1. |
Hit the Ground
01:56
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And you said it all
With your blank stare
Filled with disappointment
I couldn't cope
For just one second
And ended on the pavement
So don't look at me now
I hit the ground
I said don't look at me now
I hit the ground
I'll count to ten
Pinch myself again
And just hope this ain't real
I don't understand
I'm in a hole again
And lost all will
So don't look at me now
I hit the ground
I said don't look at me now
I hit the ground
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2. |
My Demise
01:33
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I just can't, no I can't
I just can't get you out of my mind
Those blue eyes
Have me hypnotized
I have found my true vice
Your're my demise
But bloody nice
You're so sweet, now I can't sleep
I just can't get you out of my mind
And those lips
I just can't resist
I admit you're my true vice
My demise
Got me thinking twice
I just can't, no I can't
I just can't get you out of my mind
Those blue eyes
Have me hypnotized
I have found my true vice
Your're my demise
But I'm still gonna roll the dice.
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3. |
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This is the beginning of the end
The beginning of the end my friend
The beginning of the end
The beginning of the end
You're trying hard but can't succeed
In this place full of greed
Where no one has your back and
Anything could be a fucking trap
And right now
You're against the wall
Time's out
You were dealt a blow
Money's scarce you're running out of options
I know you're scared and can't take action
There's no gain, no satisfaction
You're in disarray and got no traction
Right now
I'm against the wall
Time's out
I was dealt a blow
Right now
You're against the wall
Time's out
I was dealt a blow
This is the beginning of the end
The beginning of the end my friend
The beginning of the end
The beginning of the end.
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4. |
Six Feet Deep
02:14
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I see the sky it's burning
Right in front of me
Oh I feel the flames
They shine so bright
I've never felt this way
I sense the decay from miles away
I'm enslaved, I'm a prisoner
These four walls are my new home
I locked the door
And threw away the key
I just thought it would help
Help me sleep
But now I'm six feet deep
I'm trying so hard to find a way out
But my self-doubt is weighing me down
It plunders and rips my soul
I sometimes wonder
Can I make it out of this alive?
I'm enslaved, I'm a prisoner
These four walls are my new home
I locked the door
And threw away the key
I just thought it would help
Help me sleep
But now I'm six feet deep
I'm trying so hard to find a way out
But my self-doubt is weighing me down
It plunders and rips my soul
And makes me ponder
Will I make it through the night?
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5. |
It's All on You
01:18
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Don't blame me for your decisions
You're no puppet, I'm no puppeteer
You double down on your prescriptions
And you drink till you can't see clear
So don't come and blame me now
Cause I've had it up to here
Point that finger elsewhere
And go find someone who cares
It's all on you and it's time for you
To deal with your own shit
Have you no shame
Not all is a game
Just stop trying
To stain my name
Don't blame me for your decisions
You're no puppet I'm no puppeteer
You double down on your prescriptions
And you drink till you can't see clear
So don't come and blame me now
Cause I've had it up to here
Point that finger elsewhere
Or I will break it off i swear.
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6. |
Strike Two
00:35
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All is said and done
And another lesson learned
But I don't think that I can take it
I can't shake it, I won't fake it
Trying to spot what's real
Your stare is one that kills
I'm in fucking pain
And it's my fault
Cause I committed the greatest sin of them all
I put you ahead of me
And now you're gone
And I just hate myself
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7. |
Life's a Hoax
02:02
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One day you will run out of excuses
And corners to hide so enjoy the ride
I've been storming through the ashes
For quite some time it's been my daily grind
And just when you think it can't get worst
That's when you realize you're fucking cursed
And just when all is about to burst
That's when you say hey, life's a hoax
In a body bag, you will lay one day
All bloodied up you were led astray
But keep indulging the perks of living large
With no regrets cause once they're gone it hits hard
And just when you think it can't get worst
That's when you realize you're fucking cursed
And just when all is about to burst
That's when you say hey, life's a hoax.
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8. |
Warning Signs
01:49
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The warning signs were there
But I didn't care to listen
So this is my cross to bear
No worries I won't dare to share
And I still wonder some nights
What would have been?
What could have changed?
Where will I be now?
Will I be up or down?
I'm out of strikes
And it won't be
Easy to let go
This was a new low
I'm just trying to understand
I'm dying to comprehend
I'll kill to make amends
I'm sorry I really am
The warning signs were there
But I didn't care to listen
So this is my cross to bear
No worries I won't dare to share
And I still wonder some nights
What would have been?
What could have changed?
Where will I be now?
Will I be up or down?
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9. |
Into the Wild
02:10
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I'm taking this moment with me
I just wish I could take that smile too
Cause I know that is what I'll miss the most
On my darkest days that's what brightened them up
And you, you have your own journey
Your own demons to fight
So go on write your story
Even though sometimes it might get blurry
I'll cherish it forever
I will hold it oh so close to my heart
And I wont let go, oh no never
On my weakest nights
That's what will carry me through
And you, you have your own journey
Your own demons to fight
So go on write your story
Even though sometimes it might get bloody.
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