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The Immaculate Saint Sickly

by SWEAVER

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1.
No Fear 04:34
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As I walk with no fear Do my thoughts become clear No hate, no malice Spite becomes meaningless With my head held up high Point my sticks to the sky ‘Cause I love what I’m not You ain’t what I got And nothing I want Could ever be bought I’m self made to sacrifice I beat, grip, and tear my vice I kill it n’ till it No need to distill it I walk without fear My thoughts become clear Thoughts become clear Thoughts become clear As I march through the dark There’s no pain in my heart My anthem rings out My veins start to sprout legs Like pops always said The most deadly of daggers Hide deep in our cloaks The ease of the strokes Drown all your sorrows And see if one floats If’n it does Well don’t you dare run Plant feet, murder it Milk from the teat of it Then march through the dark With no pain in your heart And walk without fear Let your thoughts become clear Hold your head high Point sticks to the sky You’re human goddamnit You’re destined to die Destined to die Destined to die Without fear I am here I am here Without fear Without fear (You think I’m scared of you punk?) I am here (You think you got what it takes to bring me down?) Without fear (Laughable.) I am here (I am the doombringer) No FEAR (I am the midnight mortician) No FEAR (I am what goes bump in the night) NO FEAR (I am the killer in the closet) NO (I am) FEAR
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My Own Sick Kind Of Way 02:20
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Yesterday I had Quite enough to drink It's this tension you're dispensing That just makes me want to sink To the bottom of my own That I have dug alone I'm just pleading for some sympathy In my own sick kind of way Yesterday I had Quite a lot to do But this misery afflicting me Is stuck to me like glue And I cannot seem to shake it off My rocket ship has taken off So I'll dowse myself in gasoline Just to see if I can light a flame
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Your Move, Mrs. Buchanan 02:47
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Here I go again I'm penning letters to a long lost friend Your whereabouts unbeknownst to me And quite frankly I am fine with it Because I lost the map some years ago But I've got the script for our next show All in all it all went well I just hate how this would end You're bringing me down Getting me high And I love to be sedated But I can't do this again You're bringing me down It's not getting me high anymore So here I go again I'm penning letters to a long lost friend Your whereabouts unbeknownst to me And quite frankly dear I don't give a damn So I am penning down what words to say In case we meet again some day Because you know just what you are And I am just a bastard man at heart All in all it all went well I just hate how this would end You're bringing me down Getting me high And I love to be sedated But I can't do this again You're bringing me down It's not getting me high anymore Down You're bringing me down You're bringing me down You're bringing me down
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Sinking Ships 02:41
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Death envelops Slipping, sinking, ships Lesions, sores And a lack of oxygen It's you and me Falling carelessly Carpet pulled From unprotected feet You're not the one Holding the gun You think you got me Under your thumb Not afraid to die Or blacking out I'm just afraid I'm having doubts Pride dissolves Ever lasting bonds Choking out Until the lesser comes It's you or me Falling carelessly Death demands Feeding from the knees You're not the one Holding the gun You think you got me Under your thumb Not afraid to die Or blacking out I'm just afraid I'm having doubts Death envelops Slipping sinking ships Lesions sores And a lack of Oxygen It's you not me Falling carelessly Carpet pulled from Money grubbing feet
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Vile 01:44
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Waking from the bleachers I am lookin' like hell Walkin' amongst the undead All ailing from a drying spell Baggin' with the worst of them I try and pop a lean Sleeping with the creatures Baby I can't keep my hands clean Skulking past the corner store 'Fore my scent had gone astray Sneaking spies and cocaine eyes All watchin' me on my way I reach my destination And I try to pop a lean I am not an animal I'm just a human being
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The Concussive Blast Of A Massive Backhand 02:31
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Came crashing to the earth On a lighting bolt Had a million other chances Go up in smoke I couldn't kill the mother fucker But I hope he chokes Like the sadistic narcissist That I know I am I like it, I want it I like it, I want it all I like it, I want it I like it, I take it all Dear Saint Sickly (I like it, I want it, I love it, I need it) Don't make a killer out of me (I like it, I love it, I need it, I take it all) Dear Saint Sickly (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,) Don't make a killer out of me A killer out of me Don't make a killer out of me You'll make a killer out of me You made a killer out of me Came crashing to the earth On a lighting bolt Had a million other chances Go up in smoke I couldn't kill the mother fucker But I hope he chokes Like the sadistic narcissist That I know I am
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Anti-You 02:18
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Well I heard that you were sorry When you joined the pity party So we all broke out in laughter Cause we knew it wasn't And then you did something ballistic Wound up cookin' like a brisket In the noon of summer sun Well I don't subscribe to that magazine But even I could read the lines between You're a parasitic analytic spewing from the mouth Just a joke on the news room floor You're anti me I'm anti you I saw you loungin' in that easy chair Day drinkin' on the lawn Preachin' peace and love while Beating on a nun It's apology after apology It just started making sense to me You never learned a lesson Only sorry you were caught Now you're panicin' and franticin' In an undocumented style You've been chewed up, spit out, and drug a country mile Wondering why you get no sympathy from me Just another middle finger screaming Anarchy You're anti me I'm anti you
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Is This The End? 04:48
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A bittersweet reunion For arrangements to be made A view of the cascades And a suit made out of suede Smoke break in the parking lot And the service starts at 3:00 The choir leader sings just slightly Out of key Is this the end? 'Cause I can't tell. You've come to visit In that strangled shade of blue It get's so lonely in this Wooden eight by two Your humble servant Wrapped around your razor thread Could you be bothered To paint me in color when I'm dead Is this the end? 'Cause I can't tell. A bittersweet reunion For arrangements to be made A view of the cascades And a suit made out of suede I've pledged to your allegiance I have offered up my soul Could you find the kindness To please, just let me go Is this the end? 'Cause I can't tell. I can't tell. I can't-

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A taste of freedom, the romance of independence,
and the story of self actualization.

I give to you, the Immaculate Saint Sickly.

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released July 30, 2019

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SWEAVER Portland, Oregon

With a "Pull No Punches" attitude, SWEAVER immerses you into his world of off the wall antics. His unbridled approach to frizzy alternative rock/pop can be seen not only in his compositions but in his erratic yet well calculated lyricism.

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