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Hollow
04:11
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All our steps are resonating on broken ice,
the cracking’s louder than your voice
that relentlessly tries to change my path.
I’m headed over the wrong side
and you can feel it in my look;
why don’t you let me go on and end this once and for all?
Shallow conversations are the only result of our meet-ups.
On this site a new glow is forming
where your pale, cold arms
used to rest, I chose to ignore them,
and let them grow and become…
Now there’s only resentment building up
much stronger than the poppy seed
we planted together on the verge of the window in my old bedroom,
acting as a reminder of everything we knew we’d never accomplished together.
I’m not with you
you’re not here anymore
but I can hear you
as deep as your voice broke into me
On this site a new glow’s forming
where your pale, cold arms
used to rest, I choose to ignore it,
and let it grow and become a new you.
Stop acting like this isn’t weird
‘cause we’re just as scared as you
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2. |
Never caught
03:50
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You know I know it's not
the time to speak out loud,
these ones are not allies
and one day they'll come for us.
The game is lost
it's all long gone.
Cold sweat,
tight chest,
stiff limbs,
so why me?
This rope just fits so well
This song is not for you.
Dead wrong,
short sight,
never caught.
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3. |
New pain
03:00
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She’s dead in the water;
that’s the last i heard.
There’s fear near the water;
all those wounds she felt.
She’s dead in the water;
there’s only darkness there.
Covered in weeds underwater;
lifeless emptiness.
She’s dead in the water;
that’s the last we heard.
There’s fear near the water;
all the scars she left.
We found
new pain
in our closeness
choosing
silence
over growls
and harshness
in this mess.
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4. |
Wounds
03:26
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we’re facing a new struggle:
the kind of wounds that don’t ever heal
the type of scars that make you look away
but also attract the stares
so you can recreate
the disgust, the contempt you felt.
each day more violent,
each day more cruel.
I just keep falling always under the same rocks.
I can’t stop falling always on the wrong side.
Miles upon miles of organized nowhere.
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5. |
Shell
03:15
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So I wrote it down
about a million times,
that eventually I will turn to dust,
and everything we are
just will be no more,
somehow I find some peace
in these stupid thoughts,
and then back to earth.
Remember them saying:
“you gotta build your very own shell”.
But what about me?
Should I remain human at all?
When did you just suddenly became your very own shell?
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