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STNM
01:25
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November
03:39
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This is just means to an end
A morning chill to your autumn amends
Take it by, face value
Cause this is all you will get
A fake smile like I forgot what you did
Take it by, face value
How’s the new suitor
He looks machine, but can he computer
How’s the new suitor
He looks machine, but can he computer
To who it may concern
Don’t write in return
This is a rhetorical lesson, you will learn
Love is a bloodsport
And you shoot to wound
Death is to easy, still yet, you are too
How’s the new suitor?
He looks machine, but can he computer?
Love is a bloodsport
And you shoot to wound
Death is to easy, still yet, you are too
To who it may concern
Don’t write in return
This is a rhetorical lesson, you will learn
Love is a bloodsport
And you shoot to wound
Death is to easy, still yet, you are too
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Martyrs
04:03
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Mother, how I’ve mistreated you
We’re all ungrateful children, living off you
Drinking and feeding off all of your veins
Can we stop to think before nothing remains
All these things that we’ve left unsaid
Fester inside they live in my head
I’m dead, to this faith that’s been force feed
When no one will say it at all
All these things that we’ve left unsaid
You know they fester inside they live in my head
Your dead, to this faith that’s been force feed
When no one will say it at all
I’ll move this earth by myself
Now we must
Tread, lightly now
Spread, this there is no second time round
Dwelling on all of these things that we have left unsaid
Can we justify living when all we know is dead
Dwelling on all of these things that we have left unsaid
Can we justify them, can we justify this
All these things that we’ve left unsaid
Fester inside they live in my head
I’m dead, to this faith that’s been force feed
When no one will say it at all
All these things that we’ve left unsaid
You know they fester inside they live in my head
Your dead, to this faith that’s been force feed
When no one will say it at all
A clean slate, is what this all could have been
We broke her trust and we’re losing everything
We are to blame for all of this suffering
Martyred at birth, we will be deafening
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Aurora
04:10
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Desolate skies, torn across with a new set of eyes
The world it is blind, to a facade of a world cloaked unto disguise
Born unto ashes, a phoenix to rise from a world where he clashes
Born unto ashes, a phoenix to rise.
Born unto ashes, a phoenix to rise in a world where he clashes
Born unto ashes, a phoenix to rise.
Stay here, i'm losing control can you help me see clear
I don't know my way but if you stay the night
It will all be okay
Desolated wasteland
This is all i can handle alone i'll break this backbone.
And you can't know.
Stay here, i'm losing control can you help me see clear
I don't know my way but if you stay the night
It will all be okay
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Why do we question our own fucking existence?
When some of us are denied one in the first place
Some people have fucking lost it all
Yet the rest of us act so small
I’ve lost faith in humanity
Open your eyes, I’ll help you fucking see
This is a war we cannot win
When human nature is the sin BLAH
Hardships, we face it, we stand tall
When there are those of us who choose to fall
Hardships, eghghhh we face it, we stand tall
When there are those of us who choose to fall
We take it all, we’re far to grateful to end it all
We take it all, live your life cause there are those who lost it all
We are the grateful and all
The ones who are jaded, but live cause all towers stand tall
Why do we question our own existence
When people here don’t have a chance at all
We don’t belong here x3
Yet we weather the storm
And now we further our cause
No hesitation or pause, here
No solace in all these locked doors
I’ll break them all down
I’ll break them all fucking down
We are the grateful and all
The ones who are jaded, but live cause all towers stand tall
Why do we question our own existence
When people here don’t have a chance at all
We don’t belong here x3
Yet we weather the storm
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6. |
Into The Void
03:32
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Everything I knew in you just seemed to stop
Ceased to exist on the spot
Buried the ending of
dramatic endings you love
every single day I live for you
your living in my head the one I once knew
long since gone my head screwed back on
you can’t escape me.
You’re gonna hate me…
Beating every lie to the punch line
Meeting everyone there.
Spare the confessions my dear
You know you talk to loud, the end is near
Beating every lie to the punch line
Meeting everyone there.
Spare the confessions my dear
You talk to loud, we don’t overhear.
Your end is near.
Bending and breaking down
Turning it back around.
Beating every lie to the punch line
Meeting everyone there.
Spare the confessions my dear
You talk to loud, we don’t overhear.
Ill make it clear
Ill make it clear
Into the void with me dear.
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