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Sunless
03:36
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This is a cry of desperation
An answer to my every dream
The overcast will haze my lungs
With a sun too dim to see
The hearts of those I love
Marked grey cast out to sea
I’ve broken hearts like empty bottles
Now they’ll burn out and die for me
Drink to the death of admiration
And open wide for “woe is me”
For every hour I rest these eyes
I lose a year of hope for me
Someday I’ll beg god to break my fall
A monument of tired words
Will later rot and give to fall
A commemoration of empty arms
Still too dead to feel it all
Suburban love tryst
I’m shaking knives at willing wrists
And I want out come next fall
Retrace my steps to home
Reacquainted with a love for loss
I’ll offer myself to her
Remembering that we once were
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2. |
Dreams and Elegies
05:35
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One last look around this place
I kick through broken glass
There’s no more love to chase
Back doors always end the same
I step out to a crowd
But none of them know my name
Blackened eyes and tired lungs
Cry out to the one
I’ve tried so hard to touch
I pray out loud for broken homes
And am answered by an endless season of cold
Empty skies become a “welcome home”
To the cold hearted killer of “this is all I know”
If only in life there were second chances
To make amends and retire our romances
Dying young would be the new black
So drink to all of this misery
Let’s slit our throats for the memories
May we bleed beneath the stars with dignity
This is what I fucking call humanity
And it’s this time around
That I’ll embrace all separation
Give way to sincere attempts at admiration
I arranged a date with destiny
But she left me hanging at the door
Show me true love
And I’ll hand you a heart worth loving
And I often wonder how many songs
It will take to heal your every last bruise
I’m running out of tears to clear the dust
I’m running out of faces I can truly trust
This is the eulogy for my every dream I let rust
“Letting go” was never a song written solo
This is a farewell kiss
To a life I’ve come to “love”
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3. |
Rose Pillars
06:36
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In latter days I felt dead to reflection
Six days to decades I hold hope in this grave
When will this tired age ever fucking end for me?
When every early death still makes sense to me
And every tree-wrapped car doesn’t envy me
This time in sunset I see
A cold case you-and-me tragedy
And it’s almost fucking sad to see
Torn-body as ill-equipped as this travesty
I am the cynic without a voice
I am the lonely child without a choice
Just some sucker with a thing for those left for dead
Hangs head to desperate lovers
With guilt of rape inside their beds
But it’s when you fucking ran for cover
That my heart took aim like a gun
Incapable savior of victims of this fucking slum
My words only a mid-air signal to the gods
Who just turn the fuck away
This was the pillar of false hope that I prayed would mark my grave
And you were the only one I thought my love could fucking save
Every dead-end suburban road is crying out for you
I’m standing at the water’s edge and the memories still burn right through
Every song is testament to how long I’ve tried to forget you
All I have are the recollections of glances across crowded rooms
They’re constant reminder of all that I could never do
Every god damn breath I breathe is yours
Forever in wishing that I never would have met you
I’d be living without the pain of having to lose you
It’s not that we were never good enough
What’s meant to be has an expiration date
All the times we’ll never have again
Will playback forever inside of me
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4. |
Starving Artists
03:30
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Just fucking take what you chase
If this is all you're willing to give in return
Seize your way into acceptance till your coughing up dirt
It's fire against fire now; you're the one getting burned
Its nights like these that it doesn't seem too far in the past
I must be too conscious for the "self-righteous" class
Let's kickoff this ending with a toast to bad beginnings
Commemorate the day I fell head first into all you never had
Five years of barely speaking and teenage soul searching
Hands high for lost friends, and those you wrote off for dead
If you'd ask anyone around you for once, they'd say you're fucked in the head
Is it our lack of things in common that kicks in your teeth?
I'm sorry I had to leave this place; life gave me hope to chase
And if the addicts and victims were what you never knew
Then a three year head struggle was a historic end for you
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Downcast avenues clutter the chambers of my heart
Last rains at my lungs flood from blisters to my tongue
Desperate seasons cloud my dreams in an effort to imbrue
Let this heavy hearted plague ensue
Hopeless in attempt to address this all to you
You fucking ran me through
It’s always on morose nights like these
That these letters somehow make it home
I hope each word shatters your every dream
And pray it kills you just the same
With promises to leave just as I came
I never wished for things to work out
Only to dull your blades in this dire drought
Love songs were never quite my style
Well fuck, it just took me a while
My apologies if this never makes it through
This is me bidding farewell to a rather dead you
Well acquainted with tattered wrists
A pale throat with a smiling slit
I’m just counting down to when I should commit
From above the entire world is blue
A cluttered landscape for those still lost and bruised
I’ve run aground with little more than a sound
Try to depart with broken wings
I’ll burn as every blackbird sings
This is the end of every love I hoped to forget
Dreamscapes as my only home
This is now my only regret
My mistakes will forever anchor me to you
You fucking ran me through
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6. |
Binges and Purges
06:05
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Now you see what you've done.
The end has only just begun.
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Opticon Pennsylvania
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