1. |
My Own Kind
03:15
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Here comes my old friend
He's skippin' town tomorrow
He looks so happy
Hey man, don't worry
I know my own kind
And he is already gone
As the night
The night is long
And he is not about to worry
Take my hand
It won't be long
Two o'clock in the mornin'
You're comin' over
No disappearin'
No disappointment
I know my own kind
And he is already gone
As the night
The night is long
And he is not about to worry
Take my hand
It won't be long
And he is already gone
As the night
The night is long
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2. |
Byzantine
02:59
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I don't wanna talk too much about it
I don't wanna say the words out loud
In the end it don't amount to much, no
But I think I got you where I want you now
Everybody knows
Everybody sees
All the damage done
Damn it's like a disease
I'll find a way to stop this conversation
I should just walk away and leave it lie
Man I think you just lost your inspiration
That's a whole lot harder than losin' time
Everybody knows
Everybody sees
All the damage done
Damn it's like a disease
Byzantine
It was just like a dream
Byzantine
All the damage done
Damn it's like a disease
Man I didn't know you saved those books and magazines
The places you could go -- and you went back to Byzantine
Byzantine
It was just like a dream...
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3. |
Just Had a Feelin'
02:59
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Take me away then lock yourself up
ASPD is the rationale
A sensory slave, I'm a bottomless cup
Crash and burn on my waterfall
Gratitude, humility, forgiveness and empathy
Predictably these all come crashin' down
The unholy embrace of a fortunate son
Every wish is a stealth command
Tragedies made, always settin' to stun
Shootin' up but I never land
Gratitude, humility, forgiveness and empathy
Predictably these all come crashin' down
Blow right through your nightmares, too
You'll lose what you have found
Everything is not enough to count
I just had a feelin' x 2
Blow right through your nightmares, too
You'll lose what you have found
Everything is not enough to count
I only do what I want to
You can sink without a sound
Wait!
I just had a feelin' x 4
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4. |
...Or Does It Explode?
03:47
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Rollin' out the red carpet but it's tattered and stained
Iconoclastic, Tanfastic chiseled readymades
This face = the future
Antiseptic beats flowin' like a Newport breeze
Propagandin', grandstandin' on the latest disease
Can't trace the sutures
Or does it explode upon command?
That's just entertainment, that's just entertainment
Deserve another treat, some in-house idolatry
A living breathing confirmation of humanity
Blackface recruiter
Lit up and adored, shinin' from the highest plane
A spotless victim, trick-trick-trickin' through a golden vein
Prostrate consumers
Or does it explode upon command?
This rage ain't part - it's not part of the master plan
But that's just entertainment x 4
Engage, control or countermand?
Is it scripted or unscripted? But more importantly...
Who are you wearing - who are you wearing?
Who are you wearing - who are you wearing?
Is everybody staring?
Is anybody staring?
Or does it explode upon command?
This rage ain't part - it's not part of the master plan
Engage, control or countermand?
Is it scripted or unscripted? We'll never know because...
That's just entertainment x 8
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5. |
One Less
03:19
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You make it sound
Like there ain't no way around
No question, no
We'll try another time when the stars align for us
Now you're movin' on
And I ain't no other guy
No sorries, no
My head is full of stone and I can't let go again
One less
One less
One less
One less lie to tell
You're right on time
I could be here for a while
No sorries, no
And while the stars align, you take your damn sweet time again
One less
One less
One less
One less lie
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The Broke Loose Omaha, Nebraska
Rock'n'roll from Omaha, Nebraska. Est. 2012.
Glenn Antonucci: Vocals, guitar
Matt Evans: Guitar, vocals
Corey Randone: Bass, vocals
Doug Kabourek: Drums, vocals
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