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I can barely make out your face
You’re getting more distant
Receding, receding
Are you facing me?
Is it your back I see?
I can't see you
Only black
I can't see you
In endless night
My dreams of dying
Are all that's left
Dream on, there's more left for me
Expanding blackness, torturing
Abstract form
Is it you,
Or am I alone again?
Kill me
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I step further into the forest
The breeze reminds me why I'm here
A history of failure surrounds me
It’s not terror I feel
(At least) not for much longer
Ropes and landmarkers
of a past without reason
I've camped in this wood
The meaning is lost
On these grounds of sour bliss
Where agony once stood
Dissolved into the soil
And made the earth
Fruitful
Roots of loneliness, rich with blood and tears
All forgotten fears
I scream to The, remember
Remember me in your soil
Desolation and turmoil
Nurturing life
You are not afraid, and neither am I
The end is near
“Treetops sway and then nothing”
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Illusions of safety,
This home is no longer.
Stripped from the comfort
Of pale armed immunity
These walls are decaying
Barren and hopeless
These walls are decaying
Lucid, backward revelries
I see the water outside,
Guarding insecurities
Time breaker, life ruiner
House me again with your crippling eyes
Comfort me again with your horrid lies
I thought I was home,
Complacent disdain
Drugs my thoughts
With repercussions of terror
Lock me in your doors
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Faces in the fire
Starring back at me
Weeping and crying
Crackle, set ablaze
Purpose by burning
Pleasure in their decay
Rot away (x3)
Faces of the wood
Tortured and misunderstood
Crying to exist
In a world that persists
On proclaiming
Corpses as gods
Feed me to your flame
Free me from this prison
Of my physical being
That is torn and repeating
Rot away (x3)
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(skit) Patch Jacket
01:23
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Fluid and flowing
Dark lather of night
Your song brings me to tears
Knowing your wind’s sigh
Knowing your fallen eyes
Have fallen on me
And now I see
You've seen me
In this despair
And sullen cloak
Liquid drenched vinyl coat
Rain defender, rain soaked stranger
Make me forget the hope
Of a sun that won’t burn out
Carry me with all my regrets
Rain defender (defend)
Your time is up
It's morning now
The sun's come up
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I know I’m blind
To the gifts of your lost eyes
I wish I could see like you
Abstract colors, blurred in front of me
That deviate from my physical self
Prevents the sharpness
That only your eyes can see
When you look at me.
Blisters prevent my grip
From seizing what presents itself
Gloves might help
But they'd only disguise
What lacks beneath my surface
Grey reflections
Darkened and unsaturated
Are they actually here
Or just lost on deaf ears?
It remains unclear
I wish I could see
The way you see the light
Differs from my gaze
I'm blackened and bruised
Carnal refuse
[EPILOGUE]
The borders of the mirror
Crop from the center
And I'll never see
What's become of me
Remind me that the light hasn't died...
Yet
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(Whether my eyes are closed or they open, it’s the same thing, It’s the same thing. I breath the same thing when I’m laying in the ocean. When they closed, or they’re open it’s just the same thing, I breath the same thing. When I’m laying in the ocean)
White walls are painted
Layer of something
Not absence in nothing
Not un-held yet
I’ll wait to release
Tattered, unsheathed
Breathless and cold
Real light doesn't blind me
Embraced, I’m cradling
(Nothing ever happens, nothing ever happens. Life begins then it ends and it’s so tragic. Nothing ever happens, nothing ever happens. Life begins then it ends, it’s just so tragic)
Wrapped in my comfortable shell
Hiding a horrid anxiety
Of failure
Holding again until the real light
Take me away from this agony
Anguish, extinguished
Depression is numbed
But held by loose fingers
Your temporary hold on me
I don't feel the cold
I don’t feel the cold,
When I feel your real light
(I wonder what my life is like, wonder what my life is like, wonder what my knife is like. Not afraid to climb the heights, wonder what my life is like)
Now I feel the cold
Gripping me with light
(When they’re closed or they open, it’s all the same thing. It’s all the same thing cuz we breath the same thing. When they’re closed or open, it’s all the same thing, it’s all the same thing. And we breath the same thing. From the ocean. Nothing ever happens, nothing ever happens, life begins and it ends and it ends so tragic. Nothing ever happens, nothing ever happens, break the rules of life and I turned into matter. I wonder what my life is like, I wonder what my knife is like. Let’s get it, climb the heights. In the dark, where you gonna find the light?)
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9. |
(skit) Periques
00:32
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ROMANTIC Hudson, New York
\rō-ˈman-tik, rə-\
1. having no basis in fact
2. impractical in conception or plan
3. the imaginative or emotional appeal
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