1. |
Not A Beggar
02:50
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Empty spaces, clished traces
wearing thin I'm calling out the noise
Legs wear weather, arms are better
breaking face, singing for rejoyce
What you thought was what you wanted to do(harmony vocals)
untill what you knew was never true(now enters the violin)
Make your choise and then reyce of all collective mistakes it takes
To suffer through the noise I heard the call of truth to win back my headaches*
*(sticato acomponyment of some kind)
What you thought was what you wanted to do(harmony vocals)
untill what you knew was never true(vocals w/ violin)
There is no come on I hate none, my dreams and live are breathing beyond
Don't try to hard, begar for love the losing drum depend on no one
Are you that one selfish breed
leaving all the puddles of their seed
empty traces cleshed traces
wearing thin im calling out the noise
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2. |
Alishiba
04:50
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Lights flashing all night your body swaying/as im straying and
You won't let me go even though/heaven, having nothing to show
don't make me the reason don't make me the/one when you will only shun dispite all/our fun your words hold no mean/ing anymore your hands just hold all you tore/not worth the try to be understood not for all i should
I could think of you(vocal hamony along with it)
you wouldn't dare
im just not there
So you can
get out of my head
i wouldnt care
I could
explain it to my
self but im just not there
You can disappear
when your every where
I pretend not to care
Isn't it reason enough not to not/know you, get away just want to take
Calling so easy bring back/mistakes reminding me how much i
could hate myself for/puting up with the time that i waste its not/worthless to me anymore/you'll never know what it's like to feel like you/gave all you have to show/promise not to make the same mistakes before
Choruse repete
(some bridge)
oh u know if you didnt think as you talk
it might be easier than you thought
You gave me something I could hate
And made my faults your mistakes
oh u know if you didn't think as you talk
please dont lie to me tell me what you want
you saw the scars as a sign completely/dismissing I could me being next in line/lie down the sorrows are fake they're created with bottles and dreams of the
pavement, calming me down doesn't/seem to be working embrace the fact that your not/going to get out of this place/dont try to beat it the time you spend will be/wasted your not the only one losing the life reminding the people you/hated everything you had to show promise not to make the same mistakes before
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3. |
Your Death
03:13
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Could you know how
the things they work displacement state there is no fate but what we make
Lost all common cause
tradition lowers inhibition perceving by intuition
And it's never wrong...
Now it's the things
that scare me most if I am dead and none of this is real
And the pain i
feel is just the numbness of my body slowly dying all persition no position mind is killing
Me in oblivion...
Nothing is really there
Something not really here
If you were lost
The only place the dying save are not themselves they lay to waist but
All the board ones
No part of them will know my name I'll save myself you'll stay the same
In oblivion
New mind made to thrive
Can't talk about the ride
unless it kills deep inside
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4. |
Reasons Breaking Down
02:34
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5. |
Lazarus
02:20
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waiting out in bright/the search for truth/a poison light
flashing
breathing
taking what is proving
when there's nothing left/the sun exceeds/a hopeful death
knowing
always
that you made it
waiting out in bright/when there's nothing left
waiting out in bright/cause a peaceful rest
cause a peaceful rest/a new baptize/a last chance breath
needing
repeating
the cycle new living
holding out remains/a novel game/awkward exchange
prolonging
the moment
you made it
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