Snow Angels

by Echo Tongues

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1.
Been facing a lot of the disaster I wrote out Chasing, distraught and a master of colds now I bought myself a trigger just to envy the pull clout I can’t believe I’m bigger than my emptiness knows now Try to find a reason just to cut it out Try to find my season just to run around Bye to all my demons, they hide back and shout Fuck you and your disaster, sir You got me up a fucking tree I’m leaving I’m done with this all of this mindless receiving You got me up a fucking tree I’m leaving I’m done with this all of this mindless receiving Cut me open like a Taylor Swift greeting card Blood is boiling from my subconscious fleeting hard Death is trill but you can’t get back what you bought I’m for real when I say the shit’s peeled and caught The fishes cry for a new September The humans cry for a fucking flavor The earth weeps for earning profit, your god No more prophets when the money buys what you want You got me up a fucking tree I’m leaving I’m done with this all of this mindless receiving You got me up a fucking tree I’m leaving I’m done with this all of this mindless receiving The money’s fake as fuck Cue disaster, you can’t shake what you want You’re a master of stab and shake till stuck Only master is burning at your guts Cue disaster, you’re finding Forrest Gump You’re a master of throwing out your haunts I’m just plastering the walls with fiction lumps I’ll erase you when I get what I want You got me up a fucking tree I’m leaving I’m done with this all of this mindless receiving You got me up a fucking tree I’m leaving I’m done with this all of this mindless receiving
2.
Wrecked 03:09
Cut down and bled out like a siamese wallet I’m too far gone, I don’t think I can call it This reality tortures me like a dead man I’m too fucked for a fed plan My marbles are on the table shining Gleaming like I’m lost in silence Fucked over my master plan I can’t get myself to them Over and over we call this disease Wet the planet, get what you need Stars aligning, blood is deep Messed out whining kills the creep This is all that the tables have brought I’m sort of on ice and I’m feeling shot I could get got but slugs don’t want none I’m in space like could you hand me a real gun Cut down and bled out like a twisted juice I’m on your lawn like a statued truce This reality boils me like an egg Your brain on drugs, this is what I saved My marbles are on the table shining Gleaming like I’m lost in silence Fucked over my master plan I can’t find myself again Over and over we call this disease War on the planet, give back the seeds Stars aligning, blood is deep Messed out whining fills your sleep This is all that the tables have brought I’m sort of on ice and I’m feeling shot I could get got but slugs don’t want none I’m in space like I don’t really have fun
3.
We’re over the moon Clocked to zoom Pieced out for luck Not giving a fuck We’re trapped on a limb Fired out again Caught like the mouse Burn down your house Slipped open now Reach inside out Cut my leg open Peel out the bones Serve them to the guests All your home runs soft Nice and distraught Until you’re caught Open your ways Closed off in haze Lucky you for days Slaughter in your taste
4.
Trep Net 03:52
I know what’s real My only seal is Stuck inside my candlelight Burning away This torch of my soul It’s grievances are full And all I know is that my heart Captures this old waste And turns it to a paste And rectifies the ways that the tragic slice is bearing off of Carbonated waste This smothered life I live That’s underneath my bridge Picturing my paintings of a Purifying gift I gave myself into this past Tragic under which old path? Candlelight on witches blast Salem underneath his wrath Satan and a kissing pass Written by the lifted crash Snowy underneath his brass Death inside a spiral path Candlelight, unshaken nazz What’s to tell me what is laughter Seen inside a broken ember Lost inside the giant slumber This is what I put me under Sleep until I wake asunder Tragic spell I’m sleeping under Locked away like spoiled lumber Rotting underneath in slumber
5.
In the world I faced my death with bare knuckles Gripping my bones and shaking my soul I gave up my energy force But it took my being and stretched it out for a stroll It whipped me like for 1000 nights And taught me death was in control I came back three hours later Feeling like I’d just lost it all My body breaks in two Splitting up from you Terror on my chain Breaks away the pain It’s misery to school me on myself But it’s worse to face the paint It’s drying all night long on my walls But the windows are always the same Knuckle back down to it Can I come around through it Buckle my town, shoe it Get the fuck out of here This body ain’t no temple This body is a dumped road Feeling like a simple Positively tempo Let me see that limp stroll Every day is writ, though It’s writ, yo Every day is simple Every day is death stroll Every day I net more God damn, I fucked my life Fuck me and fuck my strife God damn, I feel the curse To cry would only make it worse I can’t feel to cry anyway I’m not down with being on display I’ll give into nothing, hooray Feed me to the fish today
6.
Never Again 02:45
This night is filled with creeps They take everything you need They mask it with serpentine Their smiles are made of grease They won’t get out of your head They won’t strike until you’re dead They’ll take what can’t be fed And paste it above their beds This night calls for A bittersweet devour That’s why they scour Their lips run sour They won’t get out of your head They won’t strike until you’re dead They’ll take what can’t be fed And share it with all their friends Cut your mask open And expose yourself to them That’s what they beg for They won’t get out of your head They won’t strike until you’re dead They’ll take what can’t be shed And wear it like you’re them
7.
The Snare 02:15
Can you get my body back? I paid a lot for that Can you get my ribs and back? I paid a lot for that This stroll I call my role On this planet filled with soul Take my eyes and take control Take my mouth and speak it full Can you get my body back? I paid a sum for that Can you get my teeth and rack? I gave my soul for that
8.
I look out on a sunny day The wind shouts Blows me away I’m so light I can’t feel my face I’m so high I can’t touch today Without you I can’t get you out of my head And the feelings so cold I can’t taste the lead Without my tongue growing old And ripped to shreds When I try to let go I’m left for dead What’s real for me Is never true for you The deal it seems Is I never lost my cool I’ve lost and decided instead That my luck has run cold I can’t taste the lead Without the pit of despair taking turns at my head And they laugh when my skin calls out instead I grow old It’s time to say goodnight I gave in for a ride
9.
Reasoning 03:27
In my heart I see the tenderness of my soul I don’t know how to let go This fire burns in me and aches for peace Why do I have to cut my temples Just to watch them bleed out on my sheets I’m tired of talking It’s time to leave this be All together I felt my pull towards you And I realized that there’s nothing I could do I felt my story fall into dirt Little pieces that cannot hurt My hope is that you’ll love my smile one day But I know there’s nothing based in fact And I know that it’s hopeless wishing for that I’ll take my turn on a Salvia spiral

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recorded June 2019

Final reminder the 2015-2019 mixtapes and singles go out of digital print in 2020

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released July 19, 2019

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