1. |
What It Means
03:28
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I don't know what it means.
What's real, what's a dream?
You dub me,
don't call back.
It haunts me,
you know that.
There's something
about how
you push me
away and into darkness.
Getting back the feelings
(that) strayed away from me.
Like everything pregnant with meaning
means nothings to me.
And I just can't atone I guess,
it's something of a consequence.
And each one of my missteps
just cling tightly to me.
I would go
(but) there's desolation in the way.
On the way home
all the lights begin to sway.
You conflate yourself with silhouettes.
I'm losing sight of me.
And you pray it will be different,
but do all the same things.
And I know that each word was said
without a thought for me.
You create and meet each prophecy,
but don't know what it means.
What it means.
But you don't know what it means,
or what's a dream.
Lose yourself in everything.
And in me.
Empty me.
There's a voice inside my head that says
that I should empty me.
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2. |
Don't Say It
02:39
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If I promise then I'll follow through.
I'm out of comas and into you.
You pierce my aura only when I'm low.
There's toxins in the things that you "know".
Your gaze is on my back and don't say it.
Staring at a screen with a mind so vacant.
Don't say it, don't say it.
It's been too much, can't take it.
And my heart is a vagrant
just searching for home and taking
stock of all the mistakes in
a life of accidents, maybes.
Don't say it.
Listening to murmurs of
wet concrete and halogens.
Spinning tires that mimic them;
process of remembering.
Urges of destruction spin
inwardly, then out again.
Burning leaves carcinogens
where _____ were;
a christening.
Oh, I don't want to go
but I have to.
This isn't home.
And I'm not whole, no I'm not whole.
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3. |
Home, Again
03:31
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So we're walking in circles.
You know.
Lose control.
It's so outta pocket, donno how to stop it.
All I know:
everything's straight toxic if we being honest.
We're so alone
and I'm calling for you
but there's a disconnect,
it feels so empty.
I look away,
you look at me.
I start to sway.
Nothing's in me.
No compromise.
Fires rise.
Shield your eyes.
And I'm home,
again.
But I don't wanna see you again.
Remembered beds
and memories that I wrapped in lead.
All in all,
I don't believe it.
Pray for fall;
new sense of meaning.
It's subtle:
the pain in my chest, I'm not getting rest. So
gradual.
Everything festers under this pressure.
It's like a whisper
in my head,
Cutting deeper
again.
You said that this would be different
but I don't see it.
You're looking at me so different,
I feel it.
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