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Intro/Crawl Space
01:56
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I sit in silence, I stare at floors
No sense of happy, no sense of self
Surrounded by sadness, I can’t free myself
And this tarnished shelf, this damaged man
Who’s half connected, half alive
Has nothing left inside, I am growing colder
As each day passes a part of me slips
I’m losing sight, I’ve lost my grip
Desparate for a way out, I’ll take anything
Build a ship out of shattered promises
Watch it fill and start to sink
Drowned myself in your sea of lies
I guess I forgot to
I guess I forgot to think
Some day the bridge you try and cross
Will be the one I fucking burn
I’m tired of your skewed truth
When will you ever fucking learn?
Days I lost I’ll never regain
But that’s okay, I’m okay
I’d rather be alone
Than with you fucking suffering
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In the sanctity of days, remains regret
It’s easier to forget
Disenchanted, I hate what I’ve become
My tongue is numb from screaming at the sun
Memories plague all my dreams
Haunted by the dead who refuse to leave
Limiting myself turns honesty gray
Consequential outcome of being afraid
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Sewage
02:00
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The face of the clock is staring back
With hands that refuse to meet.
I've sat in silence for so long
I’ve forgotten how to speak.
Losing myself inside my head
I can't seem to concentrate.
The face reflecting in the mirror
Is the one I’ve come to hate.
Vaccinate my pain and take it away
Vaccinate my pain and take it away
Classic conditioning falsely self-taught
I’d rather run than face myself.
Time is of the essence, time means shit
When I lost myself you only up and left.
I drank the poison, I took the antidote
Both are the same I hate this fucking place.
Lost in translation, a misunderstanding
Corrected thoughts don’t mend broken hearts.
Vaccinate my pain and take it away
Vaccinate my pain and take it away
When I run out of words to say just know I sincerely tried.
When I start repeating lines just know I ran out of time.
Poetry is poetry and dead men’s fingers pen perfectly
But what about the letters marked “return to sender”
Where the fuck do they even go?
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Fuck Science
01:15
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So you’ve been in the scene for a couple years
And you feel like we owe you something more
Hows this for a fucking reward?
Hows this for fucking respect?
Take your ego and tie a knot
Hang yourself off the basement wall
Take these words aiming like a gun
Pull the trigger and you still won’t learn
We owe you nothing.
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The saddest part of living life is all the lies we choose to make
With no discrimination to those we love and hate
Self-preservation looking out for number one
But life crashes down when the web is spun
Don’t tell me who to be
I refuse to be a drone of society
Conditioned to failure running through the generations
Cut shaped and molded by self-degredation
Taught to obey as to be left alone
Answers to every question are assumed to be known
Don’t tell me who to be
I refuse to be a drone of society
Adaptation through the ages
Cultural revelations
Emancipate and liberate
Become autonomous agents
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Walking Distance
01:34
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Sidewalks, benches and that stupid fucking clock
Staring at the world from an empty rooftop
Wishing big and planning an escape
Not sure what we’ll find but we’ll hope for something great
Looking past building and through the waste
Finding every road leads to the same place
A different town with a familiar taste
Watching my dreams slowly dissipate
Simpler days seem so far away
Memories forgotten til today
Long lost friends I wish I could see
I hold on to these promises I swore to keep
A desolate street, a vacant parking lot
A portrait of a family left to fall apart
Walking with shadows makes me feel less alone
I’d like to be anywhere but at home
Throwing rocks at moving trains
Smashing bottles to ease our pain
Searching for coins we placed on tracks
I never fucking wanna go back
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40 Hours
01:06
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A nation built on credit
Makes a lot of sense
Why I’m fucked with debt
Living makes me stressed
I still have no idea who I think I am
I still have no idea who I think I am
Forced to accept these terms of agreement
Welcome to your life
40 hours a week is the new part time
I remember like it happened yesterday
Tearing through this fucking town like a shockwave
Being forced to grow up left me with regret
The American dream is fucking shit
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My anger pulses through my veins and takes it course
Rendering my throat useless, screaming til I am hoarse
Sometimes I forget how to breathe, sometimes I forget
When I come to my senses I’m standing alone, I’m on my own
You’ve given me a thousand chances and I’ve fucked them all up
But not this time!
Blinded by ignorance, I’m quickly silenced not by choice
My fear clouds my judgment and masks my truest voice
I spend so much time making excuses that don’t make sense
And still you’ve given me chances and I’ve fucked them all up
But not this time!
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Angels With Filthy Souls
01:45
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So called friends with their fucking problems searching for sympathy
When I needed you most you weren’t to be found, don’t come crying to me
Leaving me behind when you get your help, seems so fucking easy
I can’t believe I’m still sitting here, that’s just the human in me
Pushed to the edge, then pushed some more
How long did you expect this to go on for?
Lies and rumors flood from your mouth, I’m starting to notice a trend
I thought I could trust you but I was wrong, no you’re no fucking friend
I can’t sit here anymore, i just can’t fucking pretend
Today is the day where this all ends, you can’t make amends
Pushed to the edge, then pushed some more
This will continue on no more.
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Between Shadows
01:31
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Wilted flowers lay dead in the snow of a foundation that once stood on its own
Static seems simplified, but simplicity isn’t always simple
And silence so deafening that it’s almost damaging to be heard
Skeletons protecting these half beaten hearts
Somewhere between shadows is light hiding in the dark
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Green River Black
01:49
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I stare into the fire place
See the closest resemblance of me
At certain angels beauty shines through
But these moments are rare and few
The song has changed
My mood has changed
The seasons changed
But I haven’t changed
Trampled by all of life’s routines
I’m drowning in the oil of this machine
I can’t think on my own
Will you please finish for me?
But I know you never will
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Buildings and Bridges
02:33
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Far from ancient rituals
Dreams from an archaic past
Architectural advancements seemingly arcane
Technology changes yet I stay the same
Buildings and bridges
Something I’ll never understand
The structure and framework
My life could never have
Beams and foundations
A composition exists
Socially unattainable legends and myths
Long gone, long gone, long gone.
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Every town is different but the same within
I see it on the faces of everybody walking
Stranger in some foreign land I’ve got no place to go
Drowned by emotions I will never show
The glass was never full, it was always empty
Choked by false promises and lies that are fed to me
I’ve closed my eyes for so long that I can’t sleep
I miss those days with my hands in the fucking concrete
Tired, worn out, beaten, not an ounce of happiness
Wondering how we got ourselves in this mess
How can we get out, or is this destiny?
Growing up is not how I envisioned this to be
Lying here at the bottom of this well
Gazing down, reminiscing on what fell
Everything I have ever wished for
Everything that has never fucking came true.
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Four Fingers Denville, New Jersey
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