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Absence
04:43
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There's nothing left for you to take, I'd give it if I could
A rotten bag of bones and tissue & tissue, blood, and in it, nothing good
I used to feel, I used to cry, but now there's nothing there
An absence of emotion, an absence of love and despair
I'd offer to you empathy but I cannot feel much
I'll place my hands upon your neck and squeeze until they touch
The fire in my eyes is nothing more than isolation
I'd give my life for yours without a moment's hesitation
An absence of love
An absence of hate
An absence of purpose
An absence of faith
An absence of envy
An absence of fight
An absence of feeling
An absence of light
Fit your fist down my throat and grab for something
Nothing but my organs turning into dust when touched
It's neither good nor bad
It may seem shocking to you but I couldn't give less of a fuck
If I wake up tomorrow, there's no happiness or sorrow
If you can fix this misery would there be something left to live for
something that would make it worth taking another breath
While you take hits of dopamine and think it makes your life complete
I want to watch you suffering, take part in witnessing your death
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Romance
03:01
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Wash off the bloodstains from your hands
We bask in death and true romance
Nightmares beyond will have to wait
While we carve our skin and stain ourselves with acetate
Soon we'll be dancing with the dead
our rotting flesh, by chorus led
Our dying screams the melody
Into the endless agony
I saved my last moment for you
Take the blade to my throat, run it through
stare in my eyes and watch them fade
Release me from this world
watch my skin decay
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3. |
Others
03:38
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There's no redemption here, there's nothing left to fear
I gasp for breath, drowned in despair
You clasp your hands and kneel, the emptiness I feel
My life means as much as your long unanswered prayers
You want me to believe
You pray that we can still achieve
You seek salvation, but it cannot be found
Your heart will always be deceived
I may seem lost, there's darkness running rampant in my thoughts
Nothing good can come of this and never does
I cut to feel like teenage girls, but this is real
There's nothing left inside I've never found the happiness I sought
We are the others
There is no light inside these hearts
You'll never understand
We are the others
We're in the shadows of the dark
You'll never understand
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4. |
Statue
04:28
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We are immersed, a blessing or a curse
Complacent in the farthest seat at the back of the church
For better or for worse, I see your hands of stone
Your skin worn to the bone
I cannot hear you crying when you are all alone
The passion in your soul has overgrown with mold
And now you're left with nothing but my hand to hold
I cannot stop the flames, they swallow up your shame
And spit it out as ashes at the old collapsing frame
I see a statue of your God
A generation now applauds
We see the weak drop to their knees
We are at war with inner peace
We have succumbed, the air sucked from our lungs
The blood drained from our tissue like the squeezing of a sponge
You miss the days, romanticize the pain
You don't remember how it feels, your blood spilled down the drain
You correlate the oil from the snake
It must have been the cure that helped you to articulate
We march to that same drum
I swore I'd never come
But when they started calling me I couldn't help but run
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Morality
04:10
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We crystalize in peril waiting for this judgement day to come
It seems like things won't ever change
I hand the burden off to you to hand it back to me again
We trudge through everyday the same
I share myself to no avail, a product that we cannot sell
Another day without a drink
I thirst for knowledge, never quenched, my body aching from the pain
Cave my head in so that I can think
Each day a waste of time
The answers we can't find
Each day futility
Drowned in morality
Escape reality, I'm just a pill away from feeling numb
Number than I was moments before
I cannot help myself so don't rely on me, I'm deaf and dumb
I cannot help you anymore
A spiral down, it's like a movie that we we're in
I'm waiting here to watch the credits roll
We used to dance like happy people when the world wasn't so cruel
Where I had a heart is now a hole
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Content
04:51
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Burst into flames, It's us against the world, we'll never win
I can't recall when we were followers
We bathe in sin
A simple promise that we couldn't keep
we would believe
But while we soak in endless agony, we cannot breathe
Where are the answers to the questions
that we all are seeking from your God to know?
Where is the insulation from the horror and the pain
that we are forced through as we go?
I looked you in the eyes
and was content to watch you die
We cannot change, it's time to face the death we crave at last
Stuck in ourselves, a never ending dry fuck of the past
We've gasped for air, but there's no oxygen to breathe
Inside a hellscape, living tortured existence is all we need
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Breaths
03:15
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We are made in God's image, skeletons of porcelain
I feel the cracking and the breaking all beneath my skin
I'll never be supportive, I cannot hold the weight
So put it on my shoulders just to watch my body break
There's nothing but the bones inside the guts have rotted out
The stench of death you smell is made of agony and doubt
It's pitiful, I know it, I've let you down again
And if there was a better time I can't remember when
We lay awake
And count our breaths
Each moment lived
Closer to death
I've failed so many times it's just normality
Disconnected from the world and all reality
Living in a bubble made of glass and it could break at any time
I see the worms are starving, they can eat away your smile
I've watched your organs melting, I've seen them liquify
I'm rotten internally, you are rotting by my side
I cannot see you other than a hope eternally
I don't want to be someone else
I just don't want to "be"
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Prophecy
04:28
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Is there an end to all the constant disappointment in this life
or should we take a cue and end the misery
Look back and laugh they said, but all I see when I look back is
Anger, agony and failure like a knife that's pushing through my heart
From here it's all downhill
My conscience without guilt
A prophecy fulfilled
With blood against my will
Would you resign yourself to living in a world without a purpose
never ending fallacy
From ash return, we slowly burn, then come together, never learn
We wait to die again, return to nothing, that's your prophecy
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Covered
03:43
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You are the end where I begin
I am the rotting of the apple moments after piercing steel into it's skin
My body strains
A carving straight into my face like putty knives can slice through clay
Soaking in pain
A patient man
Just waiting for the moment he can find a glimpse of hope
Attempt to feel again
You're never them
I am the failure, self indulgent in my own wasted attempt at emotion
Was this a part of you?
Because it suctioned onto me
I can't erase the past
Covered in dirt, I cease to be
Remember worth? How did it feel?
When you are less than nothing worthlessness and hopelessness
Just lost all their appeal
I never sleep
I only rest my body weary from another day of pestilence and fear
I try again
If hell is any worse than this then save your prayers for me
And I won't ever sin
I'm dead inside
I'm just here taking up some space until someone discovers that I'm not alive
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10. |
Angels
03:50
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I see the picture frame still hanging on the wall
I feel the offerings of others, can you hear the call?
I watch a lifetime flash before my eyes, I look away
I wash the bloodstains from my sheets, but I do not feel shame
A pressure you can never understand although you try
A sickness underestimated by a well trained eye
You couldn't live this life, I promise you would fall apart
If there's a light I cannot see it through the endless dark
I am the messenger of death sent forth to you
You cannot see the angels swarming like I do
A plague of sorrow sets the tone to see the truth
I am the explanation you sought overdue
I see the past as nothing but a scar that cannot heal
I see the testament to nothing when I try to feel
I cannot free myself, constant struggle nothing gained
I look to misery, the only escape from the pain
I hear a knocking at the door and I know who it is
What was the purpose of this life they forced on me to live
A quiet death alone, I seek injustice for my soul
I'll rest enough when I can rot within a six foot hole
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