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Lachecism
04:23
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Indifference. Apathy. Knowing we may not survive.
We wait, patiently, as disasters arrive.
The world, it burns to death, and I feel fine.
The headlines, they quote, the end is near.
The headlines they quote, the end is here.
Your body, it feels warm, as we burn.
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PSFS is on Fire
03:26
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Everything is ok?
1800 Days since liberty gave away
Waning faith, endless storms of fire, it has rained
Pushed to our knees, and yet we still pray
Many moons, absent sun, we hope for things to change
We pray for things to change
On Market, nothing is ok
beggars flee, townsmen flea and run to avoid the reigns
Off Broad, nothing is ok
we pinch, ingest, inhale and drink to drown out the pain
The South has never been the same
we run, we hide, we stay inside as society decays
The North will never change
hopeless, aimless, can't avoid to dream another day
We live, we try, we fail, we cry, we pray, we lie, we quit, we die
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The History of Mythology proves what is dead can never die
This city is born of flames, from ashes we rise
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4. |
Sitting by the River
02:12
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(………..)
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Melatonin
05:12
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Suspension, Feels Like Retention
It wont let go
Illusions, more like confusion
Don't know where to go
Derision, gives me motivation
Remission, brings salvation
Now I can go
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When we are young
We know not how or when or why
We're simply taught to comply
They retain us with fear
"Your family son, has not a dime
but your servitude, for their crimes"
And so, our hearts become bricks
Heavy, bland and without a beat
left to strife, to make ends meet
And we become old
Remaining days, sparse and numbered
and to ourselves, we're left to ponder
And she was young
Somewhere near age four or five
Fathoming, how to survive
She gazed in my eyes
asked me "What's it like to die?"
The question took me by surprise
She stared down my soul
My face was blank, heart at a halt
Wanting to know, who was at fault?
I had no words just a thought
I know my days are sparse and numbered
When we are young
We know not how or when or why
We're simply taught to comply
They retain us with fear
"Your family son, has not a dime
but your servitude, for their crimes"
And so, our hearts become bricks
Heavy, bland and without a beat
left to strife, to make ends meet
And we become old
Remaining days, sparse and numbered
and to ourselves, we're left to ponder
And she was young
Somewhere near age four or five
Fathoming, how to survive
She gazed in my eyes
asked me "What's it like to die?"
The question took me by surprise
She stared down my soul
My face was blank, heart at a halt
Wanting to know, who was at fault?
I had no words just a thought
I know my days are sparse and numbered
By this child, left to wonder.....
What's it like on the other side?
I saw a woman on the other side.
Are the grasses green?
Rivers pristine?
Death to the queen?
Who keeps us unseen? child, left to wonder.....
What's it like on the other side?
I saw a woman on the other side.
Are the grasses green?
Rivers pristine?
Death to the queen?
Who keeps us unseen?
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7. |
Graceland
03:11
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(…..)
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8. |
Coke, No Ice
05:15
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Another long walk home, Its freezing and its cold
Cars plow us off the rode, and tell us wear to go
Pennies and a buck, sirens time to duck
bitch about our luck, about the girls we fucked
The walk home took all night, diner-stop for a bite
Enough change for a coke no ice, someday things might be nice
Since you left the world's empty, too soon departed my good friend
Winter will always remind me, how you knew the world would end
Another walk from camp, its freezing and its damp
shortcut up the ramp, took a hit from a glass-lamp
Bus-stop in the rain, fell asleep on the train
Busted lip left a stain, johnny-red will ease the pain
Since you left the world's empty, too soon departed my good friend
Winter will always remind me, how you knew the world would end
How could we know the world would end, without warning just like you had said
so 'til this day the winter remembers, the world was deprived that early December
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Duffless
04:12
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Drowning now, pounding them, how?
A kid once pure now drowns himself, in everything he feared
Ten years and one, the first half was fun
The last of which drags innocence so far away from here
He's bloated, income corroded
Choked up and breathless, viability at it's end
Sinning, is (not) winning
Anything pushed to excess, is not a godsend
Once golden, now stolen
This vessel of apathy sits in the hole in his chest
This back and forth, for what its worth
A lesson learned the hard way, I guess it's for the best?
Denial, mistrial
Perception, and the truth, are at a disparity
Purified, running dry
It's something that the souses call "clarity"
Thinking back, when he was young
Simpler times, aspiration
Abundant chest, fiery eyes
No worldly pleasures, to bastardize
Thinking back, when the ambition was full
Before the world's weight crushed his soul
No excuse to destroy the mind, no excuse to destroy the mind.
"There are better things that you will find...…."
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Fixation. Captivation. Obsession. Infatuation.
Emasculated. Manipulated. Facilitated. Predominated.
Aforementioned, Addiction. Departed, Temptation.
Abrupting, Disposition. Contriving, Liberation.
I hate to break the news to you, but our time as one was not so blissful.
Please don't think your role as sound, 'cause tramps like you are a dime a fistful.
Nothing is irreplaceable, finally I see that much clearer
For lust, like life, it comes and goes. You, my dear, are in the rearview mirror.
You think you're the "special one", and your charm may hurt like a loaded gun.
But I know now, I only stunted my own suffrage. It took a decade, but now I act my age.
Now I know, you are not the only one...…..
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