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Capstan - Trust Complex
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Another day, another time, when you're not cutting ties I'll make a point to disregard your bitterness. But right now I'm content with the silence and grinding my teeth to the thought of all the false words you speak.
As the enamel and the trust slowly turn to dust. I have no choice now I can't bite my tongue.
You better learn to swim fast kid because you've got stormy waters ahead. And make sure that you remember all of the lost connections that filled your shoes with lead.
I've sunken pretty low before but you've reached the lowest depth so think of me as you drink in your final breath.
Thick as thieves and we don't take kindly to strangers here. Why don't you cowboy up and come clean or just disappear. Can't you feel the discomfort? It has been orchestrating my day. This is over. We're not in the business of forgiveness so make your peace another way.
I'll keep bleeding for my art and you'll never keep your base. So consider this your call out and my one last saving grace.
Another day, another time, when you're not cutting ties I'll make a point to disregard your bitterness. But right now I'm content with the silence and grinding my teeth to the thought of all the false words you speak.
You couldn't say it to my face. It's time I put you in your place. You'll never get that far being so goddamn fake.
You threw me a curve full of angst and disappointment. And I can truthfully say that I never saw this coming. You aren't worth this mind struggle anyway.
So I'll keep bleeding for my art and you'll never keep your base. So consider this your call out and my one last saving grace.
Another day, another time, when you're not cutting ties I'll make a point to disregard your bitterness. But right now I'm content with the silence and grinding my teeth to the thought of all the false words you speak.
As the enamel and the trust slowly turn to dust, I'll no longer bite my tongue.
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You are a burnout at the age of 18, a product of the South Florida drug scene. For a second I must admit that you had me fooled. Well I think I've finally grown comfortable in where I stand with this cigarette smoke and an empty can. Stay in your apartment alone. I'm fixing broken plans.
I hope you know that you're not the same. Those drugs have burned a hole into your brain.
Well I might be a bad decision, but you'll always be a worst mistake. I finally made a promise to myself that I don't intend to break. Stop being stuck up. Admit that you're a fuck up and quit pretending that your intelligence is worth a single second.
Are you feeling this? Because you just won't do. You're the worst kind of liar. Your tongue twists and you set the stage and break the link. Your trial's overdue. And every tattoo on your body renders stories untrue.
When this is over and done with at least I can leave with my sense of self respect in tact, while you're still pulling out the knife from his back.
My number was always unlisted. To you I never existed. So go choke on your pathetic words.
Well the news hit me pretty hard. But not deep enough to leave this heavy heart scarred. In the end you wear the crown of a hand-me-down.
I hope you know that you're not the same. Those drugs have burned a hole into your brain.
I might be a bad decision, but you'll always be a worst mistake. I finally made a promise to myself that I don't intend to break. Stop being stuck up. Admit that you're a fuck up and quit pretending that your intelligence is worth a single second.
Fuck off.
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If words are weapons I'll keep sharpening my tongue. I hope you feel each cut with every syllable I've sung. And every single word that I've wrote, I've been slowly building this arsenal deep within my throat. I can't seem to hold on to anyone or anything for me than three days at a time. And I'm slowly forgetting sleep and losing my mind.
Why do I only acknowledge my feelings when I'm writing songs? It seems like I'm repeating everything I never wanted to. You were right, when you left a part of me died. But it was only the sadness that I had inside.
So save your breath because this time I'm not taking it away.
You were right. When you left part of me died. It was only the sadness I had inside.
You're the number one reason for most of my moral treason. A hollow shoulder always on the brink of caving in. But don't mistake my desperation for flattery because you aren't and never will be better than me.
You will never be better than me.
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Capstan Orlando, Florida
Anthony DeMario : Vocals
Harrison Bormann : Guitar
Andrew Bozymowski:
Bass/Vocals
Scott Fisher : Drums
Joseph Mabry : Guitar
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