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Demons And Freedom
05:19
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There is too much weight. The walls are too high.
The air is too thin. My relations run dry
I don't connect like I used too; my thoughts and people.
And I can't seem to sleep it off. My mind rests but my heart never turns off.
I don't want to face my demons.
I was promised a taste of freedom.
But all I taste is their spit in my face.
I told them I would give anything
To feel release from my pain.
I should've known all this time
that, Father, your heart had always known mine.
How I thought I had it all.
Got my friends; now I'm standing tall.
You'd think I'd be looking down on God.
But He reminded me what it was like to fall.
My pride shrunk 'til I faded.
I hid for the shame that I embraced.
You'd think I'd be sorry because i was wrong.
But I was sorry because I got caught.
I don't want to face my demons.
I was promised a taste of freedom.
But all I taste is their spit in my face.
I told them I would give anything
To feel release from my pain.
I should've known all this time
that, Father, your heart had always known mine.
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Drive
05:35
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I'm starting to find that every dream leaves its ghost behind to pick up the pieces. I am ashamed at the way I behave. My dreams revel in treachery until it goes back to a dormant state. The grave opens every time I awake. The remains tell me that I am insane, and that I am the one to blame.
Feeling love as if I could make it, but I cant stomach it. I can't stomach it. My psyche's on the edge. My drive is driving me to death.
I leave my dreams behind while my mind goes inside, and in that moment we finally lock eyes. Then he goes to the dark side of my brain where I forget all the faces, deeds, and names.
Feeling love as if I could make it, but I cant stomach it. I can't stomach it. My psyche's on the edge. My drive is driving me to death.
Shivering in my cold chamber. My goosebumps tell me of my need for warmth. Life turns cold when you're alone. All the people you're supposed to love, what did you think they were for?
Feeling love as if I could make it, but I cant stomach it. I can't stomach it. My psyche's on the edge. My drive is driving me to death.
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3. |
The Blood We Shared
07:08
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You're not to blame.
I believe we left our names
In a carved tree killed by the weeds.
You and I left, but we stayed.
The forest we cling to
Our secret hiding our refuge
We spent our afternoons
Finding the past through our wounds.
Holding on to the blood we shared.
We found we had nothing to give.
All we were was our identity.
We couldn't live through it all.
Now God has made us small
Enough to realize who we really are.
We are not alone.
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4. |
Be It.
05:20
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I thought I knew what love was.
I found it's what you give up.
Sometimes to love yourself, it's exactly the same.
Sometimes when you don't feel love, they're not to blame.
If you don't have it, be it.
If you don't feel it, sing it.
I thought of you when I hated myself.
You kept me warm when I kept to myself.
But you are no longer here, and I am nothing.
I don't think I could be anybody.
Without her love could I be anything?
If you don't have it, be it.
If you don't feel it, sing it.
Value what you're given, and you will be valued
By those who are given to you.
Made to be alive. In our youth we're too old to die
To pick and choose love between who blesses and hurts us.
If you don't have it, be it.
If you don't feel it, sing it.
I thought I knew what love was.
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Post-pubescent post-rock.
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