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Finite EP

by The Sere

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An endless season of springs that never give way to fall A string of casual flings and never too much more Forever cutting your losses for the open door Just for the thrill of it all All the dreams you worked for in this game of chance All the signs you hoped for breed a stubborn stance Hoops turn to crosses and brown turns black You say you’re never looking back? So red the rose Lost in the rain A dying pose Again and again So red the rose Circling the drain A dying pose Studded leather turns to choker chains Machoism to a delicate frame Magnetism well it’s breaking your back You say you’re never turning back? So red the rose Lost in the rain A dying pose Again and again So red the rose Circling the drain A dying pose So red the rose Washed in the rain A dying pose A crying shame So red the rose It calls your name So red the rose Whatever strikes your fancy Whatever keeps you dancing...
2.
Stare in the face of your wicked games Let me breathe them in So I can know their names. I want your fire To cure this disease So let your love rain down on me! No undulation, No vacillation, Need no invitation For this new sensation. That’s what I’ll say Til I go numb Til what I feel Finally comes undone. But time will tell... Driving ‘round this same old town Been here so long Even the ghosts are gone. I’m wrapped in chains that hold me back The rope’s the same It’s not giving slack! It hasn’t sunk to the tissues, Hasn’t gone to the root, I’m still stuck in my issues Heavy burden of truth. I want to stay, I want to run, But then I’ll miss out on the fun. But time will tell... Driving ‘round this same old town I’m wrapped in chains that hold me back.
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Back on the chain gang Welcome to waking hell We live just breed, Only to feed the king. Round and round it goes Until we're far too old The seeds of terror sown From piles of broken bones I need a benediction To survive this fiction A pleasure reaction A simple satisfaction No strings-attached distraction Superfluous attraction Send my body into space Make sure my mind's erased Such a silly game Played out on city streets Well I for one wish I could say: "They're dead to me" But round and round it goes The strength of bonds will grow Until they grab us by the throat And squeeze us 'til we choke I need a benediction To survive this fiction A pleasure reaction A simple satisfaction No strings-attached distraction Superfluous attraction Send my body into space Make sure my mind's erased Let us forget this life Make our hearts cold as ice Bless each other with our own bread and wine Make our bodies intertwine Let us forget this life...
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Dopamine, fevered dreams You can't sleep. Curated fantasy Your new security But you'll find it's not there No, it was never there All that you hold dear: Just transmissions in the air! Why are we drawn to what enslaves us? Is it because we were bred to be meek Generations born to endure what's thrown at them The course of humanity, yeah? Well maybe it's really Better than the unknown To reap what we have sown To eat what we have grown Even if it burns our throat Better than the unknown To reap what we have sown To eat only what we have grown Even if it burns our throat Coffee like kerosene Fuels the anthropocene Small wishes reign supreme Blessed by authority But you'll find we don't care No, no one really cares. It's all but hopeless here And it's the sweetest air! Why are we drawn to what destroys us? Is it to kill off all possibility A walled garden of misery surrounds us Now we are complete, yes we are, 'cause it's Better than the unknown To reap what we have sown To eat what we have grown Even if it burns our throat Better than the unknown To reap what we have sown To eat only what we have grown Even if it burns our throat We deserve this peace We want freedom from thinking (Predictability) We were born for this peace We will bow to the king (With no prompting)
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released June 23, 2021

cover artwork by: Zach Adam Fish @svbdvn
mixed/mastered by: Franz Giuliano

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