1. |
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The cleaner that we get
the more we clear the places
we didn't used to go
and the closer to the end we get
the less safe we really are
from forces we cannot
begin to understand
or refuse to accept
Gone is gone
a corpse dressed in fine clothes
is still a fucking corpse
We are just a circus
at the end of the world
putting fires out
started years ago
by the hands now clearing up
holding every card
writing futures off
not listening
Gone is gone
a corpse dressed in fine clothes
is still a fucking corpse
Gone is gone
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The greys are hard
shadows still hold danger
from the corners of your words
History will lose us all
moving without plans
towards nothing at all
nothing but one final fall
If you don't keep a distance from it all
No one makes a mark
No one touches the fucking sides
And no one will remember you
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Most of your heroes
have old man eyes
When this privilege makes you wanna die so young
'cos what it really is and who you really are
is not one
Most of your heroes
have old man eyes
When I look at you does the light reflect?
Everyones a lie, everyone portrays
figureheads
When you've been fooled for your whole life
What are you gonna see
Who's words will you believe
when you look in my eyes
Most of your heroes
have old man eyes
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Paint yourself
cut your face
hide behind the trash you found out back removable
You've gotta put the work in
You've gotta aim for more
You've gotta graft
not telegraph
not rot away
My idiosyncrasies synchronise with your idiosyncrasies
synchronise with their idiosyncrasies synchronise with nothing
Document
Photograph
Wait to die under the wheels of a constant moving train
Dress for the occasion
Never ask for more
Without graft
your epitaph
will rot away
My idiosyncrasies synchronise with your idiosyncrasies
synchronise with their idiosyncrasies synchronise with nothing
The struggle is more nourishing than the victory
nourishing than your struggle
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5. |
Is The Earth Scared?
01:40
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Rip the inside out everyday
Keep the outside in
so empty
Rotting away for ease
Rotting away with complacency
Willing to lose everyday
Take it all
Give it away
Rotting away for ease
Rotting away with complacency
This is not your own
Those strings can be cut
This is not your own
It may feel feel good
but it's still a lie
and it's not your own
It'll kill you slow
Take all you use
and leave it...
Rotting away for ease
Rotting away with complacency
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