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#hometown
03:10
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Break out from your gang
Elite group, two meanings
Of one word they’ve all read
(Nails aplenty, fortune fades.)
Go out, become new
Experience the sure truth
Your enterprise a clear fluke
(Nails aplenty, fortune fades)
Next time you paint the pictures
Make sure to leave the dagger by the desk
Next time you feel the need to speak
Make sure to throw the rocks up by the stars
Always up for the show, and tell us all your secrets
Petty games and petty lives lead to monotonous existence
Forget who you are forget who you become
Born with no direction
Never taught to fight
For the only thing that matters is the light
That would later be their enemy
They swore it’d be right back
With the man by it’s side
Who covered what they lacked
Mimicry was his strong suit
He told them many times
That the thought of life without him
Only seems like a lie
“He will be the one who we look to”
Break out from your gang
Elite group, two meanings
Of one word they’ve all read
Of one world they’ll see
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2. |
Howie Schwab
03:37
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With every single step we take
We lose a soul to the game that we call life
Listen in to what you hear
You’ll find the hope that’s lost inside your mind
Hands feeling numb
Losing grip on everything
I’m done with this test
It fuels the fire building in my
Chest held up high
Despite the feelings brought by you
Disguising the ends
Rushing out, unwinding the gears
We are the ones to
Blame for this
I’ve seen better days
With feeble wrists
Quit expressing thoughts
Held in lieu
Of anything worth a damn in here
Creating everyone we’ve been
Highs in the form of thievery
Hands feeling cold
Losing grip of everything
I’m feeling close to home
The ashes pose taunting my every
Last hopeful wish
Despite the feelings brought by you
Disguising the ends
Rushing out, unwinding the gears
We are the ones to
Blame for this
I’ve seen better days
With feeble wrists
Quit expressing thoughts
Held in lieu
Of anything worth a damn in here
I’ve built you up with hands that never bleed
Strike the keys with every finger leaving these
Open notes, isolated worthless thieves
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3. |
High Rule Temple
03:37
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The flow of time is always cruel
That chat was minimal at best (I’m all alone in this empty room)
And she really didn’t say anything of worth (I’m all alone in this empty room)
I don’t know if I wasn’t clear or if there really was (I’m all alone in this empty room)
Never anything there at all (I’m all alone in this empty room)
Run you never felt like this
And I’m, I’m all alone in this empty room
Tell me can you sense this bizarre strain
That’s pulling us back
Now I’m awake
Cause you were all here in me
You were all here with me
Guide me to where you rest your head. Mine’s been running on empty.
And I’ll wait for you to show me the piece of you that I know.
I remember wanting so, so, so much more
Talk, talk, talk, talk all you do is fucking talk
Run you never wanted to hold this
I’ll do this on my own
To prove to you I’m not alone
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4. |
Honduras
04:50
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This crowded room feels familiar to my hands
The faces on the floor
The witness on the sheets
And I’m not sure whether you’re the one to blame
(We’ve got to get out) I’m not the one
(They’ll make you quake) I’ll make them scream
You always get what you want from me
If I’m the one, you swear I’m the only one
Why was the left side bare?
I knew it felt too right
You always get what you want from me
If I’m the one, you swear I’m the only one
I wanted this to be a meditated, confident release
But pins won’t ease the grief
Expunge the pain left on my knees
This padding is rather tough
Am I meant to feel distraught?
I ask myself, will this ever really work?
Will my conscious sway my words
All of this was under me, inside of me, with every breeze
With every single strand
Every drip of sweat left on my sleeves
You wanted all of this, but never shall it be
I ask myself, will this ever really work?
Or will I ring you out, ring you out, leave you out to dry, (or die)
And I’m sure that the weather here is different where you lay
But make sure to leave some room, some room for the rain to crawl
If I’m the one to save you from your soul
If I’m the one to save you from your soul
I will save you, but leave you out to dry
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5. |
Higgs Boson
04:25
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Left open on the shelf I saw the face of a man that never lies
And when he speaks, the words they leak as they race up to your mind
Like his breath the words they reek of the filth around his life
Without bait he walks the streets, as his life becomes a lie
I am the anger I am the sore.
I have lost control
With every mirror an open door
Let it all out
Here with me now I’m sure all of his life’s a blur
Contract for his soul
Given up for war
Here in vain he swears on everybody’s name
Though he will never win the fight
Stitching to survive
I saw the face of a man that never lies
And when he speaks your livid cheeks brush the fire from the end
One by one we wish to use all the tools within our grasps
Thinking what will happen next when the world becomes discrete
I am here for you as the seraph sings
I am here for you as the siren rises up and says
I saw the face of a man that never lies
And when he speaks, the words they leak as they race up to your mind
Like his breath the words they reek of the filth around his life
Without bait he walks the streets, as his life becomes a lie
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