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Gone Wrong
04:33
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I’M NOT HERE BUT I WANT TO BE. REPEATING PHRASES AIMLESSLY. AND PACING CIRCLES IN THE CARPET. AND STARING BLANKLY. THERE ARE EMPTY FACES IN CONVERSATION WITH THEIR MINDS FULL OF EVERYTHING. THERE ARE EMPTY FACES IN COVERSATION WITH THEIR SPEECH MADE OUT OF NOTHING. IT HASN’T GONE WRONG YET BUT I’M AFRAID I’LL LET IT. IT HASN’T GONE WRONG YET BUT YOU KNOW I’M GONNA LET IT. QUIET AND SILENCE AND STIRRING WITH NOISE. INTERRUPTING AND OVERLAPPING WHEN NO ONE IS TALKING. CONTRADICTIONS AND RIVER RAPIDS AND RIVER RAPIDS IN BOTH DIRECTIONS. I’M NOT SINKING AND I’M NOT FLOATING. I’M NOT SINKING AND I’M NOT FLOATING. IT HASN’T GONE WRONG YET BUT I’M AFRAID I’LL LET IT. IT HASN’T GONE WRONG YET BUT YOU KNOW I’M GONNA LET IT. BREATHING UNDERWATER TO STOP THE STORM IN MY LUNGS WITH THE INTENTION TO SURVIVE AND TO SELF DESTRUCT. I’LL LET IT TAKE ME UNDER SO I CAN SWIM BACK UP. I’VE BEEN THINKING TOO MUCH AND NOT ENOUGH. I CAN FEEL IT IN MY LUNGS. I’VE BEEN THINKING TOO MUCH. I CAN FEEL IT IN MY LUNGS WHEN NOTHING’S ENOUGH. IT HASN’T GONE WRONG YET BUT I’M AFRIAD I’LL LET IT. IT HASN’T GONE WRONG YET BUT YOU KNOW I’M GONNA LET IT.
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Nihilist
02:48
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ROMANCE IS DEAD AND SO AM I BUT I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THE OUT AND THE INSIDE. THE EDGES THE CORNERS OF YOUR MOUTH. I’M SORRY BUT I CAN’T KEEP THIS DOWN. I’M A CYNIC. I’M A NIHILIST BUT YOU MATTER TO ME. LOVE DOESN’T EXIST. IT ISN’T REAL BUT IF IT DOES IS THIS HOW IT FEELS? THIS COULD BE FALLING OR MAYBE NOT. THERE’S A WAR PREPARING TO BE FAUGHT BETWEEN REASON AND ORIGINAL SIN. I’LL BE ON THE LOSING SIDE AND I’LL STILL WIN. I’M A CYNIC. I’M A NIHILIST BUT YOU MATTER TO ME. LOVE DOESN’T EXIST. IT ISN’T REAL BUT IF IT DOES IS THIS HOW IT FEELS? YOUR CHAPPED LIPS ARE PEELING AWAY AND EMPATHY’S WRITTEN ACROSS YOUR FACE. PEEL IT BACK TO ONLY SPIT AND TEETH. HELP ME ERASE MY APATHY. OH I’M A CYNIC. I’M A NIHILIST BUT YOU MATTER TO ME. LOVE DOESN’T EXIST. IT ISN’T REAL BUT IF IT DOES IS THIS HOW IT FEELS?
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Eyes Like Yours
03:38
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I’M SORRY YOU KNOW I’M SORRY. I’LL KEEP SAYING IT IN THE HOPES THAT IT’S HELPING. I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN WHEN YOU SAY THINGS HAVEN’T FELT RIGHT LATELY. IT’S LIKE THAT FOR ME ALL THE TIME. YOU DON’T HAVE TO TAKE THIS IF YOU GIVE IT TO ME. I CAN TAKE IT I CAN TAKE IT. TRUST ME I CAN TAKE IT. SOON ENOUGH I’LL FIND A NEW WAY TO SELF DESTRUCT WITHOUT EYES LIKE YOURS WITHOUT A RIBCAGE LIKE A THUNDERSTORM BECAUSE BABY YOU’RE THE BEST MEDICINE AND I’M SORRY I USED YOU LIKE A WEAPON. STITCH UP MY WOUNDS AND I’LL KISS YOU WHERE YOU’RE BLACK AND BLUE. TALK TO ME BABY TALK TO ME. I’LL ALWAYS BE THERE WHEN YOUR HEART NEEDS HOLDING. I WISH I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN BUT TRUST ME WHEN I SAY I KNOW THE FEELING. WHEN WAKING UP IS JUST AS BAD AS LIVING AND FALLING ASLEEP WITH YOUR DEMONS ON THE CIEILING. YOU CAN TAKE THIS YOU CAN TAKE THIS. I’M SORRY YOU HAVE TO TAKE THIS.
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Cigarette Love
03:48
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YOU WERE A FOOL. TRAPPED IN THE BEAUTY THE DANGER. COMPLETELY CAPTIVATED. YOU FOUND YOUR LOVER. SURROUNDED IN HER SMOKE. SHE LET YOU GO. SHE GAVE YOU A LIGHT AND WATCHED YOU BURN OUT. LEAVING YOU BEHIND. CHOKING IN THE CLOUDS. YOU ARE AN ADDICT. HEARTBROKEN AND EMPTY. DEPENDENT ON YOUR GIRL. NEEDING HER NICOTINE. SURROUNDED IN HER SMOKE. SHE LET YOU GO. SHE GAVE YOU A LIGHT AND WATCHED YOU BURN OUT. LEAVING YOU BEHIND. CHOKING IN THE CLOUDS. YOU BREATHED HER IN. YOU LET HER OUT. FILLED UP YOUR LUNGS WITH HER CIGARETTE LOVE. SHE GAVE YOU A LIGHT AND WATCHED YOU BURN OUT. LEAVING YOU BEHIND. CHOKING IN THE CLOUDS.
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Radio Decay Auburn, Alabama
Radio Decay is an indie rock band drawing on alternative, punk, emo, and new wave influences. Since 2015, we have played shows in our home scene of Auburn, Alabama and across the southeastern United States. We are passionate about expression and creating meaning. We bring our all to the show and strive to end every set with sweat in our eyes. ... more
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