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all dogs go to heaven - My Floor is a Mortuary for Cans (full EP 2019)

Tracklist: 01. Hibernate 02. Grave 03. Number of the Yeast Written and recorded by all dogs go to heaven Mastered by Bas Faro Additional beats in 'Number of the Yeast' prod. by Jxcxbxs https://alldogsgotoheavenpunx.bandcam...   / alldogsgotoheavenpunx   Lyrics: Hibernate - And I feel like I’m a little caught up in the fog So blind in all my thoughts I’d hibernate till’ the mist falls Cause I’ll be breathing the same air The same air Yeah I’ll be breathing the same air next year The same air And I wish that I could swallow all the mud Heaped up in my skull Give shape to abstract lines Rid the pain of feeling numb I’m falling down, a long bottomless dive And I’ll be breathing the same air, the same air Grave - Years have passed but now again it shows The words you said were chilling to the bone You think it's our turn for an apoligy I think you woke up from a different dream Your heart is a graveyard It will burn your fingers I prefer to forget you But your prescence still lingers Now I know some people never change The same mistakes behind a different face When the smell of death comes creeping through the roof You'll now you fucked up ecery change to choose Your heart is a graveyard It will burn your fingers I prefer to forget you But your prescence still lingers Now I know some people never change The same mistakes behind a different face Milk and honey covered up your name But they won't help you when you're in your grave Number of the Yeast - My floor is a mortuary for cans It’s something I can’t get rid of Sometimes it’s for being social Sometimes it’s for numbing my thoughts Will you take from me, all my drive? Will you take from me, will you take from me? The comfort I find in the bottle The silence that hums me to sleep Squeeze all your tasks to tomorrow Postpone responsibilities Will you take from me, will you take from me, all my drive Will you take from me, all my energy and my strive? Will you take from me, will you take from me? will you fill my needs, will you fill my needs? And do nothing to stop the grow of these weeds, then go back to sleep, knowing I’ll do the same every day, embrace your decay, most people have problems, and then there is me, unable to carry the lightest of weight Drown my soul. Abscence grabs me in a slumbering flood, maybe that's how I will rot There's nothing here Grasping for air.