1. |
Digging Downward
07:06
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I reach out with my hand
Shake with the dead
They guide me to
And show me
Just what I'm missing
I learned to taste decay of leaves
On autumn breeze
I found a peace in shade of trees
From summer heat
And I'm making you a part of me
Join me
You make it look so easy
This cold winter chill
Keeps digging downward still
Digging downward still
What say the words upon my grave
What tributes come to where I lay
Stay a while and listen
To the words you can hear in this place
They don’t deny your existence
They hear every word we say
There's no sleep for me
My guardians are dead
They left me here, I'm on my own
Existential dread
I'm sinking into the unknown
Making you a part of me
Feel the warmth relax your pores
I won't rest ‘til you let me in
I'm addicted
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2. |
I Deny Me
04:40
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I DENY ME
Awake in frame
A dream like state
The space in mirrors accelerates
A well lit subject waits in frame
With a face that used to bring me peace
Now I'm haunted by the way she looks at me
I'm haunted by the way she seems to know how
I've been running away
From my sanctuary
It seemed like a place for kings and queens
But not for me
Don't speak
Don't say anything at all
You're lying to yourself
Dismissing it all
I've been running away
from my sanctuary
It seems like a place for kings and queens
But not for me
I deny me
Painful is the truth
No invitation stands
I need you out of my head
I reach to heal your hands
After you've broken mine
Life's like a sea of broken hands
You see
I could be I
You would still be you
Painful is the truth
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3. |
Simple Vision
03:49
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I feel like a newborn
I feel like a newborn boy
But only if it's true, the things that you consume will become you
If that's the lesson to teach
Let my cannibal bring me peace
And feast upon my
Upon my future
You usually walk before you run
In the arena of life my first lesson was death
On the way I've become
Accustomed to the taste on my tongue
Red on my tongue
Where I broke my teeth on the thought of tenderness
I've the mind of a mute who sings to express
Such warm like a brick in the back of my hand
I can't grasp what you speak of
Or put it into context
So ill
Keep doing what I do best
Chewing on the flesh
Chewing on
My bindings
In this bed of resistance
Where I'm lashing out
So keep your distance
Reeling from this sense of shame
That I had no hand in
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4. |
Bloom
04:14
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You are a candle handed barber
Your proximity assists to extend a victim list
What if you’re right?
What if you were right and I was buried under
Gasoline and lies
You left us in ribbons
The colour of your choice
Reel me in
Dead end creator
Green Light
Streamline
How this falls apart
Prime time
Flat line
Watch as I fall apart
I can't feed or fight
Your delusion
It's out of sight
Not out of mind
Institution
Green Light
Streamline
The decay of the heart
I never laid a finger
I brandished no blade
Does blood mean nothing anymore?
The flies on the wall
They are laughing as they crawl inside
And trace each step
You said
When it comes to ownership
This was yours not mine
I'll cut away
I'll cut away and make a quill to write it right
With blood from your spine
You coward
Blood means nothing anymore
Cut away see if it inspires any sympathy
Cut away and see if it inspires any sympathy
Cut away
You've found your ribbons
Wear them well
Cuz I can't feed or fight your delusion
Dead end creator
Delusion Delusion Delusion
Dead end creator
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5. |
Void Response
05:45
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Wake up
Your sleeping tongue
Lift those shades, reveal
Daggers of wine
Concealing twisted fiber optics
Under casket shutters
Lids to our eyes
We're piece by piece
Skin fusing to a dead machine
That doesn't think or breathe for itself
So why should we
When each day brings another sweet defeat
To the skeletal curtain draped around
The mess that I call me
It's growing stronger now
Fear crawls it's way from deep down
Your denial brings me life
I felt my future manifest, it's a phantom
A bride to be until the end of time
Where every day, and every night
She's draped in black on black on black
We're piece by piece
Skin fusing to a dead machine
That doesn't think or breathe for itself
So why should we
When each day brings another sweet defeat
To the skeletal curtain draped around
The mess that I call me
Your denial brings me life
I have come to take your life
Take my hand, it's my paternal right
All I want is to take what's mine
Ease your pain I'm sharpening these daggers of wine
I have come to break you
Destroy every move you make
Suck the life from you
In fever life remains
Cutting so deeply
Numbing completely
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