1. |
Manifest
01:02
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There's no progress,
Nothing left to extract.
The weight we carry brought the pain in my back,
and it's no use, the way we rationalize,
that the rich get richer at the cost of our hides.
Guillotine.
Dust of the Guillotine.
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2. |
Black Ice
02:02
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I always sleep with one eye open.
Ain't hard to do when my blood's frozen.
And the ghosts in my room they all know my name,
they all know my name, they all know my name.
And the cracks in my walls they split wide with shame,
they split wide with shame, they split wide with shame.
So when the winter grows cold, and the days grow dark
I remind myself, I remind myself, I remind myself
that I've been here before, and I survived.
So I'm fighting back, I'm fighting back.
That I've been here before, and I survived.
So I'm fighting back, I'm fighting back.
I can feel it.
It's the season.
Every year.
No reason.
I know it's coming,
it still trips me up.
And, honestly?
Enough's enough.
Black ice.
One eye open, my blood frozen.
One eye open, my blood frozen
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3. |
Wordsworth
02:15
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I don't need to fake it. I can hardly speak.
Look me in the eye and call me obsolete.
My death. My way.
My death. I face free of fear.
Chancellor can't you see?
Time is wearing thin.
No-one hear to save you.
Cursed by your own kin.
Your diet? boot leather.
Career in bloodshed.
Step in to the light.
Coward.
Coward.
Coward.
Your purpose? State service.
And what's your legacy?
Coward. Obsolete.
Obsolete.
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4. |
Magic
00:50
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My joy doesn't take away from yours, doesn't take away from yours.
It doesn't take away from yours.
My joy doesn't take away from yours, doesn't take away from yours.
It doesn't take away from yours.
Let me live my life.
Let me live my life.
You wouldn't believe.
Release me from misery.
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5. |
Loss
01:44
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Stuck inside my head again, locked up with fear.
Still can't shake the loss of the ones I held dear.
It breaks my heart.
it breaks my heart.
All the jokes that I read on the web?
All things better left unsaid.
Ain't got no punchline if the punchline is death.
No life. No love.
No life. No love.
Broken heart. Shattered dreams.
Cherish all my memories.
Up at night. Sick again.
I can't help but miss my friends.
All the things I read?
Said in mockery.
Tear drops on my face.
How words make me weak.
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6. |
Atrophy
01:33
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Rip out my hair and slam my head against the wall.
Despite my best attempts I feel I'm doomed to fail.
Rip out my hair and slam my head against the wall.
Despite my best attempts I feel I'm doomed to fail.
And truth be told, I let it slip.
Had it once, but I lost my grip.
At the summit. I went and won it.
Nothing left but to watch myself plummet.
So when they say that what goes up must come down.
Remember, one day it's you that hits the ground.
Metaphor aside.
I'd rather fucking die.
I'll never be what I want to be.
Robbed of my own destiny.
Atrophy, (atrophy.)
Atrophy, (atrophy.)
I'll never be what I want to be. (Atrophy, atrophy.)
Robbed of my own destiny. (Atrophy, atrophy.)
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