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Wasted Air
06:17
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You ask me how I am you know I’ll lie you know I’ll say I’m good enough
And our minds are just too cramped to comprehend so we just say all the small stuff
Cause if things were complicated then why would I bring it up
And if you think it’s a race then I’ll just take runner up
Cause were just wasting air
Trying to care for sensitivity
Well I don’t want to breathe
So don’t waste your air on me
Delusion yes i am oh I'll elapse so i don’t think anymore
And ill ignore the fact that I’m alone cause i can’t walk through your door
Arrival's been postponed
Cause I’m out here on my own
But I’m coming home
But I’m coming home
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Wicked
05:46
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She does her best to please the wicked
She grew up thinking she was afflicted
They condemned her and her youth
Now you can feel her truth
She holds her breath when you speak
She waits till death cause she’s weak
Oh bury her
You’ve done before
She sits with thoughts all alone
But you’ve flooded hers with your own
If she stands she will beaten
She plays the game you always win
Forced down
She’ll drown
Let be
Beastly
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Breath
07:37
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And I’ve been dragging myself around
Cause I am suppressed not a sound
Am i compressed enough
Or can you still hear
Or should just cram the stuff deeper into my bier
And are you burdened with me
And all I am and not you should be
I can see your breath
cause i haven’t defrosted yet
Its been couple years
but your warmth is no longer effective
You were right all along
Ive been a detriment since birth
So put me back where i belong
in a place that you won’t remember
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Confronting Time
04:18
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My mother told me that I was alive
She said use your voice or I'll give you mine
But hers has been lost for a long time
Muffled by the acted on years of her climb
My father told me that I could be strong
With the cuts on my wrist I knew he could be wrong
And then I knew I was in for the long
With a tag on my wrist where I shouldn't belong
If only my father wasn't in my mind
And my mother could speak the tongue of her time
These are the things that I wanted to find
My brain is in motion and yours has declined
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Memories
06:27
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And the memories are all just lies but I don’t mind
Oh I’ll sit back and enjoy the ride but stop thinkin that I’ll support you in
The things that you make me believe oh I don’t think won’t you let me think
Otherwise I might find that you’ve crossed all the lines
And her daughter doesn’t miss her much
Cause her daughters lived long enough
So don’t lie to me
So stop lying
So do you love me like In my dreams
Oh how it’s supposed to be
Oh I thought you were the one unconditionally
Oh your supposed to love me
Oh please just love me
Do you even like me
I don’t have the best eyesight but I’m not blind
Oh maybe if I turn around or stop listening I won’t hear the sound
Oh I’ve been locked out of the life I’m to receive
Because of you and the love from absentees
Oh I’m nothing just marked in with
parentheses
I’d like to see the excuse you use to neglect me
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Till We're Dead
08:14
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Do I benefit you or is it just a one way you got stuck going through
If this is true then you’ll be gone before you know it but I can live without you
But if I do somehow fix you then I guess you could stay if you wanted to
And ill dig my hole deeper
Till I can’t hear your whispers
Lets go back to what we were
Well call it one more defer
Do you really love me or are you just lonely cause id have to agree
Sorry were you speaking cause I’m stuck in my own world where someone really loves me
I will make things right
when i come back to life
I would say i need time
but that would be a lie
Cause our minds have decayed out our heads
And we could make it till we’re dead
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Circus Trees Marlborough, Massachusetts
We make music that doesn’t fit with our age, our gender, our living conditions; we are young, we are sisters, we spend our
lives in the wastelands of suburbia.
Our songs are of pain, sadness, loss; our music drones, grinds, floats. We make this for us, and only us, but revel in the joy of sharing this with those who get it, feel it, are touched by it.
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