1. |
Intro/No Relation
04:39
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There will always be
a concrete wall between us
No commonality
No relation
I've placed my burdens
on the shoulders of others
I've watched them all lose faith
that things will ever be different
No reflection
No new understanding
Never a learned lesson
Just a lost cause
This is not reality
It's just an empty waking dream
A hopeless life of disconnect
It's just a waste of what us left of me
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2. |
Unearth, Sustain
02:32
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Don't wake the dead
They weren't meant to come home
They're just images in your fucking head
when you're left alone
But we'll unsuture the wound
and we'll wait to bleed out
and we'll reminisce about a
life we never lived
Sometimes a knife in the spine
is all that you have left
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3. |
Draining Satellites
02:40
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Lifetime spent
cutting false ties
to people only
built up in my head
It's not your fault
that I'll never understand
life outside this miserable isolation
When I look outside of myself
there is fear and uncertainty
It follows me everywhere
It reminds me
There is no common ground
between you and me
We're just draining satellites
that are far too dim to see
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4. |
Severance
01:55
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History erased
Blank pages replace
words that once described the ones I loved
The cycle is so familiar
Loss becomes routine
Left with no choice but to
forsake every memory
When I tear them from myself
what will I have left?
I am an anthology of broken bonds
A past punctuated by regret
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5. |
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Your words
Your influence
They are a hand
around my throat
I either hold my tongue or
risk your fucking wrath
It's not worth it
in the end
But I won't bend to your customs
I won't shed the blood that you shed
and I will never be an extension
of your hatred
I will not be forced to hide away
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6. |
The Mute
03:00
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The trumpets come in
I want to break into song
and make up words on the spot
that mean nothing at all
And in the silence at the end of the night
I know we'll all be so proud
We'll gather around the altar
of worthless teenage vigor
You speak with passion
but your words fall on deaf ears
You try to teach your songs to the mute
What are we to say?
I can't carry the fucking cross
My feet are nailed to the ground
It's just a matter of strength
that I'll never have
I can't carry the fucking cross
Why can't I pull these nails
from the soil?
I am more than the pain
that holds me down
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7. |
Losing Ground
01:05
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When
we
wake
Door slams shut on eyes of dismay
Human
honor
lost
Never gaining any ground
We do our best and we get the worst
Back of the line while the shit goes first
We do our best and we get the worst
We get the worst
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