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Gray
03:55
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you have no idea what you put me through
you’ll never know the half of it
as you leave everyone frozen in your cold underworld
where nothing grows
nothing grows
and everything groans
does time really heal, or do we just grow old
do hearts ever burn when they’re all choked out
i’m counting on you to show me i’ve just got it all wrong
cuz i just don’t know
i just don’t know anymore
i only groan
won’t you show me colors unfadeable
love untameable, i need you to
show me how floods become rainbows
how grays compose the whole
i’ll release these groans
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Postures
05:04
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I’m holding my breath
While the oceans of conflict crash overhead
Always moving, so much proving
If I could just get some rest
Rocks crumbling, the shaky earth gives way
The tunnel ends with a narrow view of haze
In some time will we find our slow sinking solved?
We collide with our minds and it takes the weight of it all
Blanketing words with varieties of flawed icons
Seemingly moving with postures of proving we’re getting along
...Are we getting along?
The times have paved the way
We’re losing our innocence every day
Young men tire, fools conspire
Though the smallest breeze may sway
They’re brooding, it’s us the shadows crave
How will we stand--courageous or afraid?
...No breath can be held this long
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3. |
Pulse
03:15
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this pulse returning now
recall my youthful vow
when pressed at every turn
that my heart would always yearn
crawl up from the grave
steeled through the waves
would i tear it all away
for throbbing life today?
chiseled in my mind
taken, chosen, mine
frigid blood runs black
and yet your pulse pounds back
return, return, return
return, return, return...
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4. |
Pretty Colored Lights
07:20
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Why oh why, I’m losing sleep again tonight
Playing sigh after sigh, round and round in colored lights as I go down
As I go down
Don’t come up until you’ve figured it out, stranglehold of proving doubt
Never take my hand, never take my hand unless you’d drown
Unless you’d drown
Walk around this scenic world you’ve built up, flash that winning smile to fill up
All the empty room, all the empty room of your love
Your love
But the memories are fond
And the narrative is one
Our souls are clearly spun
Together until overrun
The path you choose in time
Will reveal its end in mine
Read between the lines
My heart will engulf your troubled mind
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