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Psych
03:16
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Where were you when I was all alone at your backdoor
Did you hear me screaming at your guise
Trying to get beneath your core
Now I’m wasting space beneath my psyche
Trying to get back to a mind that’s right
I know your just fine
Staying disinclined
To give back what was mine
Cause you’re not here now
(pulling me down again)
And there’s no fear now
(pulling me down)
I only wanted honesty
That offered me some closure
I hated all your ethics
As a slave to your composure
You’re always playing the martyr
I’m always sitting a few steps behind
And this space feels vacant
Stuck somewhere in between
What I thought was enough for you
My only hope was to see this through
Through the rise and imminent fall
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Resolve
03:01
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I’m running out of empty spaces
Earning baggage from common faces
A static nomad
That won’t outlast the day
The absent noise
The grind in my teeth
A testament to what’s laid beneath
Spent ambition, fallen short of grace
I’m begging for peace of mind now
Steadfast effortless to the cause
If I fall asleep again being dormant
What does that say for my portrait
Am I even constructing one at all
All I know
Is that I’m making excuses for the unknown
I’m fighting for clarity
To determine where I’ll be
Pushing forward to unmask my resolve
My nerve is weak
With a month looking bleak I pull the covers up over my head
And these walls seem desperate
To keep me confined
I can’t determine if I’m hoarding or if I’m losing time
Feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind
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3. |
New Low
03:13
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Don’t let me down I feel just like I’m fading
Revolving circles in your room
I always felt like a ghost when you called out my lapses in judgement
Through the ruse
I lay below the space that’s in between
The solitude and confinement
I wait there now to let the discord and static die down
In a space of my own
In the new low
Picking up all the pieces that I knew that should have let go
You’ll find me right here
Discontent but aware
I’m always chasing the scene that know just can’t compare
And im always keeping my fists below the waist
From fighting the gravity that’s keeping them down
My muscles ache in the absence of your aid
But who am I to say that maybe
That things could change
Change and be different
I got used to the thought that things might not be the same
Its always the same
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4. |
Like a Ghost
02:19
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5. |
Spun
03:29
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Hide your lead
Give me some time
I want to feel home in my, skin
I want the chance to crawl outside my own boundaries
Bridge the gap and repair my foundries
(my mold’s been wearing thin)
And lately
Ive been confessing all my sins at the ceiling
Hoping they’d find their meaning
(find their meaning)
Is this really all I can feel
Numb to progress hidden in the veil
Buried under the last stone
I skipped out on long ago
What have I’ve done
(Getting spun in a vicious spiral)
Separated from everyone
(Like a ghost I’m transparent)
Look what I’ve become
(And I’m lost now, Now I’m stranded here)
New a new start
(I take the blame everywhere)
Can I come up with a reason
For my own self treason
(To reflect my state of being)
I told them that I gave up looking for now
And if I cut the ties with all my allies
(Does the selfish guilt fade to gray)
I told my self there’s no going back now
I’m wait deep in my own apathy
(False prophet spilling lies that are weak)
I’m losing ground getting frail in the knees
But still standing I walk on
Still standing I walk on
Lately
I’ve been confessing all my sins at the ceiling
Hoping they’d find their meaning
(Separated from everyone
Look what I’ve become)
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6. |
Patience
02:57
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Last night you came crashing through my window
The shards of glass embedded in red
I saw your reflection out on the fragments
They showed all the hindrance in your head
And all of the burdens unshed
But I’m no savior
I’m hardly vigilant from repeating all the questions in your stead
Why do I feel like I waste my time
Drifting out of line
Yet its your demise
That seems to occupy all my mind
So why the disdain
Why the test of your patience cascading your veins
Can you admit now that your hallowed out
If I dare to call your bluff
What consequence is there in return
Your guilt is bare but its not enough
The lights delay as you toss and turn
If I made you an offer that you couldn’t refuse
Would you stay where you are, live life in recluse
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Vagabond
03:10
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Yesterday I was honest
But today I would fall
Face first in the inferno again
Testing my promise to god
A simple pawn been devoid of plan
Only asking how long
I feel just like a vagabond
Drifting forward
Floating through
With simple words of little use
(Moving forward with little use)
Just tell me what am I supposed to be
I can’t feel human without
Anything to believe
Please don’t ask if I’m fine
I’ve gotten good at the lies
We know how much you like to see things through
So, lets not make this one an exception
But its not like it mattered
Its not well in the new low
And all
All I can think about
Is this all
All that I have to show
For the scars on my hands
I feel just like a vagabond
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