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Effigy
07:35
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The meaning it was lost
While trying to explain
We burnt our image on
The hands of those who stayed
Living underground while searching for the sky
One by one we disappear
Consumed by the face of never ending joy
One by one we disappear
In our place we leave
Smoke billowing flame
Ash around the sun
Our fields empty
We've been this way before there's nothing past this wall
One by one we disappear
The rain it will come wash us all away
One by one we disappear
The meaning it was lost
While trying to explain
We burnt our image on
The hands of those who stayed
There's no difference between those who lie
And those who tell you it's the same
There's no difference between those who try
And those who throw their lives away
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2. |
Circle
04:21
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These circles I draw around myself
Cast shadows on the ground
Somewhere inside I find myself
Where am I now?
Face me, face me
See how we wallow so incessantly
Turn back, cannot see
Need to stop the question from drowning the dream
Follow, following
Falling into freedom where else can this be
Nothing is now
Eviscerating me
It's all the same to me, all the same, all the same
Existence, a one night stand
All alone while hand-in-hand
All there is, is pulling me
Holding back in everything
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3. |
Kicking the Dog
04:59
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All this time in sorrow
Has given us a way
To waste this life
And hate this life
Everything in fire
Choking from the flame
While all the sounds we made
Are lost in the haze
All this time in sorry
Has given us a way
To waste this life
And hate this life
As our time expires
We wallow in the blame
And hang it all in shame
Until the end of the day
watching silent screaming body holding empty reaching nothing
Watching, watching from the centre
With silent, with silent behavior
Screaming, screaming from my eyes
This body, all covered in white
Holding, this halo in my hands
It's empty, empty and hollow
Reaching, reaching for tomorrow
Nothing, with nothing in sight
watching silent screaming body holding empty reaching
with nothing in sight
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4. |
Where We Fall Apart
05:04
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Broken halls and old buildings
When there's a thought that we can feel
Beyond what we have considered
We will find a way to hold all our heads high
And with these hands
Through which entire worlds are pulled
Open new paths in broken halls and old buildings
Where fear can no longer hide
Or take a new shape while inside our minds
So that we can spend time in conscious states
Where we fall apart With eyes open wide and mouths screaming out
Are you still here?
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5. |
Black Tongue
08:04
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There's nothing on our feet
The ground is twisted metal
We've walked this road for seven years
Not a single standing wall
With pride and concrete
There was nothing we couldn't do
Now people are too afraid to speak
With dead stares they look right through you
We built until the wells went dry
And it wasn't far from here that I last saw you
We built until the wells went dry
There were people all around and you were singing
The air is thick with dust
The sun has burnt our eyes
With swollen fingers and blackened nails
We scratch at the white hot sky
The wind cuts through our skin
I can't recognize my face
I swear that these are endless times
As the child' hair turns grey
We built until the wells went dry
Had a name, had a name, but I can't remember
We built until the wells went dry
There were people all around and you were singing
We built until the wells went dry
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