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Keys and Anchors
02:26
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I can’t hear myself thinking but I know I’m alive
I can feel myself sinking, watch my nerves fight to survive.
As sure as the sun will rise another day starts to fade
It all fades before my eyes, to turn this key to this cell I’ve made.
No Pill or promise, will keep my head from spinning.
No Pill or promise, will keep my teeth from grinding to dust.
Flipping thru days of the past and I just can’t understand
And I don’t know if my hands could ever carry the weight like my old mans.
I never wanted to be this way. I never wanted to be afraid.
No pill or promise, will keep my head from spinning.
No pill or promise, will keep my teeth from grinding to dust.
Time Kills. Time Heals. Time Steals.
Living in a world gone numb, I’m learning how to feel.
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Fog
02:01
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Walking thru these streets of a hollowed town.
Tripping over my own thoughts as I make no sound.
I wake up and lie down alone.
Another cup of black coffee and away I go.
I keep digging and all I find are graves
And I would love to be saved but I cant shake hands of names without a face.
No folded hands ever pulled me thru.
I keep running on thru the fog and bumping into you.
Day by day I see it all come undone.
The ties are tearing now I’m taking my shots at the sun.
I walked with clinched fists and I ask for reasons why.
Because I’d rather die out with a truth then live with a lie.
Wake up in cold sweats from a day that I haven’t lived yet
I wish I could live with no regret but its hard to forget.
People walk with hands out waiting for gold at the end of the road
But when I ask for answers no one ever seems to know.
These tired eyes mean no sleep tonight. These tired eyes mean no sleep tonight.
Some days I fit in and it don’t feel right.
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Bitten Tongues
01:56
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Staring at this collapsing roof as the lies pass through
the inconvenience of truth.
I built this house just to burn it all down.
And scratch my head when everybody runs out.
Spitting blood from bitten tongues
I’m frozen cold in the rays of the sun
Wish I could yell but I’d only silence myself.
I’ve kiled days thinking and I’ve spent time digging.
Casting stones at these bones my mind is in parts far from home.
Spitting blood from bitten tongues
I’m frozen cold in the rays of the sun
Wish I could yell but I’d only silence myself.
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4. |
Hard Landing
02:49
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God damn what have I gotten myself in?
Fine lines are wearing so thin.
Nobody is the same anymore and everyone is out now to settle a score.
Faceless, Shapeshift.
The water is rising as the flames are jumping higher.
Everyone sports a knife in the back or the face of a liar.
Faceless. Shapeshift. I guess I’m just coming to grips.
No Faith in faith. No faith in your leaders.
No faith in your lovers when they’re all god damn cheaters.
Faithless. Faceless. Faithless. Shapeshift.
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High and Mighty
01:45
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Put yourself at the top of a mountain
The higher you thought the higher you got
Cycles spinning again and again
The distance grows between stranger and friend
Lonely hopping pedestals but sometimes life aint that beautiful.
Run real fast but you never learned to crawl
You built yourself up but never braced for a fall, now its you and nothing at all.
You got your letter but you burned upon delivery.
Now all you scream is please deliver me, please deliver me.
Bury yourself in ashes from all the bridges you burned. Burn on, burn on, burn on…
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Cried Wolf
02:31
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Starts at a stage, ends at a stage.
Line by line your time to shine is burning up the page.
Robed in a banner and a mask that’s deceiving.
No spark, no fire, no truth and lies that are conceiving.
A dull roar is falling on deaf ears
Shedding thin skin just to feed the thoughts of all your peers.
Build up the wall and never, never, never, never, never let it fall.
Build up the wall and never let it fall.
Robed in a banner and a mask that’s deceiving
No spark, no fire, no truth and lies that are conceiving.
Everyone has their time, to die out or to shine.
Everyone has their time.
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No River Revival
02:57
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These days are burning and I’m slowly learning
The days form a notch a noose and I’m fighting like hell just to cut myself loose.
Felt some changes for better or worse
And now this weight buried inside my chest is a gift and a curse.
Take me down to the river, no river is gonna wash this away.
Its weighing heavy, so heavy like a brick.
Its dragging down from my chest to my stomach and its turning me sick.
These days are burning and I’m slowly learning
Dusting off reasons to care but there aint a prayer that’ll take me there.
NO, No river revival. No, no river revival.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no…
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The Web
02:27
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Everybody knows everything and no one can leave it alone
Everybody knows everything right down to the skin and bones
Everybody's fucked everybody and that’s just how it goes
It may scratch you far past the surface but you’ll never ever let it show
Let the skeletons have the wasteland while dirty angels trade blood for poison.
Some are burning photographs while others just grow colder
Some are running rat races while others run with boulders
Burying bones in the back yard diggin around and covering up the scars
While memories tied to the night are buried between down lights.
Let the skeletons have the wasteland while dirty angels trade blood for poison.
Eye for an eye, truth for a lie. I’ve seen bad blood grow and good love die.
From the door to the streets, history repeats.
Let the skeletons have the wasteland while dirty angels trade blood for poison.
Oh city living on a city, Oh city living on a city.
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Waves
02:12
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Painting pictures in scriptures and songs
And I’ve been painting this all night long.
The truth comes out when the sun goes down.
And when it rises you bury them down.
Blood fades from everything, but tears remain in the memories
No love loss when you were never loved
No one cares for the careless.
I aint the worst sinner, but I never was a saint.
Better take me as I come cause I’ve never been too good with grace
Let this cold wind blow, into my bones.
Let this cold wind bow, into my bones.
Let this cold wind blow, into my bones.
Let this cold wind blow on in and carry me away.
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10. |
Vicious Cycle
02:15
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Looking for answers in word of another mirrors never lie when you’re alone
War in your head played out by each other, eyes saw you cast the first and last stone
You’re dying, you’re lying, you’re running. Rotting from the inside out.
Look for salvation in forms of another, fears never lie when you are alone.
War in your head played out by each other eyes saw you cast the first and last stone.
You’re dying, you’re lying, you’re running. Rotting from the inside out.
Everything dies that’s a fact.
Even all this frustration, all this pain, all this regret and all this shame.
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Sickness Season
04:03
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Like a voice in the breeze, a razor tongue to cut you off at the knees.
Like a chilling breath on the back of my neck I wait for the cousin of death.
Like a sirens song, it plays on and on. Like a sirens song, its played for far too long.
Faces fade with time but this is not my goodbye.
Just trying to comprehend where I should break and where I should bend.
Like a sirens song, it plays on and on. Like a sirens song, its played for far too long.
Its haunting………. Me.
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