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Two
02:32
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Hit my head today
Woke up unscathed but still
Still the same
Still afraid
Lit my head ablaze
Maybe now I’ll feel
Feel the pain
I’ll feel a shaking change
I’m myself when you’re away
Without a name, just as a face
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2. |
Laced Contact
01:38
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Hollow man, discretely another
Hollow time, wasted together
By now we should have been sober
I can’t quit so easy
It's hard to admit that I can’t breath
I can’t sleep in this heat
My nightmares define me
Confine me
Come try me
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3. |
I Want You
01:22
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Out all night
Once unclear
Walk the streets now
Full of fear
38 seconds
Until I stop thinking
24 hours
Til I start
Dreaming
Of sinking
I want you
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4. |
Progress
02:38
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Waste not
Erase what thoughts oil
Your former (chase)
Chase not
Erase what thoughts oil
Your former shrine
Your skin when dry
Progress, change what it means to burn
Redress the fire that you preserve
My dust speaks of self blame, self shame
My dust, speaks of, my name, self same
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Ad Infinitum
01:44
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Place on me
A weight, an iron bone
Should I consummate
This tepid breath
Bemoan the constant fall, contempt
So death to us, you’re already gone again
In name, worth
There’s always a reason for doubt
(to find lies in truth)
When I tell myself that I need you
Still you’re my
Secret master
Cold high, cold light
Sleep drown, lose sight
Faded guise, faded light
Sold vows, youth, rights
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6. |
Light Breaks
03:32
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Thorn in side, beating softly
Glorify whats gone, embodied
In shades now desecrated
The sun, burns slow for no one
Golden, insidious
Each conscious yearning
Worn tonight til dawn, undying
Waste our beginnings and mourn the hours high
Son, don’t you forget
Picture the blunt force of my hands
Your fourteen year old circumstance
A shackle buried in cinder
The sun, burns slow for no one
Golden, impermanent suitor
I have been contrived and wrought
Lest these thoughts cease
Each conscious yearning
Worn tonight til dawn, undying
Waste our beginnings and mourn the hours high
Anima placebo
Quietly, I taste smoke
And he relieves me, deceives me
See no sense of us, senses caught in ego
Totality in secret
So giving in weakness
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