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Cold
02:18
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I heard everybody cried at your funeral,
but I'd never know because I wasn't there.
Window shopping for your death bed screaming you can pry his corpse from my cold dead hands.
Serenade me screaming you can pry his corpse from my cold dead hands.
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Mammoth
02:56
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When I die, I want to be forgotten.
A relic of my past is a relic of nothing.
Commemorate me for the anguish that I inhabit.
A tortured essence propagated for a single purpose; to pure my martyrs of the optimism that they hold on to while I welt in the fire and turn to rot.
Give my quivering voice an audience.
Expose me for bearing no merit and I will burn out.
In my self made prison all I found was misery.
My anxiety is a mammoth on my stagnant chest.
Lucid dreaming in death, and I don't ever want to wake up.
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Blight
01:08
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Carve death into my weathered skin.
Shadow the aisles I've paved with blood to allow me to imprint the image of my corpse for all to embrace.
My blight will reverberate through your skull like a drum to the beat of my collapse.
Concentrate my expiration with every fiber that you have left.
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Sadistic
00:50
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Lust to feel the burn catches up with me.
Torture the mind and my body will follow, selfish and sadistic.
Let me lay ruin to it all.
I will carry out the rest of my days buried in regret,
because it's all that I'll ever deserve at all.
Wallowing in selfishness I'll gladly pay the price.
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5. |
Overdose
02:15
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Flush your drug out of my inside.
I overdosed on you because it's all that I came to know,
but I'm tired of the fear.
Tired of waking up not knowing if today'll be the day that I end my life,
caught up on a false dependence.
Shouldn't scare my friends, but maybe I'm too far gone,
because I lost my platform and I'm incapable of retracing my own steps.
The deadbeat son, doomed to wake up in hospital beds for an eternity.
I will push you away and never stop to think twice,
because I get so fucking high off of hurting myself.
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6. |
Heave
02:39
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Choking on stained yellow teeth.
Heaving over dead friends and addiction until I make myself sick.
Grant my brittle limbs a sacrifice.
Indulge upon my fear of desolation and allow me to depart as I endured; forsaken and gone.
Haggard from moving on.
Dissipated by the absence of a kindred home.
My heirloom to all will be the vacant corner of their hearts that I used to infest like a ghost being purified.
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7. |
Adore
02:02
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My burned soul flees to the beach to drown.
Blacked out again, expiration is my escape when insignificance will always be a constant.
I'll fall for what feels like years in anticipation of an exit point.
I have been waiting for this moment for my whole life.
I accept hell on the terms that I'm never free.
I accept a new life of suffering as it's truly mine to adore.
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8. |
Reality
00:56
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I had a dream that I was numb to my memory.
I longed to stay forever but when I woke up you were never really there.
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9. |
Sometimes
02:02
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I'm not ready to die, but it feels like it sometimes.
To live in constant nostalgia is to not live at all.
Too tired to breathe, too lonely to feel,
but I feel everything in overwhelming detail.
I want to be nothing when nothing is the only thing that can make a difference.
My nothing is everything.
I'm not ready to die, but it feels like it sometimes.
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Escitalopram
03:15
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I let the simple things in life pass me by.
Sinking into my chair while bottles pile at your mom's old house.
Moments I should take a note to remember but I've forgotten them all.
I've seen the sun rise across the harbor over Halifax.
The pretentious friend, but I have given all that I am.
I watched the sun rise and it never meant a goddamn thing.
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