1. |
Relinquished
03:04
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2. |
Wasp
02:16
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Only two choices for you motherfucker.
You can either go home, or you can go the fuck home.
You canāt stay here, I donāt care just go.
Change you will never change.
I didnāt even ask for flowers but I got a wasp.
A gentle sting for every word you tossed.
Change, you will never change.
You can either go home, or you can go the fuck home.
You canāt stay here, I donāt care just go.
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3. |
The Dream
02:24
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The record skips again, belting out another tune.
You broke where you should bend, I too will be broken soon.
Tell me one thing; how much hair do I have left.
And when it all falls out what will I lose from the stress?
They always told me ājust believeā and my dreams would come true.
They never told me what I would have to lose.
I feel the world pulling me down should I give up or let my legs give out.
Just crush me to death, just fucking crush me to death.
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4. |
A song about Depression
02:26
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You take and you take, I will never see the end of it.
Once you find a host you will never quit.
Until theyāre dead... bust it
You will never cease to be, more than a word youāre a part of me.
I refuse to be a servant of your change.
I once shined yellow but now Iām pale gray.
Iām surrounded by ghosts again... Iām surrounded by
I remember a better time when I write about love and never rhyme.
Now Iām strung together by every breath.
I forgot how to love; Iāll find peace in death.
Iāll find peace in death.
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5. |
Fuck it
02:39
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6. |
Terraforming
02:42
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I wanted to see California but Iāll just stare at the moon instead.
Iāll take a picture for you in case we meet again.
Now youāre just a thorn in my side.
Never thought Iād survive.
Thorn in my side...never thought.
Thorn in my side, never thought Iād survive.
Yes you left my head a mess but I canāt live without it.
Flowers grow inside my chest straight from the heart you doubted.
These roots will never bleed.
This chest will be free.
You thought youād tie me down.
Instead you threw me out;
Youād cut your ear off just to spite your brain.
I wish I left you first now Iām left with the hurt.
Iād cut my heart out to relive that pain.
Thorn in my side.
Never thought Iād survive.
Agony; from my spine into my bed.
Detached, to where I feel nothing.
Catastrophe; just stay the fuck away.
Thorn in my side.
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7. |
Vein
02:16
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I remember the first crack so narrow and straight.
It splintered and extended below, just past the vein.
Ms Barreto I think that you should know the one that throws the furthest stone always dies alone.
Hands begin to lighten and weaken.
Breathing gets shorter and uneven.
In a constant state, where nothing regulates.
I remember the first crack so narrow and straight.
It splintered and extended below, just past the vein.
Itās body Vs mind and you are running out of time.
As you drift into bliss, we are stuck dealing with this.
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8. |
Brain Control
02:12
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How can you breeze right by with no feeling left inside.
Better make this next one fucking count.
Why canāt you face it, you are wasted.
Life donāt need to hurt this much.
You still feel nothing right to the bone.
I hope you find a place called home.
I hope you know right from wrong.
Better learn to sing the right song.
Why canāt you face it, you are wasted.
Life donāt need to hurt this much.
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9. |
Baseborn
03:06
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Constantly trying to make ends meet.
But I was born with calloused hands and two left feet.
All I do is work, work all day.
While you rich motherfuckers sit around and get paid.
Like a rat running on a wheel.
You will never understand how I feel.
You will never understand how I feel.
You will never.
Momma said āyouāll work yourself to the groundā
Papa didnāt say shit, cause he wasnāt around.
Like a rat running on a wheel.
You will never understand how I feel.
You cry and cry when you break a sweat
but I wonāt shed a tear cause I have none left.
You can tell a lot about a man by the shoes on his feet.
But what do the holes in mine say about me.
All I do is work...work, work all day while you rich
motherfuckers sit around and get paid.
Work...work, all work no play but Iām still poor at the end of the day.
Baseborn.
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10. |
Final Flame
02:46
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I can hear your name when I feel a breeze.
Why does pain say mine so easily?
Everything I see will splinter and crack.
I call your name but I hear nothing back.
I hate this place.
I hate this place.
Now my feet wonāt even touch the ground.
I cry out but my voice wonāt make a sound.
My sadness wonāt fade.
Only transform into hate.
I hate this place.
I hate this place.
I can hear your name.
I tear through roots and dirt.
Living like this aināt work the hurt.
I set fire to all I see, only flames will set me free.
I hate this place.
I hate this place.
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