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Native Tounge
02:11
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can you pick the lock? can you reach inside? speak in extinct language where the horizon meets the sky.
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Last Dance
02:31
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it was so beautiful like a twisted car wreck we tomorrow in the meantime always asking what comes next are these things meant to fall part? connect the dots find some work of art i tried a thousand times just to catch your eye i'd give you everything cross my heart and hope to die now i see it was all in vain wash away the beauty to find an ugly stain fallen angels pull themselves off the ground say "is this hell or something worse that we have found?" a new dawn tears away the night all things exposed standing in plain daylight look away do you look my way sever the ties and break away i feel so much better when i'm face down in the dirt i'm so much happier when i'm face down in the dirt make no reservations i might not be there eye-dart hesitation how can this be fair?
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Monochrome
01:33
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can you teach me how to feel i want to feel too can you make it so it's not so real to me i always end up tied up in the end up tied up in knots again a day at a time nonlinear timeline minutes and hours are a thing of the past i try to break away the things i want to stay with me forever want to make it last.
it's all monochrome.
it wouldn't feel this good to kill and time never stood so fucking still and shadows don't move so quiet in the dark can i see you can i be you?
it's all monochrome.
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Kiss the Sand
01:32
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this sacred ritual it binds us it blinds us life is suffer life is pain give me something give me something this sacred ritual i don't want what you're selling it all goes down the drain.
loneliness crawls inside me tangled in a web of misery and greed feeding sickness feeding poison yeah i bite the hand that feeds in the shadows in the corner you think you're all alone not a soul not a whisper.
depression crawls inside me take everything you can get put it in a vault when you turn around it's just a pillar of salt and the towers of babel go "blah blah blah" and the towers of babel go sha-ra sha-ra.
digging up the ghosts again of ancient history you better kiss the sand it's crumbling under your feet.
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