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This album is only available through our Patreon page.  Save for one, it is a collection of unreleased songs from previous albums and alternate takes.  They are a bunch of orphans who didn't have a family, so we decided to make them one together.  

If you would like to get this album, head over to our Patreon page and pledge some support.  But for now, you can just read the lyrics if you'd like.  Thank you.

 

Trusting Someone Enough to Show Them (Obvious Version)

Need, I always feel the need

I always feel the need

To apologize to you

 

It, Am I good at it?
I'm not good at it

But I'd like to be

 

Weird, both of us felt weird

Love, we are good at love

 

Stress, I'm shaking from stress

I'm shaking from stress

Long before I start

 

Fail, I could truly fail

So profoundly fail

Any time I try

 

Shame, I still feel ashamed

Love, we are good at love

 

Time, I trust my time, I trust my time with you

 

 

 

 

Touch Driven Highs

We have so much faith, we're being abstinent quite happily until our 10^th wedding anniversary

That way we can prove to everyone and God that we won't lose any part of ourselves to pleasure

 

Touch driven highs

It's the whole reason I lie

Almost all the time

 

Bathed in static

Deconstructing your defense

Tight elastic

Stretched across a curvy land

And into my hands

 

Touch driven highs

It's the whole reason I lie

Almost all the time

 

Can I distinguish my body and mind?

 

 

 

 

1:41 AM Thoughts Regarding What One Deserves

You have found someone who loves you back on your first try

Barely an adult, you've got your sweetheart for life

But most do not receive what's promised to them in the movies

You must admit true love feels sorta guilty

 

You're afraid someday they'll see you as you really are

As if you've successfully covered every single scar

But the truth is they see through the mask and straight down to your core

Despite everything you're someone they adore

You think you don't deserve it, and you might not

But they see something in you that you forgot

You think you don't deserve it, and you might not

But you've gotta do something with what you've got

 

It's easy to be an artist when there's nothing on the line

Just fabricate some troubles, organize them so they rhyme

If you do it correctly they'll call you a genius

Honestly, that is pretty much the gist

You think you don't deserve it, and you might not

How far have you strayed from the plot?

You think you don't deserve it, but who's to say

If somebody got joy from something you made?

 

You and I could sit and speak about our suffering

I have suffered far less than most other human beings

And I was born with more possessions than you would believe

And every advantage I could need

 

I have only known a life with a stable family

And I obtained a second one the day I got married

They're just one safety net among a neverending list

That minimize anything I could risk

I think I don't deserve it, and I might not

But I'm just trying to work with what I've got

I think I don't deserve it, and I might not

But I'm doing everything I can not to get caught

 

I spend most of my time thinking only about me

Like it's a problem I could solve mathematically

But when I focus on others, all my problems kind of cease

It's a secret that being kind is quite relieving 

I think I don't deserve it, and I might not

But the theory is this is our only shot

We think we don't deserve it, and we might not

But you and I could use these things to change a lot

 

 

 

 

Theme From An Indie Game

(instrumental)

 

 

 

Fear Of Life

Right now I wish I could take the fear of death and put my hands around it's throat

And squeeze tightly until the air has left the lungs leaving the body ice cold

I would raise up and great my life with all the possibilities that I now had

Since I choked the life out of the fear

 

All of my pillows, are harder than stone

It is cold but it always comes again

Yes I'm told that it always comes again

 

I couldn't care less if 100 years from now anyone would remember me

Regardless if it was for my music or my personality

It may seem quite depressing to consider my second death

But it just keeps me from everything now

 

All of my seconds, are crawling away

It is cold, and they never come again

Yes I'm told that they'll never come again

 

Right now I wish I could take the fear of life and put my hands around it's throat

And squeeze tightly until the air has left the lungs leaving the body ice cold

I would raise up and great my death with all the possibilities that I now had

Since I choked the life out of the fear

 

I want redemption from all that I say

I want forgiveness to throw me some grace

I want compassion to kiss me on the face

It is cold, but it always comes again

Yes I'm told that it always comes again

Yes I know that it always comes again

 

 

 

 

Forgive Myself

Holding grudges against old girlfriends about things that are really my fault in the end

It's been years since I've seen them but I cannot pretend

I don't still feel like a dick by the things that I said then

I scared a child with my loud volume, a poorly timed joke that I instantly knew

Was a mistake by the look that the mother through when she said
My girl is crying because of you

 

I should learn to forgive myself

A cup of grace from the top shelf

I should learn

 

At the times of my young obsession, Fearing everyday that school was in session

Yeah the insults hit between every lesson but many had it worse

and it was easy guessing

At who was lower on the totum poll, I never reached out never got to know

All the friends I could've had I just ignored them all

Fearing that they'd drag me down into a social black hole

 

I should learn to control myself

Before I use up my mental health

I should learn

 

As a man I guess I always want sex

And when I do I don't feel I'm at my best

Like a switch they tell me as if it's not complex

And kiss anything you can when you're feeling restless

Oh dear God I wish it was that simple

An earth full of open, horny, willing people

But I feel a power when we truly connect

An indescribable thing with ineffable aspects

 

 

 

 

 

Old Familiar Tune (Old Timey Waltz Version)

Let's sing that old familiar tune

The one that makes us feel brand new

Let's sing it soft with dignity

Let's sing the one you sang for me

 

Oh no, there's a price sitting on my head, and my heart, and my home

Oh my, there must be a better reason to die, now that I, am finding it hard to stay awake

 

Let's sing that old familiar tune

The one that keeps our voices true

We'll sing through wreckage and debris

Let's sing the one you sang for me

 

So new, so alive and so imbued, with the power of Christ

Oh please, don't rely on probably, I know you need to figure your head out

 

Let's sing that old familiar tune

The one that pierces our souls through

We'll sing through darkness and the light

We'll belt it out all through the night

 

There's a light war hanging right above the stairs

Gentleness and healing, the aura's everywhere

Spirits float around us singing that same song

Hold my hand we'll sing along

 

Resist, lions and lambs can coexist, and I miss, the way the world looked then

If I leave, carry on this melody, please receive it like it was your child

 

Your child, your child

 

 

 

 

 

 

Medic

(Instrumental)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Logic

Are you depressed cause you've assessed all of your troubles?

Or are you sad because you have imbalanced chemicals?

What brought you joy is now a toy that has no batteries

And friends that said compliments are liars certainly

 

You love art but it's hard to do it every day

It's easier using bad words to describe your own body

The light outside in the daytime, the stupid happy sun

You close the shades and block the rays as well as everyone

 

Logic can't win arguments against dark feelings

I'll find some solution that ends up not helping

I'll praise you more, until I'm hoarse but it does nothing

I'll do my best to prove you're blessed that you mean everything

 

I'll take it on myself

 

How you feel is very real and hard to describe

These helping hands at first understand but stop doing so in time

In your eyes, I don't know why but they look slightly off

Perhaps it's me but I believe they're a little less soft

 

 

 

One More

I don't think of us as dating

I don't think of us as engaged

I don't think of us as husband and wife

I don't think of us with titles in my mind

Because you're a you and I'm a me

Let's come together and throw on our dancing feet

 

I just wanna spend one more song dancing with you

I just wanna spend one more song swaying with you

I just wanna spend one more song being with you

 

There's some note heard in the breeze

Coming from a slightly budding grove of trees

We face each other awkwardly

I don't mind if you'd prefer to take the lead

'cause we will still be best friends when we're 65

'cause we will still be best friends when we're 95

We will still be best friends as long as we're alive

 

I just wanna spend one more song dancing with you

I just wanna spend one more song swaying with you

I just wanna spend one more song being with you