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IV
03:56
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The lonely vessels wandering the streets
Emptied of their contents, unsure of their own feet
Our generation was born deaf, malnourished by aesthetics
Torn apart by options...
We burn up so beautifully, something real, something bleak
Is it a shame that no one sees these things but me?
It's just a matter of fact that deep within these so called cracks
Contains the meanings if our still-born births...
Turn it off...
I was once a vast ocean, full of life and promises
With a heart full of chaos, extending the horizons
Invincible, invisible, named but not yet fully formed...
Turn it off...
We're all in this ship together that is forever sinking...
Turn it off...
Is this the final stage with nothing profound to say?
It's a joke, it's all a joke, cruel and unforgiving
And I know I'm not the only one who feels this way...
But I lose my faith most days...
Everything is getting darker
Everything I feel is awkward
I'll remove my teeth and cease to speak
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VI
02:54
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I am a good man, but I'm tired of trying to be a good man
All the good men I know are dead
And they didn't die smiling
The funeral will come and go
And the requiems will be sung in vain
There is a devil inside of me
With his black hands reaching out
A six string sickle like saw, to save the self
The funeral will come and go
And the requiems will be sung in vain
Misery is a sin I've learned to swim alone
The path I walk is the path I was shown
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III
03:20
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I've got a lot of monuments to my mistakes
Meaningless facts, scars and old photographs, a lover that I had left
I made my way back to the room where I first saw you move
You smiled at me and I walked away...
Oh you coward! Why couldn't you fight for her?
Happiness is someone I could never trust
No matter how long I wait I just can't escape
I made my way back to the room where I first saw you move
You smiled at me and I walked away...
Oh you coward! Why couldn't you fight for her?
You've got to get the things you need
You've got to keep on moving
Keep moving
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V
04:30
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Everything leaves a bad taste in my mouth
There can't be a resolve if everyone is involved
Nothing is clear and there are no defined lines
It's a sign of the times, where silence is a crime
Talk, talk, the fleshy void moves and sways
Dancing like grass, crushing everything in its path
And I've been denied, I've been unjustified
I try to walk it off but I writhe, I writhe, I writhe
Their fall will come soon, and their fall will consume
The dust will cover all their open wounds
Talk, talk, the fleshy void moves and sways
Dancing like grass, crushing everything in its path
Oh the horror is modern man, oh the whore is modern man
And the so called "women" who strive to be just like them
But progress isn't change, progress is growth!!!
And it cannot be forced, like love, like art, like hope
Talk, talk, the fleshy void moves its mouth
And nothing comes out
Nothing comes out
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5. |
I
04:20
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I've lost control, these hands cease to be my own
And I suppose this hell is cold, I can feel it in my soul
Oh I forget what it feels like to be well
Oh something deep within me swells
One day I'll be smiling too, one day I'll be smiling too
But the earth is soaked with similar souls or at least of what remains
And there isn't a face, there isn't a name and soon I'll join its ranks
Oh I forget what it feels like to be well
Oh something deep within me swells
And one day I'll be smiling too, one day I'll be smiling too
Then the skies open up and with it the rain
And soon the drought was done
Then came the flood and with it the mud where all our dreams sank
Oh I forget what it feels like to be well
Oh something deep within me swells
And one day I'll be smiling too, one day I'll be smiling too
It's A to B to C, and everything in-between
You're all still on B, but you feel differently
The words we listen to have all been overused
The words people say isn't the truth
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6. |
II
03:13
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I awake in fear, is my time near? Am I ready, to go, home
Isolation sets in, my thoughts turn within
And everyone I love is slipping through my finger tips
I don't want to let go, I know it's hard to swallow
But this is how it is, It always ends as it begins
But I don't want to let go, I know it's hard to swallow
But this is how it is, It always ends where it begins
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