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Senseless Emotion
08:03
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All the pain that I feel
It is hard though unreal
And with time it will fade
Like the smile on my face
I have looked for the light
Up the stairs, to the right
But the light is a dream
Dimmer now that I've seen
The comfort I search
Buried under my dirt
Lost forever inside
Answers I'll never find
Get that flesh off your teeth
Come one closer, beneath
Can you still hear and talk?
Like when the dead used to walk
Through this house black and white
Past rewinded in my mind
Photographs, memories
Bitter taste of your kiss
How long I don't see
My old friends, family
I have lost my way
Further now with each day
The walls are closing in
In my heart, deep within
And I accept my fate
Lying in the empty grave
I feel my heart is rather tired
Beating slow, uninspired
There's little left of what I was
I already see the shape of my ghost
And I can't find a meaning
Off the life that I'm bleeding
I can't look at myself
Who am I? I can't tell
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2. |
Stitches in My Head
04:21
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Dreamed a dream
Inside of a dream
Cannot remember
The things that I’ve seen
I wish that I
Could remember my name
My memory is vague
Can’t remember a thing
The light isn’t working
I’m lost in the dark
Nothing tastes better
Than an ache in the heart
Listen my friend
I’m not yet insane
A few minutes back
I couldn’t say the same
My mama told me
In the day of my birth
You ain’t worth
All of this hurt
I’ve kept a taste
Of her home and her blood
Can’t ever forget
Those filthy words
I’ve never had
A friend to talk
Stuck in this chair
Never learned to walk
I still remember
My first breath
Smelling the dust, the grieve
The pain in the air
My mama told me
In the day of my birth
You ain’t worth
All of this hurt
I’ve kept a taste
Of her home and her blood
Can’t ever forget
Those filthy words
My mama told me:
“Son you’re better off dead
There’s nothing in this life
That you can ever have”
I slit my wrists
Sitting still in this chair
Now just wait
The sweet embrace of death
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3. |
Dark Grass
22:41
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There’s nothing to understand
There’s nothing to be
I can’t understand anything
I can’t be anything
Conceived, by ancient melancholic trees
In a garden of flesh
Mutilated faces of the memories I can't forget
Stretched my hands upon the dying plants
To close their suffering eyes
So suddenly realized that it was by my own hands
That I've gotten blind
A barn by the creek
And those lonely children with no smile
Their voices reflecting deep
Through this gardens aisle
A spectrum of myself in their faceless expression
Just enough so I could relate
The love that bled off my shattered passion
Just enough so I could call it fate
But it wasn't..
In the quiet field where I dread to be
The new-borns yield to our effigy
No wonder why they cry
No wonder why we fear
The grass has grown
With mine tears pitch black
Above the earth of filthy bodies
That I lay my own to rest
Forgotten among the leaves and plants
I slowly join the earth
Consumed by the existential hole in my shadow
I'm slowly not here
I'm slowly gone
So slowly
That you haven't even noticed
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4. |
That Which Feeds
07:21
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Lurking in the shadows
A face in the dark
Dweller of the gallows
Listener of every beating heart
A whisper calls my name
I don’t know where it comes
But I can feel the blame
In every spoken tone
I hear the cries at night
Tears in my shoulders
A shadow where there’s no light
Mourning that it’s all over
Footsteps in the ceiling
Silence fills a soul
These empty rooms keep dreaming
"To where all voices go?"
That what feeds of me
In my sleep
I feel it’s teeth
Carving so deep
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There's a rabbit man in my room
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6. |
Insomnia
10:26
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Been sleeping with my back against a wall
My head on a pillow that would too often slip and fall
My dreams
Mostly nightmares
My dreams
Mostly a painful reality
Something from dark corners of my head
Screaming to be born
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Fed to wolves
Of angry mouths
Funny how simple words
Can turn your insides, out.
I am a witness
I am a victim
How could I ever be...
My pale skin
Under the moon light
In a cellar of Eden
Became Eve to the devil's eyes
I am a witness
I am a victim
How could I ever be the same
Gritting my teeth
Biting my mouth
Whatever sort of monster that I am.
Smoke filled up my lungs
Coming from my head
A factory of memories
Of half-forgotten nightmares
How could I forget?
How could I erase?
My soul still carries
That bitter painful taste
As some kind of token
A monument of self torture
To always remind me why I always felt so broken
And why I always will...
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8. |
Shadowgraph
08:39
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Laying in my bed
Too far out of reach from your voice
Force fed of half-empty memories
I created all myself, to fill this void
It's everywhere
In my very speech
In the air that I breathe
A weight of agonizing bleak
A weight upon my chest
There's a shadow in the dark
Eyes coveting me
A self-inflicted mind suicide gone wrong
I give my body to thee
Gaunt spectrum
Come and lay inside of me
Let's share this gloomy disgusting atmosphere
If your dead soul can share my faint existence
I can so soon relate to your haunting presence
So soon we'll both be gone
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