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The Unknowing Divide
03:45
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I see it clearly. Are you listening? I'm screaming out loud in hopes that you can hear me. I'm giving up on everything. I won't amount to anything. I see it clearly. Are you listening? I'm reaching out now in fear you're disappearing. I'm giving up on everything. I'm running out of lies from which my life is built upon. This is the nature of divorce. And I know that I'm not alone but every hand feels so cold. And I'm the first to say “Leave the past in the past”. But I'm the first to feel like the past is all I have. Tossing and turning in my sleep. This is the furthest from a dream. Open your eyes. The sun doesn't rise.
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Is this my curse? Am I following the same steps I've been running from? Is it worth it? To resist you? My beloved violent intolerance. This is my curse. I am following in your footsteps. I am willing to lay waste to the past. Devour what's to come, I've become you, my beloved . Trapped inside my mind I, I surrender I surrender, A red light shines over my eyes, Trapped inside my mind I, I surrender I surrender, A red light shines over my eyes and I, I surrender to you. This time I wont resist myself. I'm at the edge of the world. The fear before the fall is what makes it worth it. It's what makes us re-think it all. Is this what you want? Every mother and father will die. Every child will one day be broken. You will succumb to the violence. You and I at the mercy of violence.
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Red (Elusive as the Sea)
03:40
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A rainy start on a Detroit Wednesday. He took me down by the pier for a stroll. I looked around only to find nothing. This lack of substance is so uninviting. He said when you grow up you'll see this world for what it truly is, tainted by moments of grief. And on the day that I leave this place I expect only to see (The trees moving towards me). Chapter 1, It's getting lonely and I can barely breathe. I am frozen in confusion of how this came to be. Chapter 2, constantly sleeping, vividly dreaming to say the least .I'm not retreating. I'm simply trusting my apathy. (Doctor). Give him back (Time tells lies). Skipping forward to chapter 7 while reminiscing on the grief between. Here, softly grinning, new found composure is I meant to be. But your touch lingers. Leave here you stranger! Or father endangering my heart. Give him back (Time tells lies). We had a good run. No longer holding onto this curse. We had a good run. This is the deception of me, the awareness of death, the misconception of freedom and you're still taking the breath out of me, mistaking smiles for closure, just let me be. This is so far from over. Just let me be.
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I want to take back every fucking thing I said. Emotions that I felt, the ones I thought that we shared. I want to take back every fucking thing I said. I want it all back (I want it all back) So I cast myself into the past in hopes to find that distant path. Was I hung up on or hung by the southern swans? I gave myself to the other side. This is the end of you and I. These southern swans will be the death of me. I can't carry myself. I will bury myself (regret). I can't carry myself. No chance of leaving this hell. (I've been trying to convince myself that you were the one for me but I've been mislead by those misleading words you speak. The lies that spill from your mouth drip down into the well of my doubt. And I know now that I don't care for you. You're not worth thinking about.) (Stranded) Who cares about what we had? (Damn this) You're dead to me (You're dead). Who gives a fuck about the things we said? I can't forgive you. I won't forgive you. I can't forgive you. Venomous knife in my rib cage I'm tearing you out. Once and for all.
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Creates Me (Betrays Me)
03:09
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The same ties, accompanied by different lives. A distant cry, is no stranger to, the silent night. Am i the only one who remembers (that night?) What happened here, before the embers torched my path. (seems like it). Do you remember my voice anymore? Or last November before the downpour? It only hurts when i stop to think (retreat, you cynic) about the ones that mean the most to me (we cant re-live it). The only home for me (is gone) is playing dead with my family. This is not how, i want to live my life. This is not, how i get by . If this is my hell, where do i fit in? If this is my hell, where does life begin?
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