1. |
Dimmerall
04:45
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My love's tearing me into
Got too close and you pulled me through
Now it's hard to breathe when your around
This one and another just killed my brother
Dimmer
All the while
And it's killing me
This trust put the gun in my mouth
Let my gaurd down
And you cut my throat
Dimmer
All the while
Now I miss my needle
It always knew just how to forget
Dimmer all the while
The future's here and I'm not on the list
The future's here and I'm not on the list
Dimmer
All the while
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2. |
Infinite Phoenix
05:00
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From ashes soar
Let the embers of our trail
Burn out the eyes
Of those filled
With fear
And disrespect
With fear
And disrespect
Burn out the eyes
Fear
Disrespect
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3. |
Power Lines
05:18
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Just leave it alone
I've said enough
I'm done with that
Just let it go
This dinners cold
And riddled with fat
Move on, Move on, Move on
Move on down the line
We don't have to speak
For everything to be fine
Just leave it alone
This inquisition's got to stop
Just let it go
I've said too much and I've had enough
Just leave it alone
The conversations grown stale
Move on, Move on, Move on
Move on down the line
We don't have to speak
For everything to be fine
Power
Lines
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4. |
Prey
05:56
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Don't bleed me
I've breathed
My last breath
Across your lips
I've gathered
All my change
And dropped it
Down your throat
Don't blame me
For your own
Incompetence
And needs
I've fed
Your needles
For long
Enough
I can't prey
Without arms
I can't beg
Without a voice
I can't watch you
Without eyes
I can't want you
Without a heart
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5. |
The Stray
07:13
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To death we walk
On
This is the end of the line
This is the end of the line
This is the end of the line
This is the end of the line
You hate
You breed
You hunt
You suffocate
You stalk
You kill
To death
We walk
On
This is the end of the line
This is the end of the line
This is the end of the line
This is the end of the line
You hate
You breed
You hunt
You suffocate
You stalk
You kill
To death
We walk
On
Follow
The
Stray
Falling
Crawling
Away
Follow
The
Stray
That
Which
Can not
Stay
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6. |
Virus Landing
06:58
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Numbering my days
Let the clock stop
This fate my prison
These bars my own
I hold the key
Release
Set me free
Through these eyes
I have seen
And I call out
There's got to be a better way
Numbering my days
Let the clock stop
This fate my prison
These bars my own
I hold the key
Release
Set me free
Through these eyes
I have seen
And I cry out
There's got to be a better way
Through these eyes
I have seen
And I cry out
There's got to be a better way
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7. |
Wash Over Me
06:51
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Standing on the edge
Of the world
With one desire
To be pure
To be pure
To be pure
To be pure
Cleanse my soul
Sinking down
Let the death
Wash over me
Wash over me
Wash over me
Wash over me
Choke
Swallow down life
Too deep within
Flood my soul
Flood my soul
Flood my soul
Flood my soul
Wash over me
Flood
My soul again
Breathe
Let it seep in
Choke
Swallow down life
Too deep
Within
Everything
Has it's order
Don't be
Don't be afraid
One long
Deep breath
Hold
Then release
Hold then release
Just relax and breathe
Flood
My soul again
Breathe
Let it seep in
Choke
Swallow down life
Too deep
Within
Everything
Has it's order
Don't be
Don't be afraid
One long
Deep breath
Hold
Then release
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