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Drawn by amateurs. Fail the basics. Evening calls too late. The floor is wider and quicker than gravity. Reds to blues. She's aware. Spend it as we can. Seeds for you. Rain forever. More sleep as we grow. Time is shorter. We take these and make with them what we can. License to breathe runs down. We're not afraid. More vocal than ever. We are not afraid.
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Through the trees with slivers of light. Paths are starting to fade. Born here but not from birth. Hoping to make it back before the end. The purpose is in the fight. We let our scars pile high. Places signify and implant. But we are here for the people. Even the most high-minded cooperative corrupts in time. Leaders without dissent will fail. Connections may fade but they never leave. Our hands joined in fists forever.
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Please don't quit now.
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Skin falls down over my eyes, like we haven't known time. An embrace left behind. Ears filled with the sound of letting go. A strong push, a subtle nod. Things hide under who we were. My hands grip the rails. A subtle fog where bodies once breathed. Alarms are obsolete, we wake on cue. Death is ever present. Our gift is to navigate without instruments. We sit at the creekside by the abandoned houses covered in moss and waiting to die. A mist just to color. We raise our hands to the sky. Just to feel again as the light runs out.
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The tracks through town keep the neighbors awake. But they soothe me like an ocean wave. The map lit up by the places I fell apart. I remember the names, the houses, the trees. The beauty of the sidewalk concrete. Two rivers bring us back. Plant a stake anywhere and call it yours. One house is razed but the others remain. Inside has changed. Broken windows and no heat. Water to our knees. We've saved ourselves through a collective song. Arms interlocked. Ears bleeding and walking alone. Corners unchanged.
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Icepield - Truth Decay
02:26
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humdrum, pith numb
such pretty hair all tangled with gum
fed up with real life
nothing seems to satisfy
gutta clean up this pigsty
before you wave goodbye
unloved, misjudged
brand new shirt all covered in blood
what's left to believe in
when you're just another has-been?
don't fit in your false skin
here's a song from a tiny violin
oh, what's that sound?
what do the darling voices say?
wallow in empty praise
such a pathetic display
candied lips and hearts
lead to truth decay
punchdrunk, who'd a thunk
you'd fall so miserably you'd flunk
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Icepield - The Glove
02:08
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if the glove fits
time to make it stick
you're unfit for this world
wrong place, about face
open arms return to furled
you're a star, a pretty star
when so alone
a chewy, sticky center
sealed in a heart of stone
little sin, little sin
ain't gonna let you in
not by the worms on your chin
if the glove fits
time to make it stick
you're unfit for this world
wrong place, about face
open arms return to furled
there is no shovel
strong enough to break the soil
no mighty fire
beneath the blood that boils
how many times can you misspell betray
before it's okay
chances all used up
even angels fall corrupt
no safe roads lead home
yet still not free to roam
if the glove fits, if the blood spits
you're unfit for this world
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false eyes have been baptized
such a pitiful disguise
a beginning with no end
so it's time to take a brutal holiday
unsure of origin or destination
in a loop again
there is a hole inside
a darkness that's all mine
like willing legs it spreads
life remains the same on this brutal holiday
unsure of origin or destination
in a loop again
make love to the abyss
spew passion 'til i'm cleansed within
reform the sickened self
the perfect mannequin
devastate, ascend
devastate, ascend
nurture this diseased mind
beware of what you'll find
the suffering befriends
and i hate this rain on my brutal holiday
unsure of origin or destination
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shat out naked
asinine fate
oh, please send help
meat swords unsheathed
the pious mutate
seems they've sent hell
"there's a fork In the road, my friend,"
he said,
"and a knife shaped like a tongue"
true nature shown
lies by design
got some souls to sell
universe stained black
pearly whites divine
but what's that smell?
"there's a fork in the road, my friend,"
he said,
"and a knife shaped like a tongue"
"hey, I've got a question,
the answer unfulfilled --
is knowledge really power
if it forgot to pay the bill?"
beware what the autumn people say
hearts full with night, they shun the day
dig right in to the flesh they flay
no other choice but to obey
wicked or weak, now take your pick
how long until you're drowning in sick?
the righteous life ain't no sweet picnic
but don't tell that to god's lunatics
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Icepield - Open Presence
02:19
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come on down, steal your crown
step into this grim playground
disappoint the coked-out clown
'cause your frown's not upside-down
welcome to a new age
it's such a special day
there's ice cream, balloons, and cake
and a punch in the face
you just learned the earth's round
everything's gone piltdown
it's in this truth you drown
you've been rooked, you've been let down
welcome to a new age
it's such a special day
there's ice cream, balloons, and cake
and a punch In the face, yeah
open your tomb, you'll find a present
embrace your ghost like it's a lesson
make a wish for your favorite fetish
get to the root of your sweet tooth
since when did hell become so swell?
was It even worth ever being birthed?
welcome to a new age
it's such a fucked up day
there's ice cream, balloons, and cake
and a boot to the face
forget the past, you're in the present
regrets again, never learned your lesson
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