1. |
Tooth and Nail
02:50
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I was brittle at first.
That was me at my worst.
Held my finger on the trigger,
Kept my thirst as ammo.
Tore myself apart,
Killed myself for my art,
I was compromised and took it all to heart.
And I won't go back.
No, I won't go back.
I won't give you that.
Cause I fought tooth and nail.
I fought tooth and nail,
And the fight goes on.
I fought tooth and nail,
I fought tooth and nail,
Let me take you on (and on and on and on)
On and on and on.
I've had a melee with doubt,
Drowned my enemies out.
Knuckles split, I took it on the chin
With guns out.
Now I've recovered my spark,
My unequivocal arc.
And though it rips me open every time,
I won't give you that.
I won't give you that.
No, I won't go back,
Back.
Cause I fought tooth and nail.
I fought tooth and nail,
And the fight goes on.
I fought tooth and nail,
I fought tooth and nail,
Let me take you on (and on and on and on)
On and on and on.
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2. |
The Doubt
03:24
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I'm thinking that I could be the weakest link.
Stripped bare, my whole body reacts to the thought.
God knows, there are some days that I know I'm tough,
Still, I'm feeling like I couldn't change myself enough.
Yeah, I feel it,
Deep in my chest,
Can I shake it?
Is it enough?
And it begins:
Am I enough?
Am I enough?
So give me the score,
Sharpen the knife,
Tell it to me straight, now,
Don't you play nice.
Am I doing it wrong?
Doing it right?
Make it look easy?
Put up a fight?
I'm on the inside, looking out,
I hate myself when I feel the doubt
In everything I've ever done.
So give me the score,
Am I the only one?
God damn, I'm unravelling in my skin,
Drenched to the bone, sick to my stomach,
Like I don't deserve half of the things I've won.
My heart is heavy, it weighs a ton.
Yeah, I feel it,
Deep in my chest,
Can I shake it?
Is it enough?
And it begins:
Am I enough?
Am I enough?
Will you give me the score?
Sharpen the knife,
Tell it to me straight, now,
Don't you play nice.
Am I doing it wrong?
Doing it right?
Make it look easy?
Put up a fight?
I'm on the inside, looking out,
I hate myself when I feel the doubt
In everything I've ever done.
So give me the score,
Am I the only one?
Give me the score,
Sharpen the knife,
Tell it to me straight, now,
Don't you play nice.
Am I doing it wrong?
Doing it right?
Make it look easy?
Put up a fight?
I'm on the inside, looking out,
I hate myself when I feel the doubt
In everything I've ever done.
So give me the score,
Am I the only one?
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3. |
Everything Is Fine
03:51
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How are you?
How've you been?
It's been a long time.
Did we lose touch?
Are you struggling?
Are you buckling
Under the weight of it all?
I've tried a million times to reach out,
But I'm struggling myself.
Singin please,
Where did I go wrong?
Sifting sand for details
And turn them into stone.
I'm talking to myself,
Unravelling my mind,
And falling far behind.
But everything is fine,
Everything is fine,
Everything is fine.
I'm alive,
Just seems like time
Is slipping through my hands.
How are you?
What should we do?
Did you lose yourself?
When did we lose ourself like this?
I've tried a million times to look in.
The light's on, but I'm gone.
Listen to me,
Where did I go wrong?
Sifting sand for details,
And turn them into stone.
I'm talking to myself,
Unravelling my mind,
And falling far behind.
But everything is fine,
Everything is fine.
Everything it will be fine, everything it will be fine
Everything it will be fine, everything it will be fine
Everything it will be fine, everything it will be fine
Everything it will be fine, everything it will be fine
Singin please,
Where did I go wrong?
Sifting sand for details
And turn them into stone.
I'm talking to myself,
Unravelling my mind,
Everything is fine.
Singin please,
Where did I go wrong?
Sifting sand for details
And turn them into stone.
I'm talking to myself,
Unravelling my mind,
And falling far behind.
But everything is fine,
Everything is fine,
Everything is fine.
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4. |
Truth Be Told
04:03
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I tried to be an island, yeah:
I know, I know, I know.
I tried to be a modern man:
I know, I know, I know.
I tried to be a picket fence:
I broke, I broke, I broke.
I wonder where my courage went:
I broke, I broke, I broke.
How toothless of me to think I could learn to wait.
Oh, I know.
Why am I so destitute while I'm holding out for a soul?
I deal in absolutes when I try to take control,
Truth be told.
I tried to be more common sense:
I know, I know, I know.
A portrait of my elegance:
I know, I know, I know.
I whispered something delicate,
I broke.
I broke.
How ruthless of me to think I can stand the chase.
How foolish of me to think I can change my shape.
Oh, I know.
I am so destitute when I'm holding out for a soul.
I deal in absolutes when I try to take control,
Truth be told.
The crisis of me, my identity in blood.
How spineless of me to think I don't have the guts.
I won't be toothless and I'll finally be enough.
Oh, I know.
I am so destitute when I'm holding out for a soul.
I deal in absolutes when I try to take control.
My body follows suit when the winter gets so cold,
Truth be told.
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5. |
Phantom Limb
03:34
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Real harm will never be gone
When all of my skin is drawn,
My liver too.
Drawn between cold and heat,
Can't limber up,
Can't get my mind off you.
The exposed are the ones that get cold.
The exposed are the ones that get cold.
Yes, they do.
And the cold ones, they will drop off.
The cold ones, they will drop off.
Just like you.
I am fit to run
A lesson in how to be numb;
You're still the limb that I can't find on my body.
Trace your fingers against mine, alone.
I have no room to take on
That you're no longer mine.
Ice cracks, so do I.
Hearts go blind as they are bound to do.
And the melt of my health,
A mockery and a mess of what was true.
The exposed are the ones that get cold.
The exposed are the ones that get cold.
Yes, they do.
And the cold ones, they will drop off.
The cold ones, they will drop off.
Just like you.
I am fit to run
A lesson in how to be numb;
You're still the limb that I can't find on my body.
Trace your fingers against mine, alone.
I have no room to take on
That you're no longer mine.
I am fit to run
A lesson in how to be numb;
You're still the limb that I can't find on my body.
Trace your fingers against mine, alone.
I have no room to take on
That you're no longer mine.
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6. |
Keeper
04:06
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I woke up singing a song with your name in it,
Set to the beat of the train,
Where I sat in the aisle seat,
My limbs and extremities begging to touch you again.
The sky, it grew lighter,
The morning sun spread across the wide, open fields like a stain.
I never thought of myself as a keeper,
But I'd like you to keep me in place.
Out the window, the trees are brittle and grey,
As I hurtle toward Montreal.
The sickness we live in, it itches and gripes
And it permeates through it all,
But I'd throw all affairs of the world out this window and
Run to you when you call.
I think you can keep me, if anyone can,
If I can be kept at all.
You came out of nowhere,
Like an unbelievable, cliché rendition of fate.
I'm sadder than you are, I've made more mistakes,
And my heart cannot take the world's weight,
But when I'm in your arms, time stands still,
And the whole fucking world can just wait.
I never thought of myself as a keeper,
But I'd do anything to keep you safe.
Now the train whistles elsewhere,
The day's light has changed into shadows that crumple and creep.
My body, at once, feels healthy and raw
As it ebbs between waking and sleep.
The distance between us was bigger than love
And bigger than tears that we weep.
It cannot be here and it cannot be now,
And I cannot be yours to keep.
But I loved you in all of the ways I know how
Though I cannot be yours to keep.
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7. |
You Left
02:58
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You did it right, you told me in the end.
Turned out the light and turned over in bed.
Rewrote our home and the fabric torn in it.
Look at us now, we're so damn used to it.
You said that you were striving for a life.
You didn't fight for me, you didn't fight.
We could've had this life woven by now.
I couldn't see it then, I did not know how.
You left it to me to say goodbye.
You left it to me to say goodbye.
We could've made it work if we tried harder,
Stitched the seams, boiled the frozen water.
I looked at you and you looked at me,
But you didn't seem to hear me when I pleaded.
You left it to me to say goodbye.
You left it to me to say goodbye.
You kept your blame short, you didn't even try.
You left it to me to say goodbye.
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8. |
Tear A Piece (Bite Me)
02:56
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You can tear a piece off me,
I am not gunna give it up.
Flirt with my insecurity,
I am not gunna give it up.
What do we say when they take our joy away?
You are in my way and I'm not gunna give it up.
Ooh, when we shred, but they wanna stop us dead?
Read my lips, get it in your head,
Yeah, get it in your head:
Bite me
On my neck and in my gut,
I'm not gunna give it up,
I double dog dare you to
Bite me, man
I'll trip on my own trip,
I'm not gunna give it up,
I'm not gunna give it up.
So come at me, honey,
If you can.
Come at me, buddy,
I ain't scared.
What do we say, can they take that spark away?
You are in my way and I'm not gunna give it up.
Yeah, give me more, put the pedal to the floor,
Light a fire in my core,
Come on, daddy, give me more,
I said it, give me more.
Bite me
On my neck and in my gut,
I'm not gunna give it up,
I double dog dare you to
Bite me, man
I'll trip on my own trip,
I'm not gunna give it up,
I'm not gunna give it up.
Bite me
On my neck and in my gut,
I'm not gunna give it up,
I double dog dare you to
Bite me, man
I'll trip on my own trip,
I'm not gunna give it up,
I'm not gunna give it up.
I'm not gunna give it up!
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Skye Wallace Toronto, Ontario
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Skye Wallace is
what happens when a trained singer with east coast roots discovers punk rock in their youth and writes music that makes you feel excited.
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