1. |
Bent and Broken Stems
04:30
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I toil in dying dirt that's all but fated (faded)
Wrapping calloused hands around the stalks of weeds
In an attempt to prevent what’s anticipated
But the roots are much too deep (And my hands are much too weak)
They say you reap what you sow
But see my scythe is dull now
And I’m getting tangled up in growth
So I’ll wear this thorned crown
And with every blow of the wind it spreads their seeds
Unto the dying dirt from which it feeds
Nourished only with the blood, sweat, and tears
Spread from countless half-forgotten memories of what’s to come
My body lie elsewhere
Restless in a bed of broken mirrors
I catch a glimpse of something called self-reflection
I’d like to look away but that burning image is staring me right in the eyes
They say you reap what you sow
But see my scythe is dull now
And I’m getting tangled up in growth
So I’ll wear this thorned crown
And with every blow of the wind it spreads their seeds
Unto the dying dirt from which it feeds
Nourished only with the blood, sweat, and tears
Spread from countless half-forgotten memories of what’s to come
So sharpen your blade and hurry up
I'm getting quite impossible to cut
And I know you'd like to get out
And this fire in my lungs
Is venting the smoke off of my tongue
Just to suffocate us all
And I know I'll survive this drought
But I have more than an itching doubt
That you won't make it out of here alive
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2. |
Daybreak
05:05
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I was just one in life
Breaking at every seam
Living a sleepless dream
And falling down
We'll swim through the waters
While parting the lies
We look at each other
Into our dim eyes
I toss the night away
A broken break of day
I gasp and hold my breath
A night just like the rest
Broken hands and weak walls
I tried just to close my eyes
A bitter pill caught in my throat
I struggle as I choke
I was just wandering life
Waking but not yet seen
We've traveled so far from right
Trapped in what might have been
This is the end of night
The day comes with scorching eyes
The rays dig under my skin
Just to end rest before it begins
We were not done with life
Suffering and not yet clean
We'll drown in the waters
Of what we've never seen
A moment that's lost to time
Biting our tongues and screams
These windows so smeared with grime
They could have never been
I toss the night away
A broken break of day
I gasp and hold my breath
A night just like the rest
Broken hands and weak walls
I tried just to close my eyes
A bitter pill caught in my throat
I struggle as I choke
Lips are cracked and eyes are sore
Body drained and thoughts no more.
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3. |
Cracked Lips
06:18
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How can the cracks not show here anymore?
They still hurt when I run
No words, no actions, not a single touch
Can change the minds of the ones I used to love.
The air is dry
I can’t move
No effort
To renew
I can only tell myself that I don’t need your structure
How can the cracks not show here anymore?
They still hurt when I run
No words, no actions, not a single touch
Can change the minds of the ones I used to love.
A slight chronic ache
That came on slow
And I couldn’t hold it back
I wasn’t holding back
The faults of its ghost
'Cause I had no idea that it had longed to fade
Was only able to catch
The aftertaste
Of a slowly eroded path
I try to turn my face
Without looking back
The truth is I know
And I’m trying to drown
Finally dropped this weight
I’ve picked up something new
A new sense of futile guilt
And nothing
To reflect upon
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4. |
Tunnel Vision
04:15
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We're all walking alone
Unaware of our surroundings
Blind to the things
That our shadows casting
We should walk together
But we're caught up in our own perceptions
Lead down a primrose path
Of our own wrongful convictions
And I know what lies behind these walls
But I can't look
And I know
If I were to let go
Then things could change
But my feelings
Are firmly in the way
It's my decision
So leave it alone
If I see through it
Then you'll know
The hand's movement has caught your eye
As the pendulum swinging from side to side
And the clock ticks slower
Over and over
The match slides cross the striking strip
As the word "stop" is uttered past your lips
But you're far too late
Now that your back is turned
You've learned that you've gotta let it burn
And move on
And let the ash cleanse you
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5. |
Hallway
05:09
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I thought I heard you say that this is not enough
But when I turned my head you said instead
This is giving up
I never thought I’d
Get so far from broken
All these words unspoken
Not a day goes by
Is this sanity
I’ll make believe
I'll dream of a world where I don't always leave
A voice of reason makes me clean
I'm still a coward
I've always been
Because I quit before I win
You'd think by now that I'd be void of inspiration
But I breathe thoughts of you with every exhalation
A voice of reason
Make me clean
Another season
Of the same history
Is this sanity
I’ll make believe
I'll dream a life where I don't always leave
A better future makes me clean
But I'm still a coward
I've always been
Because I quit before I win
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