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Moonlit
03:17
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In these moonlit moments,
I fall out of love
As you return to form...
Again.
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2. |
Falter
02:23
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You were born into this
Your hopes, inherited
I will provide
Your pain
Your comfort
Agony and bliss
I will enable you to fail
In endless hiraeth
Forgive me if I falter
The skies are all so grey
Now that you're gone
Will you save me?
Remember what we've made...
You can't escape me
You call me flawed,
But I AM you...
Pure greed and pride
Refracted through
The broken lense of your mind
You're mine.
You'll never have enough
You'll never be enough
You'll always crawl right back to me.
Forgive me if I falter
The sky is falling down
Are you breathing? Are you b r e a t h i n g ?
Stay with me, now...
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3. |
Cure for You
02:59
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I have learned to cut my losses
Instead of myself
When I think I'm too invested
To hold it down
choke it out
suffocate it
come around
You will find me on the floor of my wishing well
Drowned in the silver of well wishers
And the water's rising now
In spite of all these riches
I know that you're a friend
But they say that we're no different
So show me your deepest scars
And I'll show you a man
Who's punctured his fucking heart
I'm on my sixth sin now, and counting
On my last smile
A visibly faked frown
"We Found The Cure For You."
I put a literal lid on my misery
And store it upon a shelf, with the rest of me
Powdered and pressed depression repressant
I'm not even sure who I am
Without the worst of me
"Why Don't You Fake A Fucking Smile For Me?"
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4. |
Still Life
03:16
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I write your misery in every line
Everything you feel is mine
Vivisection of your mind
would show the pain that I contrive
If ever a vision of rapture
attraction
or wonderment crosses your eyes
You would do well to recollect that
You're my conception
I scarred your life
Upon the very flesh of the ultimate being
But her wounds are healing, yeah
I carved you in her very image
But she woke before I finished...
You're a still life, can't you deal with it?
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5. |
Gold
00:39
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Gold;
Her fingernails delicately stained by the
Hands less steady than they have been
By the jagged edged light of a cold Winter morning
The cracks and chipped edges covered like fresh soil
By the Autumn leaves she loves to think of
On those hot Summer evenings
When sleep seems so distant, and
Peace of mind further still
But the seasons have yet to bring fortune
...or so it seems, to her mind
So exquisite, precious and heavy as
Gold
Stained with knowledge,
And wanting for sleep.
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6. |
The Salve of August
03:25
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These days are so long
The warmth within my soul is dead and gone
Through dry eyes, I watch the world turn
Turn against us
Winter's chill is crawling down my spine
And it's showing in my demeanour
I'm sorry for all the harm I've done
This fractious man that I've become
Carry these thoughts from me
My carbon on the breeze
A portrait of hypocrisy
This cold has taken the heart of me
Please don't let me drift away
I feel my light fading again
And I can taste the disappointment
But I swear to you
I will be more than this
And the seasons have yet to bring fortune
To a mind, stained with gold.
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7. |
Ode of the Ghost
04:20
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"I want more
Drug yourself up 'til you can't function
'Til your heart is pooling on the floor"
There will be no resuscitation this time
No time to coward out
Comatose spiralling out of view
In the mirror you've come to fear
One hundred and seventy milligrams
and I can't feel my hands
on the steering wheel i'm holding
Holding on for what, i'm not really sure
but i'm slipping
Drifting out of control and consciousness
Didn't even write a note this time
Didn't even write a note this time
and i'm sorry, but i'm not sorry
This choice is all that's mine
Now that the windows are caving in
on my perception, and all i have left is this
pain
"Come back to me
Come back to me, my love
We're perfect
We were perfect
Don't tell me it's done
I'm nothing without you
I never meant to hurt you
I was just your muse
you're nothing without me
you're nothing without me
you're nothing without me
you're nothing without me
you're nothing without me
nothing without me
nothing without me
nothing without me"
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01:30
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9. |
Seraldantè
02:48
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Let's go!
I woke up into a shit movie
Where I skip, and kick leaves of gold
Stubbed my toe on the doorstep of Morning
And carried on to mock my bones
For they are no longer my prison,
And there's not a psychologist breathing
who can bring me in.
Adieu! times two... nah, fuck it, three
I refuse to believe this is too good to be true
But OH NO! oh god, fuck,
I can feel nothing without you
But hey, this ain't so bad
It's so much easier to move on
when you miss nothing that you had
So let's not raise a glass to the shit we been through
Yeah, I've cottoned on to the way you been
twistin' and warpin' my view
Made me believe you were my anchor
When you were a hole in the bloody floor
I'm tired of wet feet...
...and gumboots ain't trendy any more!
So feel free to show yourself out
Of the rending wounds you bequeathed me
Adieu, times two.
Seraldantè.
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PΘlari†ies [reprise]
05:34
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I will try to hide this
But the sweetest lies linger on my lips
And I'm not sure of everything I know
If I share this weight, will it pain or enlighten you?
Don't tell me to let go
'Cause I'm not the one that keeps holding on
To this deadweight
It's become part of me
part of me.
I told you it's for the best that you stay out of my head
But still you listened to every word that I never even said
And my heart may falter, but it tells no lies.
Will I drive you away with these polarities,
Or carry you on wings of lead?
Safely up and over this hell I've created
As I paint it midnight in my head
As I paint it midnight in my...
I won't live to see the day
When all hell fades
Slave
Forever sinking in the day
One thousand miles above this hell I've created
But on these wings of lead, I can't maintain...
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11. |
Dreams Around My Throat
03:42
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I've never made a song worth hearing sober
And I've always had a thing for the blood of stones, ah
Why you think I'm always shirking plans,
making amends,
I wouldn't have a thing to mend if I
weren't broken or breaking things
And I'm afraid that now I might be both
Not to mention medicated with a whole lotta rope
To tie my dreams around my throat,
And hope they float
But I'm not sure which way is up no more
"Hey man, what you walkin on the wall for?"
"'Cause it feels like home...
Always wanna be plastered'
Pills I take every night get me there faster
But the only thing about it is it only adds to problems,
When the memories of anything worth staying for are puddled on the kitchen floor
Search history says more about me
Than anything I ever said to anyone I care about
'Who pays my mortgage if I die without dependents?'
'I think I'm alcoholic'
'Can't feel without a drink now'
And I can't fool myself
No more.
This life is no shit movie
It's as real as the tears I stained your birthday card with
It's so ironic
I got myself into this state
To write the pain away
It's so ironic, this vicious circle of vice.
In front of me I see a skeleton
Seems like perpetually I am enveloped
By sinister motives of mirrors and demons
But they're the only ones who never leave now that
I am free
I feel caged.
You took my sadness away
But it cost me most of my soul
We were never perfect together
But I'm missing you now that you're gone
The irony could kill me... plot twist
Cut.
And it's so ironic
I got myself into this state
To write the pain away
It's so ironic, this vicious circle of vice...
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