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x/lambda
00:52
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conclusion is a word made up by bad poets
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you could not sleep alone at night
you needed me, my warmth, my light
you are so young, and so wise
i won't let you through until the dead arise
sleep now, your pretty head will rest in my arms till they call
your heartbeat crawls slower, i am losing my grip, take my hand
wake up call, do you see it all
your heartbroken nerve has given you the call
do you hear it?
you look so scared, but it's alright, i am dead now
run, hide, for now you're alive
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infinite
04:03
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silk and modest shells in an empty house
confined to bedposts, we were locked in cells
let's take a chance and break our chains tonight
god have mercy, cause i can feel the light
but we were so damn infinite
and we were so close
day in, day out, we had made our peace
confused and driven, i couldn't leave my feet
you beat me to it, cleared the air of doubt
confined and broken, i watch from my cell
but we were so damn infinite
and we could've been so much more
breathing and lying, punctured and dying
we are both the same
move on our own axis, a modicum of misuse
to each their own gain
but believe me i can do better than this
baby, we'll make it alright
any chance of belief
is shadowed by the light
trust me, i am alive in this
body, and so are you
take me, however you please
there's so much to do
and we are so damn infinite
and we are so young
we are so damn infinite
don't let me sober
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4. |
settle in the suburbs
04:03
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i think i liked it better when
my life could be valued from one to ten
a shame things have to change
but i still feel the same as i did
i'm still a codependant switch
that's why i know what i've missed
i'm too scared to bite
i need you in my side
i can't do it alone
days will pass by like steps
when we find our path
in the desination
when we lose sensation
in the destination
when we lose sensation
in the destination
in the destination
in the destination
maybe they're right
so pick out a vocation
pick up procrastination
you'll grab your closest friends
and settle in the suburbs
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5. |
death of a spiral
04:28
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well you slept through the whole month
but nobody's waiting for you
in truth there's some respite
once you get past the hate that grew
well instead of obsessing
you survived on days and sense
commonly, what you call living
i call "i'd rather stay in"
cause once you are wronged
you feel wrong
and the days get so long
in sunlight, the world looks bright
like a fucking supernova
and if silence seems serene, then i'll face a passing grin
and i won't open my mouth again
once you are wronged
you feel wrong
and the days get so long
once you're unhinged
you notice the seams
in the death of your spiral everything matters
everything's matter, everything's matter
personal caucus, you are a sinner
you are the center, you are the center
death of a spiral everything matters
everything's matter, everything's matter
personal caucus, you are a sinner
you are the center, you are the center
you are the center, you are the center
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downpour
02:28
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hey there shadow standing on the edge of a drop
ever tired, never lasting, life's left the dock
tell me why yr sorrow has gone to yr head
you turn back, give one last answer, this is what you said:
the rain is in my head
my earth feels so cold tonight
and you are not my friend
you're nothing but an oversight
we burn and we bend
limbs into shackles of the night
and we lust to the end
looking for, looking for some light
and the rain is in my head
the rain is in my head
so fuck the weather
fuck the ocean
fuck the moon, the stars, and the trees
everything the universe has given, you slowly suck away from me
losing touch
traced in air
downpour's got me in despair
the rain is in my head
i am losing sight
we've broken, and i've bent
but i don't think i will see the light
no i don't think i will see the light
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misguided
04:10
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i stand in my figment of a meadow, and
watch the earth churn by, watch the branches slowly
fall, hear their call
i embrace the truth, step into a new light
or so i'm told, but i can't shake this sinking
feeling, i am falling
and i cannot speak
use my silence, the tears fall down your face
use my sorrow, use my embrace
we are fading, we are fading
hell's got a new name, the devil's got a new strut
she's walking in silence, clutching at her only
heart, we fall apart
we all fall apart, we all fall apart
don't believe my words, i can't even trust myself
but really what's that worth, when we're defined by someone else
someone else
and really, what am i worth to me?
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broken glass
06:44
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by design, i want a society built to cry
where nothing shows your pride than some empathy
i wish i had
a lie, where i could work 9 to 5
and know there wasn't a life
or anything i'd been missing
a lie...
that's when i come alive
and when i'm gone i want you to bury me at sea
away from any supposed friends or family
cause all that i want to be
is rotting fish food
i'm not real
at least it seems
all my discord comes from other people's dreams
and i don't know where i fell off the map
but this ship is sinking
and life seems so boring
i'm not here, no i'm not here
i'm gone, i'm just gone, i'm just gone, i'm just gone
i'm just gone, i'm just gone, i'm just gone
i'm just gone
i see clear, slowly
intricacies move me
i cannot feel this city anymore
rhetoric lends a hand
platitudes are never there
when you wait for it, sit there looking bored
eyes to yr new screen, nothing's gonna happen anyway
so guess i'll wait...
the sun drowns out the city sounds
i wanna drive far away from this town and never look back
i want to run as fast as i can
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