1. |
Gray Line
02:58
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There is a thin gray line
That cycles at night and i don't know why
There is a thin blue line
I don't know why; serving ignorance
Try to fight, but it's the fucking same thing
Scribble all over our hearts
Black circle, rhythmic comfort
Tell us what to feel, tell us
When everyones the same but not fucking sane
Everyone's the same thing
Gray turns to black, black circle, guide us
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2. |
Dichotomy
02:11
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Dichotomy of life and death
Cobwebs sprawl and span
Locket trinket heart
Weak with futile efforts
How dare you not care?
How dare you sit there, how dare you tell me I'm not worth it?
Our muscles become strong when distended
Try until a world of arrogance and demise looks inside
The eyes of mothers, sisters, and wives
Treating foreign bodies with a lack of reverence
No victims, just survivors
Life for lives
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3. |
Retreat
01:25
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Transform from enraged
Fury to recluse
Sadness comes so quickly
I retreat
It stems from power and violence, here's the fusion
Quit making your excuses
It's not my fault
Take account of your shit
Sick of your lies and the hit
Ignorance of us, of it, and to it
You'll never get away
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4. |
False Hope
01:39
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The personalities that once were are stained black
So deeply they will never regain purity back
The souls that shined so bright
Now convoluted darkness, gravity will haunt you
Pluck that string and unleash
A speck of false hope may be true, but may be powder
I think you want out, think you want out
Self-inflicted magnifying glass
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5. |
Exposure
03:58
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Exposure to color, producing insomnia
The sweet crackles that coax us to point of decision
Cyclical repetition, see words spiral into oblivion
So tear away from that cave
Away from enemies, fall
Faux words spewing in a string that somehow doesn't seem
Protect, no rest for us
Falling with our stained black threads
Recoursing, reclaiming it now
Full body responsorial psalms
Recoarsing, reclaiming the breath that was once taken
From me and is lost now
Intentionally
Rejecting all parts
Wither to death
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