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Feeling Ill
00:42
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we're so/ we're so sick/ sick of waiting/ sick of begging you to save us/ from this/ you can keep your empty promises/ lying pricks/ choke on your greed and your self righteousness...
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Relief
03:46
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Last night I watched myself sleep and then I flew away. All I recall is sweet relief to be outside my skin. Besides my flesh I left a trail of haunting memories that every day came up like bile in my throat to choke me. In that brief moment, I could have died a happy man. To sleep forever, never have to see my face again. But my eyes open wide, and my heart sinks as I turn on light and look into the mirror. Nothing’s changed.
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The Old Man
00:58
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A shot for every wasted year I’ve accomplished nothing, not one single thing to call my own, no words worth leaving, who would want to read them anyhow? Dust particles collecting on the picture frames are as thick as the bourbon is old, and the cracks that scale the wall act like a mirror highlighting every awkward flaw as I grow old. I entertain the prospect that I might die alone. Chance is slim that someone finds me before I’m reduced to bones. How could the end be happy?
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Falling
02:03
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Frail cold hands clutch a withering heart. Dead stare signals it’s time to depart. Whisked away on a gold chariot high, to be thrown overboard and fall through the sky. Somehow you didn’t make the cut, somehow you didn’t make the cut. You thought your soul was pure, not damned, and just as righteous, but somehow you just didn’t make the cut. How does it feel to be forsaken? To be abandoned by the one you put your faith in? You’d still be here if you believed in nothing at all. This hell you have made is where you will decay.
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All I Want Is...
02:34
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I am nobody. Who are you? Who are you? Are you nobody, too? I’m not sure where I’m headed next, I’ve got sore feet and a heart beating out of my chest. I just want to find a home amongst these boards and insolation-there isn’t one…All I want is to go home…
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