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Casual Waters
01:46
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I was grown on a flood plain
With a river that would not flow
And all those casual waters
Wouldn’t wash me back to my home
I was planted in sediments
But my roots - they did not hold
I was swept from that flood plain
And I fear I may have plateaued
All these casual waters
They’re anoxic and stagnant
Lying lone on my map
Is a solitary “x”
With no clear direction to take
I’ve been led to a lake
It stays frozen for hundreds of days
The right location but the ice won’t break
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2. |
Masques
03:49
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Drawn dark circles round my eyes
Still a striking resemblance
A hazy face, a poor disguise
An image altered from my mind
Well I’m still waiting for someone to give me a sign
My eyes are locked to an empty floor
I’ve been looking for time but it's not where I’ll find any more
Now I’m left to dwell on it – all the ways I felt and the things I said
And I’m trying to phrase it all into something elegant
It won’t matter how thick I layer it
If that paint will always crack
It won’t matter how much I hate it
I can't hide behind that mask
Well I can’t – I’ll never come to terms
With the fact that I just maybe
Could have brought this all upon myself
An overwhelming deluge
I've been wearing a mask to impress you
I've been wearing a mask to pretend I'm alright
I've been wearing a mask to impress you
I've been wearing a mask but I can't sleep at night
I've been wearing a mask to impress you
I've been wearing a mask but won't put up a fight
I've been wearing a mask to impress you
I've been wearing a mask but I can't sleep at night
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3. |
Pulse
05:13
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I’d take a match to our foundation
If I’d burn it to the soil
I yearn for your appreciation
But I’ve learned to love the turmoil
Milky eyes – a static haze
Blaring lights – dragging days
Feeble minds – crooked legs
Exit through from which they came
You are an imposter and I am your crutch
You rest your body on my rigid arms
I inched around the precipice and saw you there (but I still have a pulse)
I came undone by accident and lost my air (but I still have a pulse)
I used to be in bloom but I’ve been used
To substitute another's loss
I’ve been plucked of all my petals
Discarded for she-loves-me-not
Cliché smile – familiar scent
Clothes unwashed – hair unkempt
Feeble minds – crooked legs
Exit through from which they came
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4. |
Anything, Anymore
04:25
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I could have caught on - I watched it slip
I felt my fingers graze and slide right through my grip
I used to feel bad when I was wrong
But I don't believe in anything anymore
I am calculated - desensitized
A wound automaton that cannot unwind
It was apparent that I was wrong
But I don't believe in anything anymore
I was once a young man but I still don't know the world
But I am standing steady on my practiced pedestal
I saw your words on paper – you slid them through my door
"I've never seen a fate that’s quite as beautiful as yours"
I was on a path that I knew was certain
One I never questioned - it was always predetermined that I'd follow every well-weathered road
But what did I know? (What did I know?)
And I am puzzled by this paradox -
Every time I follow my heart I'm told to turn around and use my mind
Do what makes you happy or pay off all your debts?
What do I know? (What do I know?)
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5. |
Doppelgänger
03:40
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Seems as I have woken up again
I'm lost inside my head, I cannot focus and...
I’ve been fighting the ghost of things I could have been
Since doubt has always been my closest friend
I start to shake when I’m alone
Start to twist and crack my bones
For a chance to sell my soul
I have a pain inside my skull
And I medicate myself till everything is dull
I feel like I’ve been floating above myself
An artificial man, a doppelgänger
I have been spinning and writhing like a violent ceiling fan
And I’m trapped
I’m trapped, I’m trapped, I'm trapped inside this cycle of endless circles
And I’m trying to make sense
Of what, of what, of what I just can’t manage to comprehend
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6. |
Qualms
04:53
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The ground on which I stood was angled
The world had tilted far off of the axis it had known
The line from which I hung was tangled
Forced to face the shine that made me stagger to that lure
I am not your friend – nor your close companion
I had once renounced all my dreams abandoned
I could have gone on and on for days
But we all have our qualms we need to face
I took the scraps from your hand
I went for the note I knew I couldn’t hold
I pushed my luck till it bent
My horseshoe wrapped into a spiral
It may seem insignificant to anyone but me, but I had given up my dreams
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7. |
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02:40
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8. |
Anti-Joy (Reprise)
03:46
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Wonder where I’ll find myself at dawn
Cause I’ve been kissing the shadows that walk the walls
Put on my mask, you can see right through
I’m still too proud to believe in the truth
I don’t hear what I don’t want to believe
And it will never hurt me
I’m just a checker in this game of chess
A silhouette just without the darkness
There’s no one left to unimpress
Wonder if it’s time to shed my skin
To open up my mouth and crawl out from within
I walk these broken lines
They lead such incomplete lives
I will be the break in your broken lifeline
(Take a breath)
I’m just a checker in this game of chess
(Take my hand)
A silhouette just without the darkness
(Take a breath)
There’s no one left to unimpress
(A fresh breath of aerosol)
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9. |
Summit
04:21
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I could feel the pull – dishonest as a whole; too tempting to ignore
Put all my thoughts aside – while it grabbed me by my stomach and wrenched me to the floor
The only things I'd find – I saw a shining light and a gold that's meant for fools
I admit that I – I reached up towards that summit, but I couldn't enjoy the view
Have you ever seen the end of your reverie, only to turn around?
I was at fault to think I'd see all of my goals in artificial lights
I admit that I – my flag flew on that summit, but I didn't belong that high
There came a point in my life – I didn't trust any of the words I'd write
When everything that I'd say – was insubstantial and thus transparent
For every due that I'd pay – it wasn’t worth being inconsistent
It’s time to turn out that light – and put to side all the things I had in mind
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10. |
Torrent
03:55
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Palms pressed tightly to my eyes
Static streaming black and white
The noise pollution fades away
And colored streaks run through my sight
Lying flat on my side
I rearranged words from the lines
You spoke while I despised
No I will not feign
Ignorance though you’ve implied
Your time is worth more than mine
I caught myself counting the seconds away
You’ve squandered your time to be entertained
And now my oldest friends have become my newest fears
Every interaction is increasingly insincere
You’re swimming calmly in my wake
Well I’ve been thrashing constantly for days
Trying to craft torrential rains
If there were an eye to my storm you have stared into it
You crashed into my perfect 20/20
Now I’m blinded by a foreign body
Lying flat on my side
I rearranged words from the lines
You spoke while I despised
No you should not feign
Ignorance though I’ve implied
Your time is worth less than mine
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11. |
Patchwork Walls
05:47
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This smile - it’s just a mockery
A false impression of a moment in time
It’s one you had immortalized
While we stood like soldiers in a line
My blood is thinner than water
And yours is thick like mud
Well I may be blinded by the bursting lights
But it’s not too hard to see that…
My blood is thinner than water
And yours is thick like mud
We built a home of patchwork walls
And we should have seen it coming
That the rest would try to tear our home to shreds
I made a name for myself
Dug it out of the ground where you left it
It was dirty and worthless
Well, someone carved out my name
Dug it into the bark of a tree
Inscribed with the name of a family
My blood is thinner than water and yours is thick like mud
So I found a place for myself
Not defined by a leaf on a limb
Or a distant connection
Little brother – all we have is our father and mother and a handful of others
So why would we describe the ones we love by their blood?
Little brother – all we have is our father and mother and a handful of others
So why would we describe the ones we love by their last names?
Little brother – all we have is our father and mother and a handful of others
So why would we describe the ones we love by their family tree?
Little brother – all we have is our father and mother and a handful of others
So why would we describe the ones we love by their family?
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