Church

by San Marina

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released December 28, 2011

Marta Cikojevic - Keyboard, Vocals
Ryan Brownrigg - Guitar, Vocals
Andrew Peach - Bass
Burke Cameron - Drums

Recorded in multiple basements, bathrooms, and schools.

RECORDED AS CHURCH

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Laura-Lynn Petrick

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Track Name: What do you do?
Come on my dirty hands,
Don't play this game again
We've been through this already,
You can't find a remedy,
To stop you from stealing those kids
But what do you do?
And how can I get there too?

Come on my shoe string man,
Don't call the cops again
They don't want to hear it,
They're sick of all your shit,
So just stay calm and let's talk
So what do you do?
And how can I get there too?
Track Name: Therapeutic Coffin
There's a hole that is safely nestled in a confused reality,
And everyone see's it, everyone just ignores it
But I can't do that

My sleeve's stuck on the fence and I can't get it off,
Got heavy eyelids and a pair of wandering thoughts,
I'm just trying to be comfortable with dying
But I can't do that
Track Name: Glass of Ego
Fill me a glass of your ego, fill it right to the top
I could use some, I really need some
You could break my back, you could break it,
Just try - there's no spine
I can't wait to be on the other side of things,
Where they don't care
So watch the other bands, watch how they move their hands,
They're so clean, not like me
So fill me a glass of your ego, fill it right to the top
I could use some, I really need some

And if the room fills up to fast, well that's fine, I can wait
And if my body won't break, I can take it
But if I can't get there, I will die

So fill me a glass of your ego, fill it right to the top
I could use some, I really need some
Track Name: Parasite
Spoiled and sinking lonely surrogate,
Hold these whips and other forms of punishment
You can't give back what I give to you,
You can't hold back unless God tells you to
But why do I spell that word with a capital?
And why do my words come off as cynical?
I don't know

Crooked and fractured angry hypocrite,
You and me, we aren't that different
We're a bug that is stuck inside a screen door,
We're a soldier who does not believe in war
But I have to remind myself,
That angels don't go to hell, church's ring the bell, and a soul's not to sell
And that there's no point in living once you know too much,
So it's better to just stay away and use a blindfold and crutch
So that you won't know
Track Name: A Flu Season
Cover my eyes, cover them
I don't want to see till the end
It's a blinding light, shining on me
So comb this hair back down to cover my sight

So what if I die? It only means one thing
It means that I was once alive
Well, I'm not sure if I want to be anymore

But I want to surround myself with crooked views and a soft ground,
To lay my head without making a sound that would break ear drums and pull away from the crowd

Well I want to be back on that couch with my mom nursing me back to health,
And dip my head in a luke-warm stream,
Escape a flu season