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Bronze
02:30
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We're suspended,
In an infinite expanse of light.
We're holding,
One another in the cherry blossom white.
Then I awake
And your ghost has left.
Broken and outstretched,
Stretched out for your embrace.
The memory pains
Make it hard to forget.
The last leaves of red
Have blown into ash.
The arching boughs cast dappling
Shadows onto the soil.
I roam with a pendulous heart exposed
Hanging like a stone, Swinging with the wind, Freezing with the cold
You had me at the mercy of the world.
The stars do me no good, even in the sun there's a shadow inside
Only darkness in the wood
it was you who turned out the light.
Thorns rise to the sky,
The rivers have run dry,
Bronze turns to white
There's only footprints in the snow.
Another man grows.
Another man disappears.
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I awoke to an enveloping grey and the sound of a dead beat drum
Every breath feels like an anchor as time drones on and on.
All this time i've been dwelling on these restless nights
Trying to find where i went wrong.
I tried to hide the emptiness gnawing at my insides
But my vacant smile reveals it all.
I awoke to an enveloping grey and the sound of a dead beat drum
Everyday brings disappointment and time drones on and on.
The cycle repeats and I am consumed
By my sense of defeat
Everyday is the same
And there's nothing to eat
But my words
They're bitter from the sound to the taste
But they're the only thing that keeps me
From rotting away.
I'm trapped in my casket home where there's nothing but fear
In a community fractured by cursed words that's keeping me scared
I'm screaming in empty rooms just so I can be heard
And i'll fight this place with every single word.
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3. |
Sunken Death Temple
02:18
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Despair grips me as I feel defeat
It tortures me like the conscience of thieves
As I utter a broken whisper, "have you ever loved a wretch like me?"
My misery flows thick in the pit of my heart,
Throw me to the wolves let them rip me apart,
They aim for my heart.
My mouth opens up but there's no words to speak
So I beg for your forgiveness but patience is leaving me,
I tremble with the fright of an orphaned child
As i grow full of self-hatred all the while.
So I'll lie in wait, waiting for the day that I can speak of true love
but I know, I know that i'll walk this earth alone
Rejected, conflicted and full of shattered hopes.
(My honesty) My honesty will be the death of me
(Hopeless) as I choke upon my hopeless heart.
Some days i'd rather speak in tongues
Than let my silence tear me apart.
Hopeless.
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4. |
Oak & Thunder
03:06
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Your breath is falling,
Your body's leaving
And death is sweeping you.
Our hearts are slowing,
Your veins are seizing up
And my chest is caving in.
I never knew emptiness carries a weight of the earth,
Splintering every bone,
Lungs weep in the light of the moon.
A world like ice and crystalline
Where only hurt exists
Is this place i'm living in
But i'll keep to the rule of love
And i'll stick by your hospital bed.
Hold your hand after everyone's left
'Cos these last roads are too tough alone
I've been there myself
And i'll watch your eclipse
As the last shining light of you emits.
I've done the best I can
'Cos what is living without it.
The memory of you, forever haunts my soul
As i felt your pain and watched the lights fade from your eyes
So always know.
I love you more than you will ever know
As i'm screaming out
"Oh sweet despair, you're all i've ever known"
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