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short arms, deep pockets
04:05
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Exalt consumption and the spoon that feeds
The fruit of our labor rots under the tree
It pains me to know that
You don’t see the fallacy they teach
You don’t see the idols that you keep
we don’t need abundance to succeed
This slaughterhouse kills more than it feeds
No satisfaction left in life
No community left in sight
Still unfulfilled on the inside
why are you longing the approval of mankind?
Why worship the voice in your mind?
You’re searching for truth amongst lies
Afraid of empty hands
Ignore your empty heart
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2. |
silence is a symphony
03:21
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Exhaustion
Entire dismay
No future left for me
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Their hands are tied by corruption and lies they sit and hold their tongues saying nothing can be done choosing not to speak when injustice plagues the weak
they seek a worldly existence so bleak
Run and hide when confronted on their pride
It’s said and done to say the least
the choice is gone
Suffocate in their silence
who is truly free?
chained down so long
Indisposition gets worse with time
A false sense of improvement hinders the initiative for action
They claim a honorable existence but I
strain my eyes to see the difference they said they make
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a mirror is the saddest painting
Youthfulness is lost in the blink of an eye and all you’ve done is satisfy yourself
What am I supposed to do
When my passions fading out of view
And the blurry lines are bleeding through
Can I rest in you
What am I supposed to say
When the memories all turn to grey
all that’s left for us is to decay
these thoughts replay
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5. |
3.16.03
01:59
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6. |
rub some dirt on it
02:50
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I’m so tired of seeking revenge against myself
and who I have been
I’ve swallowed every word I’ve said
How am I still so hollow
I’m losing hope while finding yours
I’m searching for the past again and falling short
Look back At what was not said
I stomached what I did not show
As I watch These moments flooding back I hope this time the silence will last
Giving up seems better than the thought of surrounding myself in
these moments flooding back now I know never to get so attached
All along chasing shadows I thought you had been here
Indifference
Disregard
no understanding
Ive felt you push away from me so much
it’s like it’s all I know
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7. |
whisper for help
04:26
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hide my face and whisper for help
there’s so much to grasp but nothing left to say
you let this fall apart
Detach so easy
Something’s are meant to fade
Not this
Don’t let this fall apart
Not us
I felt the weight
When it all came down
We share a longing for what was in a gentle exchange of unclear recollection
Suppressed by the apprehension to fail again
We seek a perfect iteration of what we had
Some things will never be the same
Hindsight is a curse
I’m left here calling out your name
Saying next time things won’t be the same
prolong this withdrawal for so long
It cost all of me when I shut down my instincts
Now I reach for what’s not there
Recollection haunts this fortress that was built on naive trust
Hindsight is a curse
(Never will be the same)
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You saved my life
Hold this close
Don’t let go
Swear this is something we’ll never outgrow
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