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Sora
03:40
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Clouded vision, with uncovered eyes
I deceive myself again this time
I thought I could feel anything at all
I never thought I could be so inanimate
I don’t understand
Why the air is cold tonight
I don’t understand why the sun will never
Rise for me
I don’t understand
I am a secret,
Hidden under my own cowardice
Fear leads ne away, inside
So I’ll hold up these mountains to over my scars
I’ve grown tired of the way I live
But my roots are imbedded in
My ways
All I’ve ever known is defeat
So how will I know when
These days are behind me?
I am a secret,
Hidden under my own cowardice
Fear leads ne away, inside
So I’ll hold up these mountains to over my scars
I can’t bear the thought of standing in the
Setting sun as a single silhouette
But now I know
I have to let my mountains fall
I have to tear my mountains down
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The Summit
03:22
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There’s a silhouette
A sierra, piercing my ambiguity
A willing current,
Coursing through the fog
At its peak, compassion touches ground
Ice melts, warmth to its core
Wounds are exposed, wither to the light
I am the victim again, for the last time
“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
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3. |
Wallow
04:33
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Another wind from the south
Carries the warmth to my skin
But it goes unnoticed
I reach out in vain
Force myself in the flame
My body dies,
But the blood stays the same
My nerves are chilled to the bone, tearing my
Mind from everything that’s real to me
Depersonalized, I’ll lie to myself
To carry on for another day
I am fiction, I am made of dust
I fear another day
Living on and on and on and on
I am the death of truth
I am the death of truth
Burned on my back, a brand for all to see,
A picture of me,
Failing to live a life of dignity
I fear the day when I forget how to live with myself
If I never learn to forgive
And in that day, when I take myself away
From this world.
I hope I learn to carry my own wind
Because I can’t carry on like this
Any longer.
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My Apologies Dallas, Texas
Experimental screamo/post-hardcore band from Dallas, Texas. Check out our newest EP Dark Half.
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