1. |
If I Control
03:36
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Remember all the change we used to talk about
Remember all the change we used to dream about
It’s slow coming
If I control
All my dreams
why won’t they
stop happening?
I don't know who you are yet
But already I can't stop thinking about your teeth
And I hope you're scared to lose them
because that’s what keeps me warm
And it shouldn't
And it shouldn't
And that's selfish and absurd
But it's so hard to notice
when you're quiet as a bird
And you won't share your thoughts
‘cause the last ones who heard
Still haven't deciphered the first couple words
And I’ll predict the sound
You’ll make before you leave here
A poor attempt at something
You thought too much about
And I’ll predict the sound
(what did you say to me)
That I’ll make before you leave here
(I wasn’t listening)
A poor attempt at something
(when you’re talking silently)
I thought too much about
(I can’t hear anything)
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2. |
All My Dreams
03:11
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Now that I’ve
Collected all
Your dulled down teeth
Your smile’s so hard to see
And I flinch when it shows
After all the dirty efforts
And the pricks from their roots
Like fangs from a monster
Sinking deep into its prized possession
I’m sure you’d have never let go
A deep confession
I can no longer chew
I keep those pearly whites
Locked in my room
I’m so proud of my
Strange collection
Now all my dreams
Have a real life reflection
Now that I’ve
Collected all
You’re dulled down teeth
I’m so proud of my
Strange collection
Now all my dreams
Have a real life reflection
I panicked when you told me
That you wanted them back
I ran so fast into my room
To find out where I’d stashed them
I was so anxious to put them back in
That I missed and sliced your cheek
There was blood everywhere
And I passed out from the sight of your mangled face
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3. |
Polymerase
04:58
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Focus on what inspires you
It grows like a tendril
Am I scared of being too specific?
Right now or in general?
Rework
Rewire
Desolder
Re-stabilize
Focus only on the present
It grows like a tendril
Are we always moving towards the future?
Just right now or in general?
Rework
Rewire
Desolder
Re-stabilize
Focus on what inspires you
It grows like a tendril
I bite my nails in the corner of my room
Is it time for another rework of what I should do?
The smell of burning flesh, I left the iron on
I’m afraid this fetal posture won't help anyone
Bite my nails off
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4. |
Ant
02:36
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Can't fall asleep
Can't find my lighter
Waste of a long night
Waste of a thought
I’m beginning to think that
I am an ant
Exoskeletal
Losing my bones
But the queen is a liar
Whoring my skin
telling you stories
Keeping you thin
Well I can't remember
my skeleton shifting outward
from the core of my body
to the surface of my skin.
I'm exoskeletal
Break me, I'm exoskeletal
Fake dreams are unacceptable
Beneath my skin
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6. |
Fracture Type
02:49
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I care, it’s simple like that
I guess I’ll eat some medicine
Create a temple of sorts
Nothing wrong with a worship place
I thought it was so strange that I
Resemble and insect
Imperfect, assertive, somehow confident
In my program
Receiving your faces one by one
I swear I could control my dreams
Even only for the night,
Or just the time between alarms,
What was the name of that disease?
And I question how
That if we launch at each other
From either side of the vale
How could we miss? Let’s try this out
Our brilliant collision
Approaching free fall
Terminal velocity
Head first
(sinking into graves)
(as the glory fades)
(decades of decay)
Don’t look down, this valley’s great
When we hit the ground I’m sure we’ll break
I’ll calculate how long it might take
‘Til we hit the ground and meet our fate
I’m not feeling so great
I’m trying hard to think straight
Because the time it will take
Won’t even matter this late
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8. |
Second Hand Adventure
06:24
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And in this moment I am
And in this moment I will
Never be again
I felt a rush of something cold
Now I feel saved
from all the days
I waste away
inside this space
My friends will say
You sure seem brave
My friends will say
I’ll be there
So I’ll be there
I’ll be there, when the snow turns to gold
And my face
Unbearably cold
In that place
Where the bull stares me down
And breathes through his nose
And I see his breath in the cold
Asking me to bring an offering
Of someone who holds
You close
Who’s all yours
Or almost
So I turned around
And went home
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9. |
Untitled
01:44
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