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Scream Queens
04:38
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Street light, moonshine,
green eyes shut tight in denial.
She's the object of his desires;
will he find her hiding inside?
Bloodstains, dead friends;
one blade to follow through to the end.
With her body left to defend,
will she see the sun again?
Oh,
she was far too kind
to demand their time
and they said she desired it,
and all she has to do to prove them right
is die.
Soles meet sidewalk,
she screams, echoing in the dark,
see her running now through the yard.
she won't make it very far.
This game, realize
her fate is all but his to decide.
It's a game played all of the time,
every single day of her life.
Oh,
she was far too nice
to demand their time
and they said she desired it,
and all she has to do to prove them right
is die.
Will you make it out alive?
Everybody's watching you tonight.
Give a scream and lose your life.
Pretty girls, we love to terrify.
You can run or you can hide,
but there's something much more satisfying:
Find an axe or grab a knife;
make tonight a night he won't survive.
Swimming within the eye of a monster,
how can we criticize or disbelieve?
We know that she'll defy
her conventions because they're all a lie.
Will you make it out alive?
Everybody's watching you tonight.
Give a scream and lose your life.
Pretty girls, such fun to terrify.
You can run or you can hide,
but there's something much more satisfying:
Find an axe or grab a knife;
make tonight a night he won't survive.
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Splinters
03:36
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Wake
from a momentary place
in my dreams where I can fake
the expressions on my face.
I hide.
But you see me, I look fine
when I'm hemorrhaging inside,
I swear this is how men die.
Where's my compassion?
it's buried in pride.
Faking my strength for the boy here inside.
He watches from shadow through retinas, in shame;
when sympathy's broken, that boy is to blame.
Fright.
Born behind my eyes,
it crawls and slips inside
and grips me by my spine.
It drives
me to a place I can't describe
where, even though you're just outside,
all I ever do is lie.
Where's my compassion?
it's buried in pride.
Faking my strength for the boy here inside.
He watches from shadow through retinas, in shame;
when sympathy's broken, that boy is to blame.
I pray
that voices speak of other ways
to finding peace inside this place
or fear will bring me to my grave.
Where's my compassion?
it's buried in pride.
Faking my strength for the boy here inside.
He watches from shadow through retinas, in shame;
when sympathy's broken, that boy is to blame.
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Dana Scully
03:30
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Watching from shadows as they overlook the creatures that prey in the light.
Shaping and changing, their hands are arranging her fate against her design.
Tired of hiding in silence.
Guilty, yet yearning to defy it.
All she can feel is the weight of the fear yet she knows that her voice is a dagger.
Watching and waiting, patiently breaking her cage built by ignorant hands.
Reaching for something yet always still running for a place where justice will stand.
Feel as the normal things stab her.
Screaming inside 'til she shatters.
All she can feel is the weight of the fear yet she knows that her voice is a dagger.
No one will wait if she slows down the pace so she'll just have to run that much faster.
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Arcade Island Columbia, Maryland
Homegrown music that can be whatever it wants.
-Alex
Arcade Island recommends:
This album is a perfect example of music for the sake of music. There are little to no intelligible words, but lyrics are simply (catchy) melodies, almost as if we should move to the music, not flair.
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I love how this album exemplifies feelings and moods, the songs aren't necessarily about events. Sometimes I think that says more about life than anything else.
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