1. |
a forgotten trace
01:51
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i'm screaming
in a cast of fools
so bleeding
is a path of you
fuck the north star that
pierces in your chest
so beautiful i drew the sketch
it's a decorative
piece of mind
which direction
do i take
is there anything
there for me
there for me to make
[so maybe i was just wondering
if constancy is really so worth it after all
it's probably just something i have to live with
and it's probably just something i'm going to have to go through with]
in scars
i'm melancholic
i dont need to drive
i'm just left
far from here
away from this world
away from this world
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2. |
hollow cliff edges
02:41
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can you hear me
wondering why
it's a slow pace to take
the bridges i can't fake
i broke this gem
of your life
sometimes i have to wake
this breath is all at stake
suddenly delightful, this thing i speak of
talking of your mind - so sorrowful it's mine
mistake - solitude is here
i'm wasting every second of what you fear
[have you ever thought about if things were supposed to come true?
because i like to say that i haven't, just to make things easier for myself
and maybe then i can carry on]
austere
the meaning
it's not real
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3. |
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so what did you mean?
when you promised this for me
in my head
i was dead.
so frustrating, it's never liberating
wishing it all away
pointing fingers at a common place in my bed
instead!
bitter soliloquys
that mean nothing
but to go with this song
am i wrong?
the heat that seems so fragile
and the beat that's so substantial
in my heart
for the last time
for the first time
i'm doing it all wrong
i know it means forever
in this red that i bled
in an open heart
an open wound
the thirst that's everlasting
sounded good in my head.
it sounded good in my head.
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4. |
imagining convergence
02:18
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what have you done
with all this time
just stand in line
i will make it for you
so i can take
all that is fake
chewed up in sorrow
i was standing and true
every moment
is a soul that is born
in our eyes we're not crying
just moving on in waves of glory
and blood with all this latching on and on
so misery is what it takes for me
to run to the river
and flow along with it
not like i have a choice
when you're deserted
all i wonder is what it is
that's so meaningful
in this life
[every single day i think about what the meaning of all this is,
and every day that comes i tell myself it's all going to be okay
so i guess i'll just stay here, and i'll just be able to live and breathe once again]
mistakes that are made
are watching on the other side
away from this common strife
to make the most of it
no passion for what you call...
liberty
is just
passing on this time
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what we heard Macclesfield, UK
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