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A numbness returns, a foreseeable future, That is clouded and indiscernible with Someone or Something responsible.
There are Families that don't speak, and friends that leave us behind. They leave us to wander on our own with the wind up above our heads.
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Abeyant
02:23
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Things are not the same no matter how you look at it, everyone moves on seeming to forget. I know you know I'd even let you know I know. We've always been able to conduct symphonies with sticks and fingers a dance with seamless rhythm, from uncertain start to the dissonant now.
There's something wrong and I cant find what's been broke, cogs stopped rust built its empire. I wish I had all the right words to say but they have long lost their meaning.
Things are not the same no matter how you look at it, everyone moves on seeming to forget. I know you know i'd even let you know I know. We've always been able to conduct symphonies with sticks and fingers a dance with seamless rhythm, from uncertain start to the dissonant now.
How can you try with no goal in mind, no solution in sight. I felt nothing when you walked out the door and I haven't since, I don't pretend anymore, I don't lie to myself. A father once is a father forever and a brother lost is a friend left in days remembered.
But a father is all you will ever be, and you've lost all that you've gained and I've never felt more alive.
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Lay
04:02
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I have no need for closure, but the more I lost the more I looked for. The things you threw away or left unspoken. I just want to know how you are and if things are better for you like they are for me.
Outstretched arms withholding, a mothers embrace. Things lost and found and found and found and found and found. A fraternal absence, a childhood that cannot be placed on hold.
Replacement and future deterrent. A lack of involvement. We spent nights in emptier homes never meant for anyone, not for you not for me.
We forget what made us the same and when I look at you, I don't know who you are. Your bones show, and your smile is weak. There are things i miss and will miss and forget and yet I keep telling myself; "It's not me who is holding onto it, no it's not, no it's not, it's everyone else."
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Returning Home
02:37
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Jurisdiction
02:49
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Deep blue, with a badge to match, just a gang out to make you lifeless.
Power tripping on violence the peoples game of roulette.
Reformation, resignation, and separation. The taste of air and returning home. We cant let them cage us, oh how they hate so much.
Right from wrong means nothing to a blind man. Beating down innocence just for knowing their rights.
Reformation, resignation, and separation. The taste of air and returning home. We cant let them cage us, oh how they hate so much.
No one stands for the people anymore, so stand for yourself.
(ugh this is so cheesy)
Black suits with the greed to match selfish people out to make you penniless. Their sick obsession is a display of power. Self righteous magistrate adorned with discontent.
No one stands for the people, so stand for yourself.
(ugh x2)
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Consciousness
03:06
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Roads cracked like lifeless moth wings or dried blood a circumstance of happening. The spring came and went filled its oceans then drained them again.
The wind cannot carry everyone and i keep it beneath me.
when tomorrow comes we will see its yellow hues and know that its just the same as today.
Roads cracked like lifeless moth wings or dried blood a circumstance of happening. The spring came and went filled its oceans then drained them again.
The fall saw leaves drop from their trees, ceiling fans, and their own families. They carry themselves on a frail breeze and all it ever does is worry me.
We will know that change doesn't come if you're riding on the same old air that has carried you there for years and years and years.
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Constant Elusion
01:44
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The shouting this apathy these faceless fucking people. This isn't my home, it never was it has never been.
So I run there's no where to go, can't make it on my own, I'll always end up here, not really anywhere.
So who am I to be a suspect of happening? I couldn't even cut rope I couldn't keep this chair standing.
When it ends i'm finally alone, I've always wanted this.
When it ends i'm finally alone, I've always hated this.
When it ends I'm finally all alone, I've always suspected this,
that when it ends I will be all alone.
(So I run there's no where to go, can't make it on my own)
Distant footsteps play notes, calm down, there's no one there.
Always have seen them, cast darkness can make faces, calm down.
There's no one there.
This isn't my home it never was it has never been.
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I am aware of my own hypocrisy and I feel no need for me.
Where are friends that claim devotion, that speak in tongues?
I am a breathing time machine, just pushing feelings out of my mouth.
You aren't new, you're just sad. laying around all day.
It's not because of the friends you have or the things they say.
A genuine experience is not the same as self destruction.
A never ending conspiracy of self appreciation.
You contest a law you are found hopeful.
You make amends only to suspend your reason and make sense of passer by blank stares.
Another half spent event with nothing to hold on to.
no remedy no shocking truth.
I hold myself up to a candle.
Open flame, broad shape contest.
You are over indulgent and you are self deficient.
You are a glimmer of smoke and you are an under achiever.
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