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The Blues
00:43
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Ghost of Burden
03:41
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I hold my breath to see if I'm alive
Self loathing hatred, just lay me to rest
My mind's playing tricks, cold shivers down my spine
How am I expected to help anyone else
Lie to me
My only light fades away
Clawing onto what I have left
My demons have seen the worst of me
But I haven't seen the worst of them
To throw it all away just for the rush
Make me feel something else
Lie to me
When everything I have and everything I love, turns to dust
My only light fades away
Clawing onto what I have left
Pray to god that I'm safe from my demons embrace
Am I safe
Lie to me
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3. |
Pretender
04:21
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Caught in anguish, yet again. How long, will I endure?
I’m the youngest one of my kin, reflected to a sin. Nothing to no one, a faceless disguise I despise.
Well it feels like deja vu my friend, I've been here before. Pills wont get me through the day, but I won't let this be the end of me
The voices they say, hide away
Anxious, nervous, hopeless, a quiet death suits me just fine
Nothing to no one, a faceless disguise I despise
I’m the youngest one of my kin, reflected to a sin, looking behind the curtain, to see who pulls the strings
Anxious, hopeless
I’m nothing to no one
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Empty Walls
02:59
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Home, where you were never present, relieve her of all your sins
You held me close once upon a time, but I’m talking to the past
You live and you learn what you preach. You swore, I’d never end up here again
This isn’t what she wanted, she waited by the table, for you to come home
Hollow home
Look me in the face, and tell me I’m the one to blame
You live and you learn what you preach, just blame it on me
Home, where you were never present, relieve her of all your sins
You held me close once upon a time, but I’m talking to the past
Lead me
I’ve grown heartless, I’ve grown numb to the bone
Will I ever be loved
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Shiver
04:32
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The loud voices in his head, screaming one by one, another night in the house alone, with only demons by his side, she left him
The poison fills his veins, the only way that he could cope with this
Pouring glass after glass, to ease the pain, but they said it’d be okay, in the end
You found your place in the doldrums, sink deep and they’ll never see, you’re drowning, it's all in your head
Another sleepless night, he stares into the wall, relieved to find out, that it’s not real
A hopeless cause, struggling to breathe, but I feel just fine, you told them
Another sleepless night, again
Pouring glass after glass, to ease the pain, but they said it’d be okay
in the end
You found your place in the doldrums, sink deep and they’ll never see, you’re drowning
For every second I’m lying awake, it haunts me
I’d rather die alone
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6. |
A Tragedy Undone
02:53
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What's left of me, a hollow shell, to the very core, ask and you shall recieve, the blight of me
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What's Truly Lost
05:59
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Darkness, consuming his mind piece by piece, and I can't seem to make out his beliefs, what it is that makes a man feel complete
Send him off, miles away, fades away
To forget his own name
Will you forget my name, and all I ever stood for
When all I see, is nothing more, than this vicious cycle
Will you forget my name, when everything I ever stood for
Fades away
As long as I breathe, the memories, fades away
For every sun that sets, the memory, fades away
I am my fathers child
The memories, I grieve
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