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You came as Judas to ruin our supper
You are the father who beats down the pauper
At least when we die there's no saints, no sinners
But here in this life you'll pay for your crimes
If you don't rot in that cell, I'll kill you myself
(Chorus)
Branded as Iscariot, Low as that cross you bear
Hell as your name on it, If you're looking for a home somewhere
Hades needs new friends, Like you need new skin
Rotten from the sins you wear, Your judgement day is near
You are Prometheus come to steal our flame
If Epimetheus had foresight that day
[DING]
Fear not the reaper, for I'll keep you alive
They'll tear our your liver, You'll look me in my eyes
And weep for forgiveness, As I stitch you up again
As I stitch you up again
(Chorus)
Now evil contends with the good, or so Hesiod claims
Mankind suffers without hope, Pandora brought sorrow and pain
But you will bear the worst as you live out your final days
Once you're battered and broken I will leave you to rot in chains
I will watch you suffer ending, bound to a pillar of filth,
Your immortal coil, the scum of the earth
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My friends let me drink from the water hose
My friends let me sleep in their front yard
My friends feed me scraps from their trash can
My friends let me sleep under their cars
My friends tell me that I'm a great guy
My friends let me think they would never lie
My friends tell me such wonderful things
My friends all really want me to die
(Chorus)
I sneak into the house despite that everyone's asleep at night
I crawl into their big trash, I thought they wouldn't mind
And then my friends wake up & chase me with their brooms and knives
It's so much fun just hanging out, avoiding my demise
They'll sometimes let me sleep under their couch
But only when their parents aren't around
I go and check the trash around the house
To maybe find some clothes for me to wear
Another moonlit evening fills the sky
My friends come home and find me in the grass
I say hello but I think they're all high
I heard one say they'll kick my fucking ass
(Chorus)
My friends all really want me to die (x8)
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Teach me how to walk, tell me where I stand
Teach me how talk, tell me who I am
Show me how to break, how to be a man
Changing for the worst, Losing all my friends
(Chorus)
I don't know who I am, Make me whole again
I don't know who I am, Show me where I stand
Break me down again
Show me how to hurt, teach me how breathe
Show me how to scream about the darkness that we breed
Show me how you ran from all the problems that you made
Leaving us again after abuses that we take
(Chorus)
Break bread and claim you keep the peace
Speak first at the table where we eat
You fed us fuel just to stoke your fire
An eldest played the part of martyr
Won't look up to you while we still bleed
Cause our tables fucking broken,
You brought us to our knees
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To whom it may concern, I'd rather watch you burn
Your lessons never learned and my praise is undeserved
Shadow of death leads shepherd to the herd
I am Garbage Messiah, my blessings were spurned
To deaf ears you apologize, I am hate personified
A monster you may recognize, the darkest of your lullabies
Reap the sorrow in your eyes, sown from your own field of lies
Death and taxes, now pay for your crimes
Rejoice! Saint Anthony has arrived!
(Chorus)
You're carbon copies, cheap and replaceable
Fear my wrath, uncontainable
Your appetite is insatiable, A failure in the end
You're just entertainment, Hold on to your faith
So I can let down you down
For the path I walk is not on hollowed ground
It's solitude I crave while I spend all my days
Surrounded by the people that I really fucking hate
Every time they speak its the same damn thing
Saint Anthony please help us find our way!
But they bite the hand held out in faith
The same mistakes they've always made
Remaining the same while they still pray for change
Selfish rats that run their race
I'll put you in your place
(Chorus)
Praise Saint Anthony, Garbage Messiah
Leading the lost, lepers, and liars
To the land fill where they cast their desires
Unto the flame of holy dumpster fire
Until the day Messiah grew tired
The masses he lead now provoke his ire
Praise Saint Anthony, Garbage Messiah (x3)
The blind lead the lamb into the fire
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Decisions wrack like hunger pains, Choices I should've never made
I should go it's getting late, Far too late to say the things
I wish to say to you, I loved you too
Please try to drown my memories, They run as deep as I can see
But if the rope is tight today, Just like a stone I'll sink away
My home is at the bottom of a lake
And if I see you again, Will you consider me a friend
And if I meet an untimely end, Will you be there to bring me in
Or is there nothing left of you, No chance we'll ever follow through
On the hopes and dreams we made those days
I tried my best to ease your pain
But they took you away
I could not stem the bleeding or the way your heart was beating
Used to say that life is fleeting and that night I figured out
What you had meant, Your days were spent
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We've all got our own affiliations
Without 'em we'd be living for nothing
Existing to serve someone or something
And belonging's just another construction
But it's holding us together just like a rope
And i'm on the end of it
Nooooo
Photos on the dashboard, Drunk and bored
On the floor, cause that's just how it goes
But i'm tired of this life and i'm trying to get right
Instead of spending every night on the bathroom floor
(Chorus)
Without you, I'd be long gone
Death's old bones are taking too long
I'm bled dry of oxytocin
So fuck my life and fuck this song
If I could only be as loving and care for myself
Try to fix my problems instead of just avoiding all the
Eating, Sleeping, and Thinking about all the
Drinking, Smoking, and Sinking that I do
(Chorus)
But i'm not gonna die till I say my goodbyes
Cause it's senseless to leave when I can stand on two feet
And you'll already know when it's my time to go
Cause before I get gone, I'll clean the mess from my home
It'll be tongue in cheek
The trash has been there for weeks
(Chorusx2)
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I had my last cigarette this week
Or at least the last before this one I think,
And that'll be the last before the next one
But after that I'm done, I swear I'm done
Where are you, Where are you
I can't fucking breathe
Where are you, Where are you
My lungs will collapse
What am I? Where am I?
I begin to wheeze, I begin to scream
(Chorus)
Sinking like a stone, I can't even swim
Fit me with new shoes and set them with cement
Hanging like a rope, three sheets to wind
Force me over the edge and break me like a limb
I've got a gun, Six fuckin shots
They've all got a name, and every one is mine
If I could just bum one more, it's been a real rough week
But I've said that twice before and I'll probably say it twice more
Cause this life is such a bore
If your depression ain't home grown, then it buy it from the store
Man I can't even think straight!
Did I leave the stone on?
I forgot to lock the door!
Did I set my alarms?
Let me check twice more!
My head is fucking ringing! Bullet hole Billy can't take no more!
(Chorus)
My DIY diagnosis, Child of divorce neurosis
A fucked up head space, Furnished with feng shui
Decorate so carefully, Nitpick the skin till it bleeds
Intentional phrasing, Reliatibility
Is it aesthetic, the way I flaunt instability?
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released October 31, 2019
