Everything Borrowed

by The Pilot's Archive

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released August 2, 2014

All songs written, performed, and recorded by the members of The Pilot's Archive.

The Pilot's Archive is:
Alex Turner
Michael Avey
Zan Weber
Dylan Winstead

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The Pilot's Archive Manchester, Tennessee

We're a hardcore/alternative band from the grit of Manchester, TN, USA. Live shows fueled by passion, music fueled by pure honesty. For fans of Norma Jean, Glassjaw, La Dispute, and Every Time I Die.

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Track Name: Tragedy Addict
Receive the clamor
Off-hand and kilter
We tire from boredom and boredom's abundance
(Take the iron from the fire)
Blank stares are useless if you can't use them
Noise is so silent among stilted giants
(Carry the torch to the water)

Still voices are only vices
I'm on the brink of an unsettling edge
I want to feel without gutting myself
Stuck in stasis
Staring at the nameless faces
I'm on the brink of a terrible mess
Stop me before I can't stop myself

Ain't no God in Heaven 'gonna save me now
No devil down in Hell could ever drag me down
Swear we fell asleep still shaking at the knees
Still clinging to the dagger
Still thirsty for disease

Still voices are only vices
I'm on the brink of an unsettling edge
I want to feel without gutting myself
Stuck in stasis
Staring at the nameless faces
I'm on the brink of a terrible mess
Stop me before I can't stop myself

You'll face your mistakes on your own
You'll wear the broken crown you craft
My eyes are seeing red again
This vessel wasn't built to last
Track Name: Durango '95
Well I've been so drunk on dedication
Like I believed there was any of it left
I've peeled my nails from the skin 'till they're gushing
Bent over backwards to come in last place

Where's the profit?
Where's the check?
Choke on the paper lodged in your neck
You wear the fabric of failing
You are the needle and the stitch
You weave the fabric of failing
You don't deserve this
You are the link to a dead cause
You are the charlatan
You are a burning paper trail
Dry heaving on a wasted stage

You may sing it
But it's clear that you don't really mean it
What's the pay, what's gonna be the profit?
You got something to say? Say it!
Eat your earnings, put your money where you mouth is
Rock n roll is dead, and you're the reason for it
So punk, so pathetic clinging to it
Cash out, old thieves are the new musicians

You've been subject to this new debt

I've given all I had to see you crumble into dust, there's no reality to the words that you spit from your tongue, this sound is lust. Fashion your words from the profit that eats you alive, no sincerity or respect for the message you contrive. Behead the king and taint the meat, this milk has soured. Wolf down the heart and watch the youth be devoured. Horns on the hoods of angels, horns on your halo, cruel intentions lead to bitter endings don't you know? Don't you know that money in the world won't buy you a home?
Track Name: Too Many Husbands
We play musical chairs without the noise and sing ourselves to sleep with no voice
I am weary of the cunning and no stranger to the cold
I ask for no holy confession in exchange for my own soul

Every father of my father
With bruised and broken hands
I'll take comfort in not knowing what it means to be a man
I rest my eyes on sinking ships
And throw my heart into the sand
Eventually that well runs dry and I'm the only one to blame
Breathe easy in the floods, and put the devil on my back
Dear fathers of my father, I hope I gain what you have lacked
My failures trump the triumph
I don't think you understand
It takes a man to own up to having no clue what makes a man

And this dire word has spread upon me
Through the blood in my veins
From the glass that you taste
Carry burdens down to every grave
We won't see the light of day
No light for our way

Stumbling over myself constantly to pick the pieces up
I could blame the rain for my troubles but you know it would never own up And I confess that I'm a mess, I've probably wasted all my worth
But for what it's worth I would chop down my family tree to build a home From what it looks like to me, there's a hell of a lot of trees
But only one can smell my fear and make me look the other way
From what it looks like to me, I've got a lot to lay to waste
My sharpened teeth will surely break before I save my grace

And this dire word has spread upon me
Through the blood in my veins
From the glass that you taste
Carry burdens down to every grave
We won't see the light of day
No light for our way

Head full of blind eyes always leading me astray
A dialect made out of ash is the only way we speak.
Track Name: Kill It With Fire
I've created a monster with bolts in its neck
I've spread out every flaw I thought I kept in check
I've lined my pockets with sand and filled my glass with gold
And cut off the hands that always made me let go

All that it is, and all that it's been
A carrion throne upon a garbage hill
Hold your breath, cause baby it's death
Oh what a mess I have made of myself

And on the same old winds I set sail
Into a blood-drenched sea of curmudgeon appeal
I let the wolves descend down the throat of my chore
I can't beware the ides, for they are at my door

All that it's been, and all that it is
A carrion throne upon a garbage hill
Hold your breath, cause baby it's death
Oh what a mess I have made of myself
All that it's been, all that it is
A carrion throne upon a garbage hill
Hold your breath, cause baby it's death
Oh what a mess I have made of myself

Bedlam came at me with a drooling mouth
And a tongue that smelled fear and knew it's sound
This ain't death it's a penultimate grave
My own mistakes are the reason i can't be saved

All that it is, all that it's been
A carrion throne upon a garbage hill
Hold your breath, cause baby it's death
Oh what a mess I have made of myself
All that I am, all that I'll be
A bloodless urchin, a siren to sea
I'll let my soothsayers bring whatever my own sirens will sing
All that I am, all that I've been
A mirror to watch myself sink down
I followed the leaders of the followers
My heart lies in love with my every failure

My legacy, the broken back
My legacy of heart attacks - wrecked
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Of thyself so unaware with no care
Underneath my gun
Underneath my sun
With no one Bleeding out from the eyes
Bleeding out from the spine - dead
Track Name: Den Of Thieves
Staring at a blank sheet
No words, no thoughts, no memories
I have sown the seed
But what has grown will always bring me to my knees
I'm a bastard liar
I'm a no-good thief and a calloused soul
You are the bee sting resting on the roof of my mouth
You're the absence of reason for the stories you told
Flood me with the same cause of death
Be it sickness or injury or from myself
Everything is imperfect
Everything is a hoax
I'm the out-group punchline of an inside joke
The cross you've stapled yourself to
Can't hold a candle to the hell I'll put you through
Turn your head and see mine swinging in my noose
I'm right by you

I am just like you 'cause I'm a dirty rotten thief and I'm a liar too
I am just like you
I will steal from the broken like the broken do

Hey, you don't understand
Make your bed with beggars hands
Hey, you don't comprehend
Make your bed with failed amends

We are the wolves amongst the herds of sheep
I am another liar in the den of thieves
I missed out on the way it should be
Another freak of virginity

Suffering all the same
(I will not be your victim)
Bury me in tragedy
(I will not be your worst mistake)
Suffering all the same
(I will not be your victim)
Cast me down among the thieves
(I will not be your worst mistake)

I will not be your victim
I will not be your soul to take
You will not be the reason I repeat all the same mistakes
I will not be your victim
I will not be your soul to take
I won't be your mistake
Track Name: Mouths Of Widows
Lone wishes for lone wolves
Tame the witches for their blood
Dry and weary Southern Sun
Pale horse riding through the Earth

Vultures still circling overhead
Body by body, eat the dead
Mouths of widows speak in tongues
Burned and blistered Southern Sun
Track Name: Good Fences
I know the children of the dead are holding hand in bloody hand
As we sweep them under rugs that were intended to be rags
Good fences make good neighbors
Black the wood and black the flags
Put them over all the joy of all the things we could have had
Take your name, mark your place, another pain that soon will pass
Admission by appointment, love's a privilege, death's a fact

Black eyes will see no future

A bed turned inside out, chivalry's dead and in the ground
I built my fences high to keep me in, not keep you out
You cling to reckless biddings, you wrote that book so well
Our unborn children mock the days we numbered life in hell
Hold up the heart like an armed robbery
I can never sleep, 'cause all I do is die in my dreams
(Regret on repeat)

You'll find no comfort in your own self loathing
Believe me when I say I've been you before
Track Name: Erratic Dialogue Translation
Hang that messenger
There ain't gonna be a return to sender
But I'll keep guns loaded just in case that barrier decides to break
Wave that banner proud
Cause it's a white flag waving over hallowed ground
Dig deep, derivative
The earth's rich with brand new graves

Our children have been branded by the mark of the beast of our abscess
Still draining, still drowning
waiting for a sign of the everlasting
My palms have sweat for too long
My heart skipped too many beats
Pulseless, like the monster that I had thought i would always defeat

Barely broken but still feeling the rush
Of being pushed underneath your bus
Once I'm rolling, I just can't stop
My guts at my feet could be all that I've got
March on, turn the key
If I run fast enough I can escape anything
Pulseless in my clamor
Dead weight will never wait

Wear your wounds

Can't see the water for the sea
Can't forget the forest with so many trees.
Track Name: Glass Eye Moon
Cancer brings me close
Wide eyes still whisper to the friends that are ghosts
Stop me if I say too little, too much
I don't mean to use your casket as a crutch
It's a promise broken time after time
I want to question every method, every reason, every rhyme
It's a shame proven day after day
Force-fed false hopes only to throw them up again

We played out and paid all our dues
And we still have so much to lose
We lay in the holes that we dig
Hammer another nail into my coffin
We've played out, we paid all our dues
What's left but life that we could lose
We play in the holes that we dig
We are only statistic

I brace for the storm every step through the door
Another cloud of ash to sink into my bones
Dead-end path
(Clip my wings)
A road with no exits can't fully grasp existentialism
Clip my wings before I have a chance to grow them
I will not grow them

We played out and paid all our dues
And we still have so much to lose
We lay in the holes that we dig
Hammer another nail into my coffin
They say everything is borrowed
Cast your wishes to the well
Who are they to judge the lives and deaths of all your sons and daughters
They said all was borrowed
This life is just a barter
I'll strap myself to disbelief and be the martyr
We are only statistic

I watched them put you in the ground in the rain
I saw an empty sky where heaven should have been
We are only statistic
(We have broken away)
Track Name: Arkadelphia
Everything that you had has been turned to dust
Lay down inside your casket with your broken trust
Hammer a nail into the center of your beating heart
I want rip you apart, baby I'll rip you apart
Suck blood from the moon and the sun
Spit out the teeth that you cut from your spaded tongue
Looks like you've tempted the flood
It's no surprise what you set out to kill is what you've become
And I'm a sinking ship amidst a sea of shit
But I won't beg for my life, even if you can save it
I never wanted a war with a cell full of prisoners
But no love lives in your disguise, void of devotion
Lead the horses to the drinking hole just so you can drown them all

Ambiguity has flooded me
So I beg pardon for the patronizing apathy
There's no soul
The holy dollar cancer grows and grows
Malignant masses for the masses, why, they do not know
Borrow the hair, the style, the sounds that get the cash to flow
Back to back, this draw was over before I said to go

And I am blinded eyes amidst a sea of snakes
But I wouldn't beg for my sight even if you could grant it
I never wanted a war with a cell full of prisoners
But I'll be the Brutus love to your Caesarian romance
C'est la vie mediocrity
Break off the key
So let the walls close in and when your castle falls I'll be there claim land Looks like you've brought on the flood
Looks like the arc didn't have the room save your lungs
I hope you fester within
And I hope it reeks to high heaven
I am the Cerberus standing guard over hell
Your new home is inside my mouth

Rotting out from the inside
Swallowed by the crux of pride
Rotting out from the inside
A liar once is sentenced twice
(Back to back, this draw was over before I said to go)
Liar