1. |
Worship The Way
03:27
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fighting's a waste again
when I couldn't sleep
begin everyday, everytime tired
release, resent
pick up speed from where I lost you
everyday, everytime tired
everyday, everytime wired to eat the pain
you complain when it starts to ease away the strain
can't combust internally so burn your surroundings
everyday, everytime tired
make a scene, a show they might pay for
everyday, everytime tired
I'm not done with a minute mark
push it away
when it burns
how does it feel?
believe not, worship the way
we need not worship the way
we can close it now
outside is a little a bit colder than
the comfort of your room
at least paying for a hole is better than dying, right?
you can tuck your body away safely at night
displace what you kept inside for days and years
it doesn't have to be like this
but you seem too fine so just forget
been a long day
maybe we're better than the rest
it's a long and slow decay
should i be grateful just for once?
I'm not done with a minute mark
push it away
when it burns
how does it feel?
believe not, worship the way
we need not worship the way
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2. |
Black Is The Last Color
03:17
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I'm sitting on the edge
the clouds inform me
"a little bit of rain
and you will not prosper"
all this will stay the same
if you keep on lacking
a little bit of rain
to suspend your posturing
stay in your pose
bend your soul
to its limits
spent on all
that you saved
for the rain
and saved for the gloomy days
meld love and frustration
let life pass you by
death by quick castration
let life pass you by
your face and the pavement
let life pass you by
blemished and forsaken
let life pass you by
your time will never come
and so are we
be left used and undone
and so will we
meld love and frustration
let life pass you by
death by quick castration
let life pass you by
your face and the pavement
let life pass you by
blemished and forsaken
let life pass you by
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3. |
Lord Of Sudden Anger
04:55
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I let them ingest but they're spitting me out
Beyond my doorsteps you're hearing me shout
He's the lord of sudden anger
I let them ingest but they're spitting me out
Beyond my doorsteps you're hearing me shout
He's the lord of sudden anger
He's the lord of sudden anger
And it's kicking like it's found its danger
He's the lord of sudden anger
Feelings bind they intoxicate
Leaving you blind
Growing pains from the city lights
And sounds of sirens
If you stay then you could be bound
Forever in this place
Of unrest
There's no rest in sight for the day
For the night
I'm in disquiet
I need violence
I need violence
I need violence
I need violence
I need violence
I need to go outside
The blood boils in my veins
Devise a meek escape
Pure loathing will secrete
What's repressed will be displaced
I let them ingest but they're spitting me out
Beyond my doorsteps you're hearing me shout
He's the lord of sudden anger
I let them ingest but they're spitting me out
Beyond my doorsteps you're hearing me shout
He's the lord of sudden anger
And it's kicking like it's found its danger
He's the lord of sudden anger
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4. |
Not Sober
03:30
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I've got too much to say
this pain will not go away
I'm not sober
i feel so burned out
I've got too much to say
this pain will not go away
I'm not sober
I feel so burned out
and down
and just like you
I am playing in the mood
digging up old letters
from the days when we were young enough to see it
I'm impaled by the weight of decisions
compound it with a million whys
slipping in multiplying divisions
how's it not yet restored if it can be rectified
and so they wanna come near
I've got too much to say
this pain will not go away
I'm not sober
I feel so burned out
I've got too much to say
this pain will not go away
I'm not sober
I feel so burned out
and down
and I feel it
coming up urgently with no place to stop by
seems like it's worsening in the best years of our lives
quickening the grace time afforded
by and undeserved borrowed time
so I just take what is left
of what they left of what is left
of the leftover pie
sigh
I've got too much to say
this pain will not go away
I'm not sober
I feel so burned out
I've got too much to say
this pain will not go away
I'm not sober
I feel so burned out
and down
I've got too much to say
this pain will not go away
I'm not sober
I feel so burned out
I've got too much to say
this pain will not go away
I'm not sober
I feel so burned out
and down
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