1. |
Apologies
04:57
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So this fountain of youth has run dry
I'm getting older
I'm becoming one of the people I despise
We say we'd sooner stagnate
Than give our lives to someone else
A means to an end
A means to an end
That ends up costing you more than it ever gives
Their words are heavy on our shoulders
But don't love less
Don't grow colder
Their words are heavy on our shoulders
But don't love less
Don't grow colder
Don't let this world tell you you are worthless
You are a shining beacon
A bright light to other people
You are a bright honest beacon
A sign of hope for broken people
Don't choke on the lies they'll feed you.
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2. |
We Are
02:51
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We came to destroy
Trigger fingers are itching
While we're begging for something different
When confronted with closing doors
Kick open some more
We'll walk a lonely road
With no hand to hold
To welcome us in from this cold
Or care why we're here
This is my crutch
I've got my reasons
Ever changing
Ever ageing
But my dreams still set my heart racing
Make a start
Make a start
With sweat pouring down my face
And an iron heart
We'll take your endings
And we'll make a start
Make a start.
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Salvation
03:12
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An so they say, blessed the weak, woe on the rich, so you'll spend your life shovelling shit, sitting in silence, the first shall be last, the last shall be first, so sit in silence and read your holy books, the first shall be last the last shall be first, so tell me how this life could be worse, pillaged for profit, disguised as good, raped is this earth, so tell me please, how this could be worse? Cause when I breathe in your air, I just want to choke.
We spat on the cross,
And at what cost?
You've been burning truths like books for so long.
So I suppose I'm unholy
A purveyor of sing
I've drank away these days
To sustain a cheap thrill
These are my virtues
These are my hopes
This is my prayer
So you pray and your pray in hope of salvation
And they throw it all back lacking God's validation
These are my virtues
These are my hopes,
This is my prayer-
"THERE IS NO ONE WATCHING OUT FOR ME"
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Atomised
03:03
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So here's to your miracles
Here's to your prophets
I've raised my glass once too many
Too early in the day
I will not
I cannot change
My skin is bare to these elements
I have so few sins for which I've paid
It begins in December
It finishes in May
It begins in December
It finishes in May
It begins in December
and it finishes in May
I write words for other people
When I've yet to save myself
I should know, I should fight it
There is no ounce of my soul worth saving
There is no ounce of my soul worth saving
Its fair to say
A noose is calling my name
Safe and secure in the fact that there is no ounce...
There is no ounce of my soul worth saving.
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