1. |
Reserve
00:46
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Plague run lands
Sink in waste
Corrode us now, shred the lines
Righteous riches, sacrificed
Corrode us now, shred the lines
Righteous riches, sacrificed
And in the end
"Was it worth it?"
Fresh start, young flame, faint heart
And we fucking destroyed it
The beauty we had
The beauty we had
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2. |
Hall of Mirrors
02:11
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Slight cut in my exposed skin
Peel down the remaining sin
Harsh lips at my fingertips
Split cloth and tattered grip
Pursed lips, lost within
Harsh lips and exposed skin
Running nails down my back
Drive the lashes, make me shift
Crucify my liquid spine
Cut the passion restarting
Parasite, through my eyes
Stepped voices, fading through
Blind, gone from sight
Like a stranger in the night
Lurk, find me now
Drifting city streets
Set the torches to the signs
Breech
Loan me your love
Loan me your love
Til I can’t spend anymore
Fuck...till my heart drops
What's spent is spent
Sutures to the sides
Bankruptcy between you and (me)
Everything I compensate, ends up dying in queue
Every time I compensate, I lose you and you and you
In my bloodshot hell, simply it's all of you.
Loan me your love
Fractured rights, in lieu of you
It's in lieu of you
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3. |
Quench
01:16
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Fixed, eyes, crossed rights
Til you, give up the thirst
Glass structures with tinted shades
Keeping up the thin charades
Rough curves on statuettes
Feed the mind for the grotesque
Fake fear, fake diction.
A palette for accustomed sin
In a crime you're indulging in
Fixed, eyes, crossed rights
Til you, give up the thirst
Give up the thirst
In the vein, of what's humane
Your myth, Your fraud, Your life concealed
Convenience over morals for mass appeal
Constant recurrence while you look away
Your myth, Your fraud, your life concealed
Fuck your convenience and mass appeal.
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4. |
Obsession
02:02
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I can't stand the way you stare
I can't stand the way you stare
I can't stand your constant gaze
Leave my mind in a dreary haze
Shut it down and lock me in
Cursed from sunset, never begin
Reverse me from fading stone
Falling fragments one by one
Shallow sight brings me in
Corrupt sunrise, never again
Strip it from the denial
Fallen friend repeat the cycle
Set me loose, fallen free
Capsized reality
Sunken soul, let it sever
The treasure is really never
Inside thee, faithfully
Lost in my black sea
Now we begin with original fucking sin
And now we must break free
Phantom forms of our loved ones
Phantom forms of our loved ones
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5. |
Correspondence
01:08
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Judge the masses with common fact
When has journalism ever overlapped
The purest intentions are rarely true
Blinding the world with their own view
The twisted perception of common ground
Shading the notion of something profound
When did conversation becomes unfit
Limiting knowledge for the spite of it
Force the hand and break the line
Glossed eyes, faulted fears
Suspend the score that was assigned
Masked tone, ruptured rights
Affix the guilt to crumble down
Blank stare, murder cites
Apprehend the trivial sound
Cracked touch, faded years
Criticize
Their voice
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6. |
Our Shade Casts Far
02:09
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We are the roses
Slowly casting doubt
Drowning our heads in the river beds
Wasting our time
We are the pedals
Falling to be free
Swift dance of ecstasy
Buying our time
Spend our days marking hollow graves
As we follow suit
Til our timely end
Fade away, drifting clouded cache
Now sift what is left
Til our timely end
Pledge to plague
Fright in frost
Lapse the love
Striped in the shade
Shade
They’re never coming back
They’re never coming back
I said they’re not coming back
Not now, not now
They’re never coming back
They’re never coming back
I said they’re not coming back
Not now, not now
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7. |
Symphonic Dissonance
01:56
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Harmony that we seek
That is left desperately bleak
Waves that forever fleet
The secrets are never sweet
Trust, rust, captive and just
Spinning down the fatal sound
Trust rust captive and just
Spinning down the fatal sound
Tattered claims and the hearts reign
The constant lurking fevered brain
In tainted fear that we endear
The longing efforts that are smeared
Now we see, just how blatantly
Sever this cast, forced and lashed
Now we see just how faithfully
Sever my past, caught in contrast
While I'm frozen still
Sever my past, caught contrast
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8. |
Confinement
00:57
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Feed the madness that madness brings
Tortured by the tethered strings
Ruin their rapture and strip their seams
File first and set the scene
Where are the last righteous ones?
Shred their fatal tongues
Their corroded tongues
False affection, forever captive
Sold for comfort, stuck in passive
Trace us back to the silver shields
Juliet to Joliet, the past won't forget you yet
Free the past, sever the cast,
Free the past, free the past,
Eliminate from your grasp
From your grasp
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9. |
Revolver
02:11
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The doom in my voice is often forged from the sun
No malice, no cowardice, no salvation
Where is the comfort in repetition
Lack of predictions, tranquil fictions
Soured retinas collapsing the mind
Tame is often true, circuit circus will see me through
I’ll salivate at the chance
To guide my own trance
Here’s to the treacherous few
While the rest slowly accrue
The refreshing course that we find
While stuck in artificial twine
The whispers that we keep
Are forgetful subtleties
Lethal normalcy
Mixed with dissolving
Shock start a time-lapsed life
I’m the revolver
Devolving ways grow further
Reflections form a cynic
The lasting cycles of a skeptic
(me)
Devolve, Devolve, me
Devolve Devolve
I’m the revolver
Devolving ways grow further
Reflections form a cynic
The lasting cycles of a skeptic
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