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The stained papers of a book I'm trying to read,
scrape through my fingers as I'm getting cold feet.
Trying to sink in, to wade in.
The other times that I try to escape to,
I'm trying to enjoy it, but it feels like I wait,
For it to sink in, to wade in.
I've read tons of first pages, but none seem to grip.
The waste of times I could have wasted better, a lifetime of abandoning ships.
Begin to sink in.
I’ve returned to these pages, but they’re making me sick.
The fading of my reflection, by a changing of tide.
Wading in time.
Or can it sink past, below me weaving a line.
The weight of time, makes me feel weightless, when the pages are slit.
The stained papers of a book trying to read,
Scrape through my fingers but I'm getting cold feet. b
Trying to sink in,
To wade in.
The other times that I try to escape to,
I'm trying to enjoy it but it feels like I wait,
For it to sink in.
For it to sink in.
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Enviro
07:55
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This is not the question why, more of a when.
We, started happy.
It was under our control, from my point of view.
Never a need, to fall so low.
This cannot be the end.
Never again.
It’s not, the end.
It’s not, the end.
Reflecting on our time, should have seen it clear.
Not once, can it ever be.
No one claims life’s fair
Even though we are, not made from equal parts.
We feel the same, or is it just our past?
What drifted us away, starting so close.
Those choices seemed, so trivial.
Further down the line, you may never know.
Gather all your reasons, to make a mummer’s show.
Hiding your true face, even though I see.
that you were once, one with me.
Reflecting on our time, should have seen it clear.
Not once, can it ever be.
No one claims life’s fair
Even though we are, not made from equal parts.
We feel the same, or is it just our past?
Or is it just, in our past
Surround yourself, with people better than me.
Just, keep on lying to confuse.
The people around you, so they will never know you.
Or what you, can be.
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Vultures
04:07
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A fresh wound, a gaping hole left.
It needs to be filled, my mind is set.
I should get more than this.
I need to take! find a loophole, a mistake.
This broken empty feeling, has been replaced by self centered dreams.
They don't understand,I need it more.
They don't know how much I have cared.
I will take the prize, the only thing I care for.
I know that I'm entitled to, I am allowed to lie.
This broken empty feeling, has been replaced by self centered dreams.
I am the vulture above my parents' grave.
I realise, had almost forgot what they have done for me.
Never led astray by mammon, helping in the interest of me.
This one example of the cruelty of me,
shows me that me that I am a beast.
Capable of far worse, than I would like to believe.
My self centered dreams,
kept me asleep!
My self centered dreams,
kept me asleep!
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A Visible Mass of Vapour
02:26
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Hollow Earth
08:36
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We can hardly deduct, don't pretend to be special.
By claiming to be just, you don't know what they think.
We are shallow and can't help it.
And it's sad 'cause we'll never be able to profit, from this earth.
Though we'll end up designing, their characters too.
I’m drawn towards you, can try to explain.
I hide away the truth, you'll never comprehend.
We will try to see through.
This world we know is hollow, but we can never tell.
No gravity towards the middle, but drawn towards the shell.
This consequence will follow, we'll never know it well.
Try to place yourselves in others, and adjust yourselves.
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Past Apocalyptic Dates
06:57
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I’m burying my world, and fear is my shovel.
Using dirt, from this earth itself.
I churn, 'till I’m crumbled.
With every lie that says I'm fine, I sink further down the sand.
A lingering, a chance within my grasp.
Anxiety, hindering, what will be lost?
When i look back, The time has built up long ago.
And still there is me, clinging on.
And still there is me, lingering on.
And still there is me, hanging on.
And still there is me.
Wanting to face my demise, If my prediction is false.
Planning to take the risk, and leave behind.
I’m burying my world, and fear is my shovel.
Using dirt, from this earth itself.
I churn, 'till I’m crumbled.
With every lie that says i'm fine, I sink further down the sand.
But I just pass, those dates with lies.
There will be signs that tell me that i should act, then and then only.
On past-apocalyptic dates.
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Blister
07:28
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Drowning in the shallow, swallowing the norm.
The walls grow thicker and further I am lost.
I never learned to change, I never risk mistakes.
Now I’m wasting away, my blisters don’t repay.
Avoiding potencies, constructing lies.
It's senseless anyway, my blisters don't repay.
Sleep is my shelter, awoken i just long.
Hiding when outside and inside i am locked.
I never learned to change, I never risk mistakes.
Now I’m wasting away, my blisters don’t repay.
Avoiding potencies, constructing lies.
It's senseless anyway, my blisters don't repay.
Numb, servant of time.
Numb, settled in line.
Numb, servant of time.
Numb, settled in line.
Walking between walls of water, but not intended to swim.
Trapped by failure, but stalling.
But I’m going to have to believe.
Surrounded, suffocation creeping around.
Sunlight, under a miles deep ocean starts to cease.
Anchors, seem to constrain my feet.
Immerse, an ocean over me.
Surrounded, choking in claustrophobia.
Sunlight, through a sandstorm of mass.
No chance to elude.
Submerging, the barrier crosses me.
Catatonic, Lost, but strangely staying alive
Thin air, am I accepting the fate of writing failure?
The paper starts to breathe, the barrier has crossed me.
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