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Blu Eye L Low
04:14
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As the most momentous entry
In my chronicles of shipwrecking
As a poorly wasted height you linger on
I’ve buried rued days in a secret common grave
But somehow the soil and the dead leaves above
Are simply not enough to keep ‘em gone
Once for all
Wrenched her out of my weak fangs
‘Cause fainthearted wolves shall starve and die
I chase a relentless mirage
Stumbling through deep sand unceasingly
Your perfection stays carved in each sense
No thought escaped the poison
No place remained for reason
Still I’m waiting for the clouds to cry
With a dried up throat
No water is left from my errantry
Towards the middle of the desert
It’s the best place to curse past hesitance
And every single awkward word
Take some time, pull up a chair
I’ve got the indulgence for our lies
Forget our lie
Forget your lie
Wrenched her out
Because fainthearted wolves shall starve and die
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2. |
For Dear Life
04:44
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Unsettle my world at the next appearance
Withstand the rag I wove to whisk you off
Like an incense stick’s dead ember
The hands of mine won’t exorcise the curse
Visit the toy town you had to tear down
We’ve got our proof that ashes are fertile
And take up the well-laid table times now
It’s just a pair of antlers missing on my wall
Once you fled from evenfall
Remember, sleep lies in wait
To deceive us like back then…
…when verdancy asked for a dance with the light
And brought some rough gem to deface the treasure:
"We’re sorry, Sir. But the sweet juice of life
Isn’t on our bill of fare tonight."
Once you fled from evenfall
Forgiveness might be out of reach
If one falls asleep first
And the sand runs through my hands
As everything blooms and fades away
Without cease
Cast up your weary eyes
Someone is staring at closed lids
Fulfillment will remain desire
If you’re not awake betimes
And the year draws to a close
Since tomorrow has become yesterday
All too fast
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Briar
03:18
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Count my bones
Turn my heart into wax
Take my hope
Burn it down in my chest
Dim my light
To the dust of my death
Break me - for you may have been right
So I was never
Meant to be your savior
All of our plans went wrong
Now we’re waiting for the end to come
Cleave my tongue
Turn my heart into wax
Drain my lungs
Burn it down in my chest
Veil my eyes
To the dust of my death
Break me - for you may have been right
So grief at last
Is tearing us apart
Turn my heart
Into wax
Burn it down
In my chest
Turn my heart
Into wax
Burn it down
No regrets
All of our plans went wrong
Now we’re waiting for the end to come
Every step onward led us once again
Straight to the start
Count my bones
Take my hope
Dim my light
Break me - for you may have been right
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Misfortune's Lullaby
04:00
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Smothering is the fragrance
Of your scentless fume
As deer longs for water
So I longed for you
Weary as in days of old
A loving hind, a graceful doe
Intoxicated by love
Oh, how far do we have to go
To robe ourselves in strength
And break the spell
Failures bred by failure
Thousands and a thousand more
Bastilles built on vapour
Must you keep me prisoner
Weary as in days of old
A loving hind, a graceful doe
Thou art so beautiful
Broken flings and shattered dreams
Lingering in our memories
Intoxicated by love
Oh, how far do we have to go
To robe ourselves in strength
And end the chase
'Cause as for love there's no remedy
Than to love more
Sound asleep we rest
In the beds of our suffering
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Wreath
06:05
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Withered florets
All riven by grief
Then beloved and prosperous
Now sere and casting leaves
Once delightful blossoms
Thriving amongst thorns
Shrouded by trees
And left behind in days bygone
As morning spreads its wings
Upon the mountains
Pale roses hang their heads
Downheartedly in shame
Mute tongues break out in song
Woe-humbled souls shout for joy
Somewhere between bloom and blight
In course of ripening
We unlearned drawing battle lines
Thus the light keeps dwelling in the outmost sea
Standing to reason
That vacuous words have grown on us
So, what shall we say then
Unforgiveable is to relive the past
Sound the bells of hope
Lest we forget
Adorned with purest gold
The dead bury the dead
Lest we forget
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