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Bloom
02:45
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I need to catch my breath, I need to set my pace
I try to find my way, but the sky has never felt so empty
Need to find my place, something other than an early grave.
Beaten into the ground, cut your tongue on the thorns
Dreams used to taste so sweet, now they hang over my head
So I'll choke down the smoke, come to grips with reality
And shed the dead weight
Can't shed the dead parts of me, can't kill off what haunts me
Suck the life right out of me, l'll be just fine
I look for inner peace, always grasping, always missing
If everything is meant to be, why do I feel so caught?
If everything is meant to be, maybe it's fucking not
Can't shed the dead parts of me, can't shake off all that haunts me
Nothing, but endless gloom
Beaten into the ground, cut your tongue on the thorns
Dreams used to taste so sweet, now they hang over my head
So I'll choke down the smoke, come to grips with reality
And shed the dead weight
Shed my old skin, shed the dead weight
and Bloom.
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Clouded
02:54
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This is the revelation of our time,
and we are blind to the way the world suffers by our hand
We are the fucking curse, we are the fucking cure
And it depresses me to know that this is our legacy.
A harsh light we've yet to acknowledge
Clouded eyes that will never adjust
I can feel the corruption around me,
Brought to my knees by the weight that I bare
We can't just stand idly by as we watch the walls of our world torn down by the hands of our peers.
With blank stares and our knees growing week,
We stumble into our graves and rot, we are the waste
Lifeless
We are the waste
Lifeless
This is the revelation of our time,
And we are blind to the way the world suffers by our hand
We are the fucking curse, we are the fucking cure.
And it depresses me to know that this is our legacy.
I hold so much hate for this world,
But I'm no stranger to my own depravity
I am as guilty as the next, as guilty as the last
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White Knuckles
03:58
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I've got my grip, I said I'd never let go
With white knuckles, I'm feeling weak again
I hardly ever feel a thing, but when I do it's there for weeks
A constant mist of uncertainty
I wear this fucking smile as to not disturb the one across your face
I am so fucking selfish for bringing you down with me (down with me)
And if I weren't here, things may seem less grey
But the days go on and on and on
And so do I
I'm just a fucking coward
I need to find the peace in myself
I need to find my place in this hell (place in this hell)
I've got my grip, I said I'd never let go
With white knuckles, I'm feeling weak again
I've got my grip, I said I'd never let go
Grab ahold of what i know is true
If i weren't here, things may seem less grey
But the days go on and on
And so do I
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