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Remington
02:48
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It don’t seem to be much more than he could ever be
A stature wrought among the stars
In every eye all swollen dry so cast outside
It’s sentimental as a scar
A sacred sun to come undone
It’s so damn fun and all familiar as a wave
And maybe he won’t notice me if I go for free
Never the same
Shivering all afraid
Souls in the way
Every single day
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Shores
03:39
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You’ll never see what the sea could be
You’re paralyzed with everything outside of me
And all you need to know, it’s not eternity
And that’s the way it’s supposed to be
You’ll never hear what the sea could try to say
Legs upon the edges of a rocky bay
You’re staring at the tide as it rolls, recede and cries
It’s all a wash if you close your eyes
Don’t let it seep into you mind
Just relish in the fantasy and times of crime
And in it you will find a page of blacked out lines
Copy them until they shine
You’ll never see me bleed
Cerebellum petrified ossuary
And all you need to know is it don’t come for free
I guess I’ll see you in my dreams
Oh, so cold and so long, and high as home and I don’t know
Higher notions of everlasting love
Where do you see yourself in five year? I don’t fucking know.
Higher notions of everlasting love
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3. |
CSA
03:44
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Uncouth of a bricklayer
Silence now
In sterile halls, no time befalls
Sullen, frozen
Holding onto Earth and oxygen
To care but not know how
All the world will be your enemy, prince of 1000 enemies
Whenever they catch you they will kill you
But first they must catch you
Open eyelids somber to display them
And half the world comes dancing in
And I’m to weak to hold your hand
Oh so cruel
Lay them open
Cast beneath the trading winds again
From there forgotten now
Lead so bleak
Hope will come to know what this will mean
But they just don’t know how
Two little babies lying alone
One did die but the other would grow, to love ones not unlike herself
Was there in morning to take up your time
Blue cup, wooden spoon and toothless smile
Just a shaking the spine of your patience all divide
But now you’re gone
A family wasting away, forever lost
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4. |
Cerumen
06:33
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Eyelids shelter to shade
Untold violence precipitate
Errors unseen before
Via vantage of kitchen floor
I will seek to salve my wounds in haste of mind, to close to the moon
And feel alright
You are a liar which is more than I can say for myself
Openly I have not much to say, It is hard to be on when you’re so far away from me
Golden rays unfold so strange, forever yours to rearrange
Eve to islands
Too guarded amongst other things the soul will grow and them I’m awake
Without a home to vacate or plea to take
El-ahrairah sees more than I could know
Unlucky one, so meek and slow
Openly I have not much to say, It is hard to be on when you’re so far away from me
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5. |
Meeble
02:28
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It was all in my head anyway
Coming back forward to know
He’s alright or ok, more than enough to be told
What a coward, such a fake
Not the sentry he set out to make
Thief of wicker and lace
Time put that child in his place
Away
All today
Go away
All today
Anytime I’m around you’re away
That’s the way I’d like it to stay
Cloud mouth, stammering
Or just saving face
Broken lyre, empty vial wasted space
Drown in that mire you’ve made
No more blight, only know
Go Away
All today
Go away
All today
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Forlorn light, thought Charlie left me in the night
They concealed, held shut my eyes to make it real
Dwelled for days on cleanthly souls and empty cage
Let me be, open up my heart and let me bleed
Crying art
Sweet Charlie and I torn apart
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