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When the guts fall out the pills fall in, I'm in the wind
It's all starting to wear my skin incredibly thin
There's something clawing out its way through my chest
There seems to be something wrong now with everything
I just need a little bit more
To get out the door
For a while I thought that the darkness in my heart
Had grown into the center of it right there from the start
Now I know it was molded in by an uncaring hand
Kneaded in over so many years yet here I stand
No reason left to look for
You came crashing down to the floor
There was nothing to you anymore
The lights have all come down
Walking with a frown
Can they even see you standing now
That goddamned pit may seem deep
But lucky thing is
That we are all blind to our cruelest twist
For the first time in my life
There's no catch to my happiness
It ain't hung on somebody else
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Sick Days
03:31
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And I know that I can't
Go back to before
Back to the fall
They all say that it's all right
They all say
I'm fine
That I'm okay
Oh well then when
Does it come roaring back again
Counting down the sick days on the walls
I got nothing going on
In my bones I feel the nectars call
I'm already gone
Breathing through your neck so we can keep
Throwing hard eyes across the room
I knew it all along
It is the drifters fall
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Life Below the Waterline
06:02
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For the Love of God
05:24
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For the love of god get yourself together
The dark isn't far
For the love of god you've already spent time
Tearing it apart
For the love of god this life keeps going
Just shy of the mark
For the love of god since all other love
You’ve pushed to the side
Because there is a piece of me, not very well hidden at all
That still craves for violence, line them up against the wall
A life that rips apart and gets ripped apart
Leaving nothing good behind
Finding the peace amid the noise
At least this pain is just for me
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A Small Mercy
04:57
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Dire Star
04:55
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"As the pressure grew my violent disgust started to turn into a strange form of intense apathy. A big part of the beauty I started to experience in my life was born from this indifference. Was it me finally letting go of what other people thought of me and rising above the judgement of strangers as my own individual? Or was this the last glimpse of self-awareness before I snapped? Is there a difference?"
There is no home, there is no hope, all the while I'm gone
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The Wavemaker Falters
03:36
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