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Isle

by deths

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1.
Hoodlum 03:45
Blood on the side street A blasted car in front of me I’m turning to the side and I’m looking at the sight Blood on the side street A blasted car in front of me I’m turning from my enemy and looking at my phone Caught on my phone as I pass, as I roam Blood on the side street God, don’t you fight me I wait on your cue when you ask what to do, saying “Call on me like on TV”, like Scrolling through shit while it’s getting erased You follow me around while I’m getting debased Falling apart while I’m saving my face But… hoodlum, calling me a hoodlum, calling me… Eyes on the floor and dreaming what could never be Things on the street like I see on TV Hands on my ears, nothing’s getting to me But… hoodlum, calling me a hoodlum, calling me a… Drive through the night, you confide in me And my hand’s on the wheel, and I’m seeing TV Your hand’s on my arm, and you ask me to breath Just… hoodlum, calling me a hoodlum, calling me… Eyes on the road, but we swerve to the side And I aim for the ditch, but we crash, and we die Or I open my eyes, and we get out alive Just… hoodlum, calling me a… I’m feeling satisfied Inside, we’re all paralyzed I pry when it’s safe to me Bitch, lie, call me like on TV
2.
Lo and behold, I am stuck on the same bus All I want to do is to hear, “oh, you’re one of us” Tongue in my teeth, no, I don’t want to make a fuss But deep inside I hope for a big crush Dude What you didn’t do What you didn’t do I didn’t do, but neither did you… …are through Shut me up and lie through Your teeth and speak about you Forge an image inside you When everyone is like Figure it out We’ll figure it out Leading the race, and I look over my shoulder Stay in one place, and I keep getting older Rubbing my hands ‘cause it’s still getting colder Grab a revolver, let’s call it, it’s over Stuck to the bottom no matter the win Fumbling at night and I’m bruising my shins Stuck to the bottom and dreaming of lies No one will care what you did tonight Ripping my head like I’m made out of clay Walk to the office, “How everyone’s day” Heroes of youth start to swing from the oak Ripped from the bottom and suddenly I choke Lo and behold, I am stuck on the same bus All I want to do is to hear, “oh, you’re one of us” Swinging the booze just to go for a head rush Paid for my sins with some gold after bad cash Bad to the bone, but I’m prone to flow home Like I’m gone in my phone, getting honed on the clone Tongue in my teeth, no, I don’t wanna make a fuss Deep inside I just hope for a big crush
3.
I’m a better than you, condescending Loser on a high When I’m better off dead You will never catch my eye I’m a fast as lightning motherfucker Slowed down to a crawl I’d be better of here If I could only blame you all Narcissistic coward, what seemed to be sociopath You want a spawn, bitch, you better learn the aftermath I’m coming home, yet I don’t know where I am at I’m glad I sat so close to you when you were getting fat I won’t try my best, but it’s not like you could understand I want to pass on whatever asshole makes me a better man Color coded arrangement and anger management Stick to baser instinct, drive a mile, man Bit that makes me numb, locking all the doors I like to block you out with the nastiest whores Who the man is, who the boss Bend me to the ground, I could take a loss
4.
Tactile 03:11
You’re so fucking tactile, and I sip on my sippy cup Sip on your shit and I think that my time is up So fucking tactile, so fucking tactile So fucking tactile, and I feel that I shouldn’t be You’ve been gone around the world and fell where you’re meant to be I’ve been gone around the world like God had abandoned me Every place will look the same, but taste is eluding me So fucking tactile, like meat on a wooden block I gaze on your face, on a screen, not a single crack Cushion myself just in case life will fuck me up So fucking tactile, so fucking tactile So fucking tactile, at least that was shown to me I’ve been gone around the world, came back as an enemy Everything still feels the same, and still, it ain’t bugging me Who are you to promise me I’ll smell what I already see? So fucking tactile, like a split in a carnal spine I bent my bones for you, I guess I didn’t die So fucking tactile, I’ll see you back in line So fucking tactile, so fucking tactile Textile, broken bones All of feelings necessary Rendering me alone ‘Till the feedback pumps me scary
5.
You told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business You trust me for a week Then you hover like drone Disappearing for a day Then you call me on my phone Must’ve figured I hate being inattentive on a Saturday night You tell me where you are Baby, I already know I can hear you swallow tears And you’re asking me to show up *** ***** ****** ***** ******** ****** ****** ****** **** * ***** Told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business Be careful what you wish for when calling me a friend Now you’re asking me a favor that I didn’t understand When you’re speaking eloquently, you will lose me consequently and cry Ask me for a bail yet another goddam time I’ll stick hay up your ass I will treat you like a swine Switch up gun for a pun Mix up fury with some fun Once again, I’m feeling dumb… Dumb For believing in you When you scream and cry Just close enough so I’ll hear you Now you tell me, baby That you want to die I believe you once more and I kill you Told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business Baby, would you prefer, would you prefer, would you prefer I missed it? Told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business Baby, would you prefer, would you prefer… Told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business We’re living side by side Now you tell me something’s wrong So, I ask you, what the fuck Girl, you begged to come along So, you rack your brain like fire Acquiescing to desire to whine “For me, personally, I believe you’re not a man To deliver what you promised Even though I may have forced your hand I woke at 3 AM frothing so bad my lips were glistening My heartbeat was aquickening And-- Honey, are you listening?” Dumb For believing in you When you scream and cry Just close enough so I’ll hear you Now you tell me, baby That you want to die I believe you once more and then kill you Told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business Baby, would you prefer, would you prefer, would you prefer I missed it? Told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business Baby, would you prefer, would you prefer…

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Run away, lock yourself up for a year, record an album, and the rest of life will fix itself. Right? Right?!

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released December 9, 2018

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