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Hate coming down
In my hand
Open yr wound
Answers bleed true
Hate myself for yr amusement
Owe yr time
To yr pain
The thorn in yr side
Reveals yr truth
A calm release
An empty feeling
We all store
Deep inside
As it takes control
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2. |
Bang
02:39
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Time takes hold
What you sow
I want yr truth
Power, greed, lies
Everything inside
No holds barred
What you start
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3. |
Passing Perceptions
02:42
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Another day has passed and yet I feel the same
Tipping the hourglass and count every grain you see
Send it all to the world and hope they reach the void
Drinking to waste my time, man, I feel annoyed
The place where I reside is starting to grow dull
Another argument lost, wasting our time to breathe
Tell me how do you repair this anxiety?
Another coffee, another beer, another thing to waste my time
I'm not alone with you and I, man, I feel alive
Take what you want from me
It's all that I can give
I will not feel the same
I will not feel this shame
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4. |
Definitions
05:34
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How do I describe my anger to you
A simple word won't do
How do we explain the depression we hold
Not every day is gold
I breathe it out and in
All my trust, all within it hurts
And I promise you I won't push it around
As you fall
It's so simple
To leave it out in the cold
But I won't
But I won't this time
It's so simple
To drown it out in the rain
Make you feel
Make you feel my pain
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5. |
End Scenes
05:10
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Ask to cease and desist
To destroy my name
Tell me what's it like to pretend you are God
Give it a shot, give it yr best
Lay it down on the ground
Cause I'd like to rest my head for a while
It's all fun and games
Till you destroy yr life
Tell me what's it like to know you are God
Was it worth, what's it worth
Was it worth the pain?
All yr hope, all yr dreams
Everything that you said
I never asked for it
I only wanted to change
Here we are
In our own paradise
Yet you love to draw lines in the snd
Was it worth, what's it worth
Was it worth the mess?
Cause I'd like to rest my head for a while
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6. |
Richard
03:06
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Who said they hurt you?
Was it yr pride or ego?
I couldn't tell, man
So easily triggered
By the power of a woman
I can see it in yr face
I've got it made, man
Gonna hunt you down
By the power invested in me yr through
You sonofa bitch I'll make it through
Well it's so damn easy
To point you out in a crowd
Like a finger on yr back
What makes a man a coward?
Is it his pride or wealth?
Well, I don't fucking know
You made it easy
With everything that you said
And where you stand
I've got it made, man
Gonna hunt you down
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7. |
Crucifix
04:26
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He walks the streets alone at night
In a town that he once knew
Stare at the wall long enough to think about
All the change he's been through
They build the monuments to themselves
It's an ideal of capitalism
They move in the rich and drive out the poor
Like the skeeving rats that they are
I've seen them, man
They don't know how they'll die
He doesn't know what to think
With all the change he's been through
Tore down his home and they erected a condo
Devoid of everything good in life
He draws a bath
He makes it warm
He draws a blade from memory and scorn
And draws a crucifix down his arm
At least he knows how he'll die
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8. |
Blackened
03:18
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Take it down to a place
Where we hide from our disgrace
I don't know how to say
Everything is not okay
Bury yr heart deep inside
The day is long as we swallow our pride
We all know how to say
Everything is not okay
I don' want to choose
Everything that I know
Can it be what you want
Holds me while you chew
Take it down to yr place
Where we all serve from yr face
We all know how to say
Everything is not okay
I don't want to choose
Everything that you have to do
Fuck everything that you want
It doesn't much to me
Hate
Fear
Self
Doubt
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9. |
Lake Song
09:37
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There's a light on the hill
A beacon through the fog
It's guiding him home
She stands alone
Across an empty shoreline
Praying to the waves
Inside their home
The fire grows dim
It's an ember that clings on
And the scurry of cats
Can be heard in the distance
Reminds her...
Reminds...
Take my body home
He stands at the stern of the ship
His mast is torn
And the winds have died down
He casts his net
And hopes for return
Bring it home
He watches the stars
As they shift and fade
Hovering through the night
He holds on to a thought
That keeps him going
Bring him back home
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steve
tom
bill
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