None More Black - File Under Black (2003) by None More Black (보컬) on maniadb.com

It's more than fists and phases.
It goes beyond life's little changes.
It's not enough.
Banks, bombs, coffee shops and everything I own.
I can't even think a second without my thoughts coming down to wreck it.
Spirits been gone for months.
When is it coming home?
These hangups alone are cutting me down,
hurting my ears,
chomp at the bit and bite at the masses.
Forgot whose in control.
I'm killing what kills.
Healing what hurts.
Smile at the world.
Destroying these feelings.


Everyday I miss it.
I practise petty fucking myths to fix it...
Just for a while.
Shelve it with the rest of me.
Next to the faith I've loaned.
I sore my throat to get it.
I tune it in and turn it up to forget it.
That's how it happens.
Stage fright therapy is the only help I own.

Stop, drop the medicine
I don't feel normal, I never did
Room starts spinning
Make boredom useful and back again

Come home too fucked
To know what side's up
Side's down
My senses stayed for another round

Don't feel the set up, don't feel the sting
Only feel fatigue where the body used to break
Don't feel the set up, don't feel the sting, yeah
I want...

Wake up hardly remembering
But softly knowing that I was king
Short-lived, could be imagining
That things were simple but easily

I wake up
Not knowing what's up or went down
Face flush, amnesia sucks
Just one more time

Don't feel the set up, don't feel the sting
Only feel fatigue where the body used to break
Don't feel the set up, don't feel the sting, yeah
And I want...

Don't feel the set up, don't feel the sting
Only feel fatigue where the body used to break
Don't feel the set up, don't feel the sting, yeah
And I want more

Too much.
Way too much to bleed.
The red light's gone and ruined everything...
the broadcast and the last 30:00:00 of my world.
Poison dropped in bloodline.
The walk home might be dizzy for the time being,
but being's only better when it's on.
Wish someone would lend an ear.
Tell me something. Tell me not to care.
(The problem is) I'm not gonna let it go
'cause someone says to "let it go."
What a fine way to spend my everydays.


All the time.
Ear pop follows decline.
Failure is thematic all the time.
It's cornered and pinned against the ceiling every night.
Forcing me to sleep on my side.
It hurts, and it's just the beginning.

I've taken tongue to pen and ink to blood stream...
the venemous kind.
I've spilled my guts on your favorite blue jeans,
and you didn't mind.
It's not the way I want it.
It's just the way I see it.
I wish I didn't need it.
On the inside, the venom's not kind.
I wish I was a little more rock and less complicated.
I wish I was a little more rock.
This time it's not right.
The antedote.
It's all in the pre-screen and losing my mind.


I'll kill the chord instead of the rhyme scheme,
and everything's fine.
It's not the way I want it.
It's just the way I see it.
I wish I didn't feel it.
I wish I didn't need it.
On the inside, the venom feels fine.

The perfect mix of music and traffic.
I'm so stoked about breathable oxygen.
"so long" is thirty miles long.
City life is so not attractive, when paranoia's gotten the best of me.
I look long and hard.
I'm always wrong.
Eight years and five months to blame for who I am today.
Think I was bored in New Jersey.
Old friends.
Still talk to some.
I'll crawl back under the rock I came from.
Yea, I was born in new Jersey and it will die in me.
Spent some time away from my feelings.
While everything around me was crushing me for long.


Denying being wrong.
I broke down.
Built up. Broke down.
I broke down.
Built up broke down twice.
That's right.
I gotta song along.

Who said, anybody likes you? You'll find out.
Opened minded with an open mouth.
My throat got tired when the dirt went down.
"Who said, anybody likes you? You'll find out."
I know you think I don't give a rats ass,
but taking mud off my name has taken longer than I've percieved it.
"Who said, anybody likes you? You'll find out."
Sugar coated was the tainted pill.


Easy to swallow but it fucked my will.
"Who said, anybody likes you? You'll find out."

The news hit me like a ton.
I didn't know what I was waiting for.
That day came like a rolling thunder and we were waiting for the sun.
"Hey man I haven't seen you in a while."
Get the hell out of this circumstance.
Can't fight this kind of feeling that we're dealing with.
I feel helpless and useless.
It's clear now.
This day's decided.
I feel like I'm defeated.
It's clear now this heart's divided.
I feel like I'm defeated.
Shivers shake the ground we're on.
Cold feet dance in nervousness.


Speechless with my hands in my pockets.
Skin cracks as we march in.
Sit down and let the feeling take control.
Creepy.
Can't hide it with a smile.
I'm pretty sure I don't believe in god,
but I can pretend for a little while.

Stick to all the unstuck obligations you've pasted on me.
The awkwardness you construct in conversations,
it's getting to me.
Trapped like 80's notions.
Confirming conformation.
Why fear reactivation.
Better start running cause we're out of time.
The confidence, it destructs, when pushing buttons...
on me theres many.
You shouled have looked before you touched.
You never do.
Don't push me over.


I'm not ready to taste the ground.
Why say it's over, when we don't have to settle down?
Who can run in motions and not get tired of their surroundings.
I bet you think it's easy.
More power to you.

Make the killing and wipe the blade,
As it exits out my brain.
Anti-social middle name.
Save it. So c'mon c'mon!

Safty first and ego last.
Can't compete with half a chance.
Anti-social middle name. C'mon c'mon.
Whoa... it must be someone.
Cause i think that everyone thinks im a bastard.
Whoa... think I'll stay home,
With a tough episode.
Why go when I'm safe at home?

Whats the closures of the door?
Back to war, I slide the floor.


All the socials I ignore.
Wasted... So c'mon c'mon!

Save the first and the last.
Anti-social middle name. C'mon c'mon.
Whoa... it must be someone.
Cause i think that everyone thinks im a bastard.
Whoa... think I'll stay home,
With a tough episode.
Why go when I'm safe at home?

Face it.
I'm catching all your drifts.
They're blowing eastward, through my door and out my window.
Originate in mouth.
In innuendos.
Every word is meant to hurt.
Meant to feel like war.
I've had enough.
All's fair only when the weather is.
The air is right for shooting down my best intentions,
but all the good it's done.
We'll never mention.
Just like the worst. Just like the worst.
Hot tounges and poor little lungs are burnt to a crisp from fire that we spit.
No wins with sharp bloody pins that we've hired and fired at will.
They're sticking in my skin.
I've had enough.
Allies are worthless in this shit-faced fucking


that I fear has grown to pity me for the damage done
and you for the healing.
When neither side has meant to hurt.
Now when I get lost.
I follow the blood trail home to my disgust
and think of all the wrong things I could be doing...
and all the good times I could ruin.
"Hey, I wouldn't worry about it man.
Do what you can try not to hide."
"Hey, I wouldn't worry about it man.
Do what you can to feel alive."

If it wasn't for the windows, my eyes would go to shit.
If it wasn't for the time I killed today, working for network affiliates...
If it wasn't for the winners, I wouldnt want to quit.
If it wasn't for the time I killed today, being completely meaningless.
From 9-5 I'm far away.
I'd bet it all.
I'd bet my life you feel the same.
From 9-5 we're far away.
Why am I here today.
The clock is ticking.
It's laughing at me as I pine away.


No one really dreams of this.
No way. There's no way.
We know we hate it.
We wish we could kill it, but not today.
We don't have the energy, being completely meaninless.

Blindfolded and back to the door.
I'm sitting silent with these open arms ready to strange me.
Cut the air out entirely.
Everytime I see your face,
the space between always tends to suffocate you and me.
Maybe we can start with the weather...just maybe.
Then say what we have to say, whenever...or maybe not.
Thought you should know it's not OK with me.
The way you walked away.
Colder shoulders chill to the bone.
The way you left me feeling disowned.
I want you to know I wouldn't have given up.


Hark. Hark.
A knock at the door.
Who goes there?
Someone from before I was unstable.
Let me bring that to the table.

Bombs away!
The plan is all in attack.
Fuck the history books, they're harder to read than the facts.
There's nothing that we can do
cause they're shoveling us shit colored red, white, and blue.
Bombs away!
For a more american you.
That's the way the cookie crumbles.
The tooth for tooth makes it hard to chew.
Media. Media show us the enemy.
From the washington press release to our home color TVs.


There's nothing that we can say.
Thank you for the fear manifested into hate.
Bombs away!
For a more american fate.

Dedication. Testing 1-2-3.
I'm glad you proved it to yourself.
You don't have to prove it to me.
Determination stopped being friends with me.
I'm glad you stuff it your heart.
Leaving you with no room to breathe.
You stay on your side, I'll stay on mine.
When the clock strikes, count to the three
and put the pedal to the floor all time.
Got the rhyme without the reason.
Got the plight, but not the cause.
Got the ends, they're meeting and there at each others throats.
Humiliation. Testing 1-2-3.
With tones never solid.


Leaving no room to brave.
Completely nervous.
The rattle of my bones keeps the rhythm on the quick side,
with no fear to be slow.
Humiliation. Testing 1-2-3.
You better listen to me.
Cause there's no room to be free.