lives inside
You shut the blinds
As they cauterize what lives inside
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