1. |
Root In Superstition
02:54
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We live as slaves to our fate
Arms deep in the mud
Of the lands we have plowed
The thirst of our soil
Never to be ceased
On our knees we cry out
As it teases a better tommorow
Stored on the highest shelf
Cases of unfinished buisness
Just to make it alive
Another 24 hours
It downsizes my ambitions
To a burden
That has been laid upon me
Slowly building grudges
I battle to block
I would've liked a lighter inheritance
Or much more to harvest
There is no name to carve on stone
There is no writing
But there's a tradition
That tells you it's a bit late
Accumulating dirt under our nails
Gets a bit redundant
Unhook your chin from your chest
And look me in the eyes
Before your hands
Get pulled and buried in the fucking soil
The fatigue and bitter temper
Of complaints and anger
Builds up on my back
I grow sore
Do something with this name
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2. |
Cry Wolf
01:34
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Chemically unbalanced words
Resonate overly
In common places
Eroding their meaning
The shadows embrace
Your false claims
And suffers the consequences
Cry wolf no more
You know nothing
Of light and darkness
A false prophecy
Under a shade of grey
Stepping in foreign territory
You have been found not guilty
Your make believes
Will silence the remedy
And lead the truly sick
To damnation
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3. |
48H
02:59
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Callous shell
Creeping in the night
Through the herd of outgoers
I've come to outgrow
We rely on each other
To bathe in pleasure of a sunless moment
To compensate as a stress relief
I refuse to believe that warm blood fun
Of a festive night
Outweighs the hard worker's craft
I will be held guilty
Being an absentee
Claiming i'm a pillar
To this fraternity
I won't prioritize
These nights over myself
Anymore
I claim nothing in my name
My ideology, my personality
Forever will be
In a city that never sleeps
I had my time
Now I have my reasons
And it’s tiring for me to explain
And it’s tiring to see faces truly deceived
Under a false pretense
I don’t have a thing to prove
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4. |
Bloodline
03:50
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I'm diseased by our addiction
I'm learning on and on
That I'm always getting further
To approach people
Love sells on a fucking paradox
Exposure is the finest definition
Of proclaiming your
Self confidence
Confidence is non existent
Drowning in ourselves
In an era where we abandoned
Our dreams
At least we can witness
Someone's victory
Within an image
And a picture is worth
A thousand fucking words
I wont be the one that breeds
Another crippled youth
To pursue these poisonous branches
Back to the roots
This name a glowing pride
We are alone in this
I won't leave a legacy
That will devour future dreams
Empowered by screens
We see ourselves
Reflecting desperatly.
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5. |
For The Want Of
03:44
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Burried in me
Now genetically, burried
It gets me everytime
But who makes the rules, who decides
Who decides the consequences
Who decides anything at all
Sometimes I’ll wear a cape
To outwit the executioner
Hounding me
While i cave in my brain
The anguish surfaces
Chained slave
To the voice inside my head
Forever shadow boxing
Against the obsessive compulsions
Intrusive thoughts to ruin my day
In my shallow room
I see the moldy ceiling
And picture back if I have
Completed my task to shut my mind
Before I close my eyes
For the want of a night of sleep
You have to do it all over and over again
It threatens me, if I don’t do what it says
It threatens my surroundings
It just rots in my spleens
It just fucking steals my sleep
It says I can’t go further than 10 miles from home
It says it’ll shrink my lungs
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