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Mess
02:21
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Think of your home, burn it down
Dig through the ash 'til it's ground
Factoring your choices, what's stopping you now?
Gather up your voice and lets make this thing loud
Because they said you could, and you know now that you should
You should, I should, I WILL
Because I'll freak out
Until I black out
Before I reach out
For another hand out
This was not to be a normal life
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Quick
04:41
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So put a match to these bones, I think that my warmth has escaped
And I'm growing cold
When did life get postponed, to help me dig out of this grave,
With the sense I owe?
I know that there's not enough hours a week
To find this productive then get any sleep
When my mind seems to go to more colourful things
My pocket is screaming out, "God when will you fill me?!"
Oh, it feels so good
To be submerged again
Below
I'm not giving it up again
So I must really implore
Won't you stay, away?
So make that call to the home, it seems that my youth has escaped
And I'm not but old
I'm tired, I'm broken, I'm grinding my teeth
My stomach's in knots from the fact I eat cheap
But my spare time is used up on things I can't eat
So give me shift work, and night jobs, and work every weekend 'cause
Oh, it feels so good
To be submerged again
Below
I'm not giving it up again
So I must really implore
Won't you stay, away?
Oh, it feels so good
To be submerged again
Below
I'm not giving it up again
So I must really implore
Won't you stay, away?
Not giving it up
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3. |
Silver Line
04:36
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Take your notes and take a glance
The lines are drawn out in the sand
I know that this part has no residence
I like the fact that we all fall
It's the best that keeps us whole
For we all bury down our skeletons
So set your path, and lock the front door
Set your path, unhinge it all
Set your path, and lock the front door
Scream it into the sky
Silver line where have you gone?
Come down here for the chance
For us to get along
So take a breath or take a knee
And dust the finger prints you see
On your exposed skin, it's nothing new
'cause it's a shame you don't recognise
No-one makes it out alive
So what's the point in keeping the glass half full?
So set your path, and lock the front door
Set your path, unhinge it all
Set your path, and lock the front door
Scream it into the sky
Silver line where have you gone?
Come down here for the chance
For us to get along
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4. |
Three Four
04:18
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Let's bring to light, all the promises made
Put them against all the people that, you've betrayed
I'm running thin, but I'm running at least
You try to move, but I don't think you've found your feet
You're flapping your lips, it's come through thick
But what's the point in talk when it's just shit?
Setting the fire you all, use it for light, while making sure
What makes you think, that we're fine with this?
Go make the rules, change them that they suit you
Nothing to fear when there's no-one that's left to screw
So on your box, make sure that you look big
Don't let them know that these shoes are not made for kids
You're flapping your lips, it's come through thick
But what's the point in talk when it's just shit?
Setting the fire you all, use it for light, while making sure
What makes you think, that we're fine with this?
It's so damn hard, but even medicated I'd still fight you
What makes you think, that we're fine with this?
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Colour Blind
04:46
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And I'm not quite sure that my shadow's cast
I'm finding it hard again not live in the past
But I know now, I need to live inside this time
But it's not enough, no it's never enough
So breath me in, 'cause I'm paper thin
And I wouldn't hold your breath, 'cause you wont last
Maybe when you find all your sense
You can paint me your way, but I wont lie
I'm colour blind
So I'll bite my tongue and take my leave
There's nothing incriminating me
So I'm heading out, I'm getting down this long road
And I've fallen enough, to give it all up now
And I'm hoping, hoping this aint one of those times
'cause it's not enough, no it's never enough
So breath me in, 'cause I'm paper thin
And I wouldn't hold your breath, 'cause you wont last
Maybe when you find all your sense
You can paint me your way, but I wont lie
I'm colour blind
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