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Hey (pt. 1)
03:19
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The curse, it came
It took our thumbs and
cleaned up all the bloodstains
From the wars that we've forgotten
Now we're cheap seat creatures
Watching the game, clapping our hands
Yeah we participate!
Simulation! Masterless slaves!
Digging our own graves
And there's no one left to save anyways
The curse, it changed
The messages running through our DNA
So proud of our mutation
It grew our eyes and shrunk our brains
Stole our hearts and knotted up our veins
In exchange for some useless organ's
perpetual hunger pains
And there's no one left to save anyways
We knew when we were beat
Staggered down unfamiliar streets
Drank everything within our reach
Got drunk and fell asleep
She said "You just keep on running."
I said "Baby, no one's coming."
No one cares / the curse has won
Dreamt up wine / kept our veins swollen
Drink our dreams / something to choke on
Cut our lips / the bottles broken
Arcadia's nothing but fire and smoke
The Curse took our veins, laid them open
I gave my love to the curse's children
Carried their water with conviction
They're so busy barely living
I begged them to drink they wouldn't listen
We fell into dreams and visions
We found something no one's missing
We fell into dreams and visions
We woke up but no listened
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Hey (pt. 2)
03:42
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Defective soldier, forgotten shore
Lost the message, can't lose the war
Count a blessing, count friends in early graves
It's numbered days and finding ways
Divide what got lost by what got saved
This is Weird War, we struggle strange
Thought I was a soldier, now I feel like terrain
Trade shots trade pills for the pain
The phantom limbs reaching for better days
That never stay
Do our best with the ones that remain
If I could see the future, a year to the day
Would have told you I loved you
Instead I just called to say
"Hey"
It's dog eat dog, it's how we survive
It's hard to love the same people we cannibalize
My teeth are tired, my belly's tight
And I'd love to find something to get this
bitter taste out of my mouth tonight
But this is Weird War, you're not to blame
You just think of your heart
in terms of real estate
A fixer upper, a variable rate
Your crumbling castle, your failed estate
I gave the order
"Lay siege to the gates!"
You gave the order
"Do not resuscitate!"
I failed the mission, a year to the day
Should have told you I loved you
Instead I just allied to say
"Hey"
Try your call again
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Crisco Thunder Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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