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Weezy
05:34
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Radio fingers, dialing nothing
With steadfast lust for a number
Heavenly bodies, wait for the effort
That hard worn look never slumbers
Could you always bear the burden
Feel the pressure bury into you
See the answers float around us
Move away from these wasted views
I just want to feel like i’m a part of
This place, these words I can’t get to
Cause I try, I try to make things so hard
Do you really think we’ll make it through?
Let’s just sew each other down
Ghost of a person, feels like a whisper
Just living life as intended
Breathe for the first time, birth of a new fire
Decisions give you a purpose
Would you always go the wrong way
Could you turn around, forge a new song
With a rhythm, so propelling
Never one meant to stay for long
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Feeder
03:57
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One by one the gears are breaking
Losing teeth and slowly shaking
This is the end of courting
Bad ideas
Dreaming big of tiny houses
Lease them out to ideal spouses
I just want some dependency
Chorus
This is the death of the ornaments
We’ve tried to cover the scars
What do you do when you can’t turn away
Would you go back to the start?
Carry on my wayword soldier
There’ll be peace when you are dead
Filtered through a fascist mirror
Bronzed for all to see your dread
Seven deadly sins aplenty
Add a couple more tonight
Let’s pretend things are a-okay
Chorus
Bridge
You couldn’t take it, this time
Feed into the anger
You couldn’t make it, this time
Just fucking fake it
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Apollo Star
06:39
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Oh, Apollo
You’re so proud
Of your golden wings
Feeling certain
You’re the king
Of all these earthly delights
disengage and let your fruit grow bitter
Can’t look down, let them fall
Force yourself in front of all these mirrors
Higher and higher, wait for the people’s applause
You’ve ascended
To your rightful throne
It’s so splendid
You’re finding all the reasons in the sky
This ember
Of pure disdain
Ignited
Apollo Star
You’ve flown too close to the sun
Oh, Apollo
How you’ve grown
Into madness so pure
These delusions that you live
Can’t pretend anymore
This. is. Not. me. This is not the same Apollo
This. is. Just. a way of coping with these lies
Staring left and let. The. words. Come. flowing through you
This is. How. I. will. Fly. this. Is how i’ll take flight
Take flight
Fly far
Away
But trust me
You will hit ground again
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4. |
Burn Pattern
05:51
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This is it
Founder of my sin
Tarred and feathered
Buried without kin
Blackened eagle
Wings clipped to the bone
Burn the archives
Break these idols made of stone
You call us the disengaged
Pushed under
Avert your eyes and bend the knee
No progress
Dance around the hurtful truth
One reason
Old souls are crying out
Please go…….
Hold the door for the orphans
Creeping death all around
Bursting eardrums with holy sounds
Hold your breath keep your eyes closed
Crimson stains on the ground
Free theses sinners tied and bound
When you look to the sky
And you feel like dying
Hold onto the memory
You could lose all your troubles
If we gain control
Just to find out how we made it through
As the lights grow dark
And you feel like flying
Hold onto the memory
You could live with vigor
If you feel the hurt
Just to feel alive, Just to feel alive again
When you reach for the stars
And you feel like dying
Hold onto the memory
You could lose all your troubles
If you let it burn
Got to feel the burn, Got to feel the burn again
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Narcissa Denver, Colorado
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