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New Born Eyes
01:06
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Transformation, recognition, wandering hands in rhythm sequence cut.
I feel the eyes around me tighten up, quickening pace to focus in on my poise and destination.
Destiny dances; appearances///gatherings.
All the while we swing and sway to the Devil’s way.
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2. |
Frail Bird
03:08
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I knew the day would come when I would lose you.
One day I might hear them call your name.
My worried eyes have seen what it was to lose a cold heart drowned in false hope and cheap booze.
Maybe I will meet you on the other side; reminisce on the way we used to let our demons in.
I lost god the same time you slipped away.
I did this to myself, I changed me, I lost life.
I never found my way home. I never lost myself.
What's it worth to me?
Because it sure as hell means nothing to you.
There is only one that owns the course of my heart.
The burst designs my scars.
Chasing the sentiments of the one and only.
“And I will always love you” until the end of time.
Slow down, you’ve hit the spot that comes forward for now, but we don't need them anyway.
For now, I’ll leave you to my ghost so you can have your way, but I’ll be coming for you.
This won't reset and if I could go back I’d think about all the times that we were set back.
Back then I never really had a hold of myself. I lost my grip.
What's it worth to me? What's it worth to you?
I'm still here after everything you’ve put me through.
Born hanged.
Fucked up and sick in the head.
Take it all back, I wish that I was fucking dead.
There is only one that owns the course of my heart. The burst designs my scars.
Chasing the sentiments of the one and only.
“And I will always love you” until the end of time.
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3. |
Spine//Stone
02:21
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Possessions left for a ghost to cope with.
I sold my own eyes not to see the prize.
Heaps of dead souls that are calloused and running away from everyone that haunts me.
This hell is home to you.
All hail the American dream and waste away with the lives that slip up because of me.
All hail the American dream.
If you carry us away then I'd set back the setting sun, I've been on my legs for far too long.
Stay well away before my eyes destroy the opening to the other side.
You regretted ever tasting me first, and now I'm over the line.
Before I save you for the last, I'm hoping for another chance to chase away your ghost before you see the worst and return to me without a sense of the things we built in our home of the absent hearts curse.
The only prize of my time is when I was inside your shame.
The only prize of my time is when I was inside your shame.
If you are favored by the beasts that lead you in, leaving mistakes in, like the gold they promised you.
And I know if I had a reason, I'd cut you free before you ended up like me;
Before you ended up like me, slip up, slip up.
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4. |
James Frye
03:15
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Revive my life.
I can’t be the same from what you’ve done to me.
My head is in the dirt. My eyes were left behind.
I sold my soul because it was growing weak.
I lost my sanity, my friends, my entire family.
I said I’d never run away again but you can see what this has done to me.
If this consumes us all, don’t speak in tongues around me.
All this time I’ve been standing back, waiting for you to come back home to me, and I can’t remember that night that you went away...
I said to myself that you're not coming back.
There is no hope inside these bones.
Take back every word that you ever spoke to me.
I lost myself inside the things you've done to me.
That's why I always run away from everything.
With these wings I'll fly back to where I used to be when I moved back and forth with the ocean tide.
When you were next to me I felt the ground shake, earth shake, waves break.
There is no remorse for the dead.
If I knew back then what I know now, I'd see the world so differently.
I’d speak my words so quietly.
There's something in the way that eyes can't see.
It's pulling me under, dragging me away from you, and all the times that we would reminisce, we’d speak so slow and hold our breath like
we had a wish... like everything would end up okay.
My mother and my father would live to see the light of day.
I told your God I had nothing left to say, so I sent that bastard on his way.
I said to myself that you're not coming back.
There is no hope inside these bones.
Take back every word that you ever spoke to me.
I lost myself inside the things you've done to me.
That's why I always run away from everything.
Every time that you hear this sound, will you remember?
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5. |
Wasted Days
03:00
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I have a death wish.
I’ll waste these days away.
I’ll let the dark fill my grave until my eyes can’t see.
This is a promise in our desperate time.
With our minds filled with horror, all our hearts sing disorder:
“Disorder.”
Turn your back on the world that they gave you and reach for the sun.
“Disorder.”
Where will you be when the world lives on?
Marks upon my beating heart.
I’m lifted to be of what was lost from the get go.
Let go.
Traded with all that designs.
Self excuses used to many times.
I’ll take these wasted days into my grave, and if I end up dead, it’s from the voices in my head.
Do you remember when there was nothing said besides: “I could kill all the way”, because you said that this was “do or die”.
I’ll take these wasted days into my grave and my ending foes are closing in.
Turns; I’m left to wander on the floor.
This is a fate well rehearsed, it’s a seed that I can’t pick up inside my head.
Those words you used to speak to me.
The words you used to speak to me.
The words you used to speak to me, a way to move the dead.
Like, “How do I become a better man, like my father?”
My turns could work, there’s no one there.
Take everything away from me, I’m fine to sell another one.
Thank you for my only; I am dead to myself.
I’ll take these wasted days into my grave and if I end up dead, it’s from the voices in my head.
Do you remember when there was nothing said besides: “I could kill all the way”, because you said that this was “do or die”.
I’ll take these wasted days into my grave,
I’ll take these wasted days into my grave and my ending foes are closing in.
Turns; I’m left to wander on the floor.
Your god is dead to me. Take away what’s ever been somewhat close to me, and if I end up like you, I’d wrap my neck in a noose and made sure it killed me.
Your god is dead to me.
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6. |
Singularity
04:30
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7. |
Omens
03:28
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Is my soul of worth?
In you, I've been staring at the end of our rush.If we end up alive in the end, you'll be the first I choose to run to. Do we ever have a choice past the same lines our times have traveled? If you leave it up to me, I'll have the world reshaped in our love.
Desire control, filled dark, their foreheads are marked and all the time in the world to ponder on mistakes we've made.
Serpent birth, gutted harlot, speak in tongues on my flesh, let me knife the world that I'm in, and the past is far from over, pity dolls, could’ve been’s.
Devil grant me their words, Devil grant me their deaths.
Body count.
Separate, separate, no limit found.
The end is nigh for the both of our families, through fire and blood.
We have sworn to put the enemies back into their graves.
We want the hour of the flood to bring the balance back to our souls.
A picture worth much more than others are sold, I never thought I'd see the day of the passing.
When the world is over will you run off the edge with the setting sun?
I feel you close to me, into me, being me.
If my body is a temple, write your curses on the walls.
Write your curses.
Moving walls, collapsing mirrors.
I feel you so close to me but I know you're so close to everything.
Desire, filled dark, death plots, foreheads are marked.
If you're running from your own mind, seek the fonder side.
Running off the coast, these dreams of mine will never ever end.
Open up the eye and bring the world to it's deserving death.
Keeping to this void, I've felt so comfortable for all these years, trapped with your ghost.
It takes apart of me, a part of me, and my family could've told me everything. Now I am cold with not much to show with a sea that's never calm.
My mother’s dead, my friends are dead. Died with needles in their arms.
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8. |
Indian Laughter
02:24
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My desperate apprentice, look not with your eyes. Fix your sight within.
“We can see, we can see.”
When the weight of the world that’s so captivating tempted to break my bones and return me to dust...
I’ll never die by the claws of the great big eater. I died in black to be free of fear. It’s what makes my bones weak with a sickness incurable.
Indian laughter. Gold dust from the moth’s back. The old ones and their eyes shone right through the issues. It’s your importance that has made you blind. Is it your body, or is it your fucking mind?
We must bow to our majesty.
The infernal voice has spoken: “The dead speak to my empty soul.”
The flood has raised and the game is over. I move on and on and now no one knows.
In short, of the filthy sweep of the undertow, a memory sense of beings low drowning just to hear those notes. They keep me close. The choirs of beings low are singing:
“Sorceress in the Devil’s cloak.”
Goes to show I’m my own fucking foe.
What is written in blood while the beings sink me in?
There's a cut where you used to be. That's the most of our story, now there's no one left.
It empties me.
It goes to show that the first is never enough.
The swell is deep, and it’s starting to take me in.
“It’s taking me in. It’s taking me.”
Save; Save yourself a lie.
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9. |
Incident
02:46
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10. |
If
02:18
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If I were a river, you'd be the valley I'd flow right through.
If you were a tree, you'd be the ground from which I grew.
If I were a mountain, you would be the sky to which I was bound.
You'd be the sun that life revolved around.
If I were the ocean, you'd be the shore I'd rush to meet.
If I were a dancer, you would be the stage beneath my feet.
If I were a dove, you'd be the hands that set me free.
If I were a song, you'd be the only voice to sing to me.
Where have you come from, sweet ache?
Is it these depths that lead to the bottom of my beating heart?
It breaks to see you go.
I won’t forget you, no.
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