1. |
Terror
01:25
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2. |
Blade
01:05
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I'm coming for you, you better watch your ass
I won't forgive you the things of the past
I'll give you a taste of my blade
Take a chance
Come at me
Learn to fear your enemy
Go to sleep
Hit the gutter
Catch my blade like you should, fucker
I'm coming for your throat
You better spit it out
Out
(Blade)
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3. |
That's Rich!
01:43
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You're probably a rich kid
If you're not good with a knife
You suck up to mom and dad
If ya can't put up a fight
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4. |
Trick
02:10
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You thought it was a simple card trick
You thought you just had to flash it
You've got no skill to show up for that title
You've got to work up to own that title
No deceit, no tricks, no lies
No sir, that kind of shit doesn't fly
You thought no one would be the wiser
I guess you're just a sore loser
You thought no one would be the wiser
But we'll see who's truly better
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5. |
Teeth
01:04
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Float, swim or dive
Bite, groan or smile
Float, swim or dive
A flash of your ivory weapons
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6. |
So Fickle
01:10
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Go back to your wetfood
Stop biting my ass
My teeth are aching
From all the talking
About ideals that
You're gonna betray
Stop
Being
A fickle bitch
Cut copy
Cut copy
Paste your ideas
From someone else
Make up your own
Take a stand for yourself and
Stop being a fickle bitch
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7. |
Wounds
00:48
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8. |
Crash
01:24
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I'm really tired of all of this
It's kind of just
Kind of just
*Rahrgh*
This is way too much for me
I'm feeling kind of like
Kind of like
*Hrrahrh*
It all comes crashing down
It all comes crashing down
It all comes crashing down
It all comes crashing down
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9. |
Hate/Alleyway Jungle
02:44
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Boy's lips are coming way loose
He's spitting lines that are obtuse
Blunt and upfront but still causes sharp pain
Like he's wielding a baseball bat and sharp aim
He's homing in on your case
He's coming straight for your face
You feel the hate and your whole body sways
Boy's feet are getting big boots
Stomping around making a lot of noise
Boy's been lying, he's not one of the boys
Boy boy boy just doesn't cut it
Boy's very own soul broke
Jerking forward, lost his mind
He knows he doesn't have much time
He does the most of, most of it
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10. |
Joker
02:28
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That's a good one
A real knee slapper
I'm having a lot of fun
I'm bursting in laughter
Cracking up a smile
While you crack another
Hear it from miles
Cause this one's a joker
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11. |
Growl
01:47
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Don't make me take my gloves off
Or I'm gonna teach you the meaning of fear
I swear if you keep trying me
You'll see the warmth in my eyes disappear
I'll slit your throat
I'll split your stomach
And I'll sit your ass
So you better listen before you start rambling
You fucking pissant
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12. |
Heart
01:19
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Heart of gold turned to a heart of cold
Glimmer of wonder in their eyes
Turned into a profound and deep hatred
They planned to get rid of me like an assassination
No regret, no doubt, no hesitation
I'll live nonetheless, as long as I stay fearless
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Spring Blades Montreal, Québec
Dead Page --
running from 2015 to 2017 as a solo project, before 2017 to 2018 where it stood as a 2 person band until termination in late summer of 2018.
Genre: Post-punk, indie rock
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