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The Back of My Mind
06:10
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I can’t tell if you’re worth saving
Who here’s convincing who to lean away from the prize?
Can you save you from yourself?
I’ve stood so close to you
While you’ve counted reasons to live out your unfinished design
Our common retreat is where you can leave me futile replies
Then check your doorstep at sunrise
A good night’s sleep is all that we really do need
Not alone
We’re just one in a billion
What makes us truly unique?
I’ll offer many questions with answers we shouldn’t speak
I’ve stood so close to you
While you’ve counted reasons to live out your unfinished design
Let’s slowly dim our living daylights until we are all blind
The night life’s perfect
You deserve it
A good night’s sleep with no expectations you’ll wake all alone
Dear friend, we are one in too many
Used as gears we run a machine
We’re just one in a billion
What makes us truly unique?
I write to you because no-one else listens
Will you convince me to step far away from the prize?
Can you save you from yourself?
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Endless Naught
03:28
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The world made us, and we’re it’s bad seeds
So instead of growing flowers, we’ll sink with the ground beneath
Inside the pit another one descends
And I know I’ll surface, but I can’t promise you the same
No need for dialogue, one word would hurt too much
While you’re sinking, I’ll watch a lovely sky, leaving another piece of me behind
The world made us, and we’re it’s bad seeds
So instead of growing flowers, we’ll sink with the ground beneath
And we’re it’s bad seeds, so instead of growing flowers we’ll sink
It’s pointless, we’re pointless
We’re pointless
It’s pointless, we’re pointless
We’re pointless
I’ll surface, but I can’t promise you the same
The world made us, and we’re it’s bad seeds
So instead of growing flowers, we’ll sink with the ground beneath
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Pulses
02:51
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This feels so familiar
Have I met you here before?
I think we see eye to eye on conversing where we lost ourselves slowly
We’ve found our place of desperate silence in the sound of clockwork counting our loud pulses
Mine’s gone
It’s hard to see how I could be the one keeping you here lately
I’ve dreamed your dreams
I’ve wished death on my well-being, then woke to a calling
We’ve found our place of desperate silence in the sound of clockwork counting our loud pulses
Mine’s gone
We’ve found our place of desperate silence in the ground
Let clockwork run its course counting breaths
We’ve found our place of desperate silence in the sound of clockwork counting our loud pulses
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4. |
Further From the Surface
03:18
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The air’s cancerous, and I’m the black cloud that fills the sky
A fading vapor hovering above things I have uprooted
Is there anyway I could ask you to leave here?
I know it’s selfish
I’ll show you it’s worth it
The ground feels so unstable
The earth swallows my steps
Standing still will only make things worse
Could I change your mind?
The air’s cancerous, and I’m the black cloud that fills the sky
A fading vapor hovering above our loss
In some ways it’s perfect that in most ways we’re flawed
Will we feel a release once evaporated?
This world breeds like an animal, invasive and inept
As a parasite, I felt remorse for bleeding soil dry
The air’s cancerous, and I’m the black cloud that fills the sky
A fading vapor hovering above our loss
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The Wild Haunt
04:18
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Surely there’s a place for us
Surely there’s a place for us
Please, leave me out of breath
Inspire a fire undimmed by this abyss swallowing us
Is there a way to take control of our directives?
Please, leave me out of breath
Inspire a fire undimmed by this abyss swallowing us
Separated from what’s burnt out
I am years and miles away from the man that I had wanted to be
He’s a stranger distancing himself, as I chase the air that he breathes
Is there a way to take control of our directives?
Please, leave me out of breath
Inspire a fire undimmed by this abyss swallowing us
Surely there’s a place for us, swallowing us
Surely there’s a place for us, separated from what’s burnt out
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Trail of Lights
03:54
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I’m daydreaming as I commute to my compensating trade
I’m replacing the roads with ice, so I can slip away from this dotted line
We’re drawn with precision between segments of our time line
Our great depression was caused by repressing needs
There’s something concerning about others passing right on through
I’m losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed never questioning routes
Never questioning routes
Never questioning routes
Passerby please stay with me a little longer
Do my eyes still read like chapters unread?
Or am I approaching my epilogue; quickly, concluding my myth?
There’s something concerning about others passing right on through
I’m losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed never questioning routes
There’s something concerning about others passing right on through
I’m losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed never questioning routes
Never questioning routes
Never questioning routes
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You’ll listen with open ears, and drown in peace with me
Please, don’t hesitate
There is a reservoir for us where we’ll lay
There the shapeless are drank from
It never rains, but we still give them what they need
We’re solutes in a pool of water that caters to those who strike the iron while it’s melting
Suffering is something we’ve outgrown in our adolescence
Moral compasses will direct us to our flawed detriment
There is a reservoir for us where we’ll lay
There the shapeless are drank from
It never rains, but we still give them what they need
We’re solutes in a pool of water that caters to those who strike the iron while it’s melting
Will this pen be the dagger that writes you last goodbye?
And severs the ties to your body?
Let the salt and darkness fill your old lungs
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Keep Yourself Hidden
03:49
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I thought I could care for once in my life
I’m finding value in my face
You can too, feel this will
Let’s make our motivations to live today all lies
Faking the charade rewires the circuits that programmed me so distant
You had me before
Now, your once contagious words won’t turn me against myself
Stop writing to me
Your hand writing's a ghost
I thought I could care for once in my life
I’ll trick myself to think that I’m free to be what I want, regardless the length of my chain
You had me before
Now, your once contagious words won’t turn me against myself
No one cares who you are
I don’t care to make any guesses
Your threats are empty when you hide behind envelopes with no return address
You had me before
Now, your once contagious words won’t turn me against myself again
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9. |
Now We Sleep
06:59
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I’m your inner voice bringing things to light
Opening doors to one’s sealed closed, then keeping us inside
I’m sure there’s reasons for lack of control
I am sure there’s reasons for that
We know to well
We’ve done this dance before
As your eyes close, mine awake just in time to let you know
Every day’s a blessing because time is shortening
Wide awake or dead asleep, I never catch dreams
Sometimes self love comes with self harm
The pills are poison only if you want them to be
I wish that we shared the same thoughts, and not the same bed
Choosing who dreams and walks toward death
By the time we’re eaten by the rivers mouth, we’ll be driftwood
Moving with the stray channels, we’ll be
The back of my mind’s deserted
It is time to find your way there and make your peace, without me holding you back
Without me
Without me holding you back
Once again, the void called us towards it’s calming warm embrace
Then, you left me stranded here; when we were so close to our own endless conversations
I’ll sneak away to the surface when you falter again
Every day’s a blessing because time is shortening
Wide awake or dead asleep, I never catch dreams
I can’t tell if you’re worth saving
I can’t tell if you’re worth saving
I can’t tell if you’re worth saving
Who here’s convincing who to lean away from the prize?
Can we save us from ourselves?
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