1. |
New Abuse
01:54
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Put up the blinders, let's go
A new urge that keeps the night moving
In a way truly unnerving
Empty us the whole world through
Ego trip that's tied to
Calculating every move
Don't hear what I say, just say what I do
Walk, how I go
From scrape to open wound
I can't stop scratching at you
I just kept gnawing at you
Down to the bone
Embedded in your soul
Oh what a futile stride this is, oh what a futile stride it's been
Good culture, it does not exists. Good culture, does not exist
And no matter how hard you seek, to find it
How dare you all collude against me
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2. |
This Is Out Of Body
02:27
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Uncertainty, it lies ahead (Where I am)
Designed within this lack of confidence (I reach but nothing seems to grab)
One push was all it took to change the tides
Of a precursor, I'm a precursor of life
And if the end result is inevitable death
How the fuck am I expected to keep a driving mindset
And how could I feel at ease with my time spent (wasted away)
Fill your mouth with dirt
Cover your body in earth
In a black hole mind of a different kind (this is out of body)
A new host will hold absolutely no alleviation
A fast approach to an end we chose
Same sorry story as the ones before
(Wade in place) but breathe just a little bit
And you'll get use to it
Well you read me for filth
Barren underneath a constant black cavity, I will suspend into
No walls, no ground, just an ever fading sound
Im still in the same place you left me in
FUCK
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3. |
OverBering Sea
02:46
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YEAH
Doin' an awful lot of thinking for someone with an empty head
I've been
Doin'
An awful lot of breathing for someone who should be dead
Those smooth seas, they never made a skilled sailor but your awfully brave and comfortable
What the fuck is your secret
I got nothing to my name, when I die, nothing will change.
A dying breed going straight to fuckin' hell
I'm not sure if its killing me or making me stronger
Pretty than black
So pretty, than black
Obey your individuality away to me
Obey it all away
You've got to obey it
You know you have got to obey it
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4. |
Notch
03:10
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(We are) Cursed and relinquished
Not knowing my fate
Overlooked the semantics, blatantly unscathed
To my apprehension, the day is null
Finding my peace, when the sun does not show
(and I cant take)
Another night in distillation
My body cleansed as I ignore the formality of it alright
No searching for something substantial anymore
We'll keep our heads, at the same sorry pace
Lead to division, in this confluence, now we sway
Pissass?
Now we sway
Enjoy it while you can
Cuz only the dead have seen the end of war
Old highs, New lows, What do you do when there's nowhere to go
Got nothing to show and I know
(I've)spent my whole life gathering, guest for my funeral
If I have one at all
And it gets worse
It gets worse before it gets worse, gets worse before it gets worse
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5. |
South Of The Trenches
02:00
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I've been rotting
I've been rotting in this place for so long
Grief is not an emotion reserved for death
Oh what a better time to get this off of my chest
And I need the ever growing pressure to take heed and move about
And is it too much? Need it to stop now. Accordingly so
In the midst of chaos, I am
The whole world through, irreplaceable doubt, overbearing guilt
And at the end of searching
I'm not destined to be
Please, forgive my lapse in judgment
An underlying meaning that I just can't grasp
How truly insignificant we are after all
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6. |
Stress Fracture
02:25
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Gone are the days
Not at all interested
Spread myself so thin
This place has been a sinking ship and i'm finally up to my neck
Enjoy it while you can cause only the dead have seen the end
Came, it saw, it took everything that I had to pull that hook from the back of my throat
I spend the days still not at all interested
I spread myself so thin
This place has been
Hell
The lights went out
Blood in my mouth
And what was the intention here?
And what else have you got to say?
If anything at all
Gone are the days
Not at all interested
Spread myself so thin
This place has been
A sinking ship
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7. |
Ghost In My Place
03:43
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I've been locked in this black room
Sun doesn't rise, not this time
Can't remember a time that it has
But who needs to see
No way not here not now not me
Is this growth or have I become numb to the pain?
Left on standby
Has this feeling arrived?
Ghost in my place
Hope that he gets it right
We could only bandage this up for so long
Open wound and its bleeding raw
We could only bandage this for so long
Open wound, bleeding raw
Could only bandage it up for so long
Comatose, come on
Left on standby
Has this feeling arrived
Ghost in my place
Hope that he gets it right
Ghost in the walls, can't get em out
They come with the house
And the house always fucking wins
They come with the house
Why am I prone to endure omnipresence?
They come with the house
And would you pardon me?
I've been mistakingly petrified by the voice inside
It's been whispering to me all the things I don't wanna hear
Come on up
Have a seat
How do you plead?
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