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Finita La Commedia
03:39
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I wait for oblivion to hold my arid hand, deaf to its whisper, blind to its guise and I embrace what is to
come. I wait for oblivion to grab me by the throat and take me home where "forever" is just another
word for endless slumber. There's no more strength to hold on to my vices any longer. So let me fade
away, just like the rest of them. To hurt you was never my intention but I guess I was wrong in believing
that it was worth it. Sometimes a lesson must be learned through actions of severity. But I guess I was
wrong to be so selfish, to act like God.
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2. |
Untitled
04:30
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Follies and bounds only keep us down. Tooth for tooth will we ever learn to retrace our own heads
where lost truths never slept? All of this means nothing if we will not change. All of this means nothing
and yet we stay the same. Fuse our hatred and our wounds, discern the differences of youth. Bleed
histories from our hearts, breathe with lungs and not our tongues.
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3. |
Living Out A Dying Cell
02:48
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4. |
Ghosting
02:50
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We ache, we bleed, we drown, we cease to be. I sail the oceans of memories once mapped. Recount the
days to salt the loss and regret. If no man's an island then I am lost at sea, without an anchor and you
without me. We burned our sails in the soft light of our last night here.
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5. |
Saudade
05:05
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still left missing the warm light and
those who fill it. home never feels
quite like a home and like all dreamers
I mistook disenchantment for truth. it
gets so lonely chasing my own ghost
in this dead city.
how can we depend on hearts and stars
when there was never any hope for ours?
and you'll remain at arms length.
are we merely chasing lost days
or drifting with ourselves to blame.
questioning absence of our heartbeats.
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our nature is our greatest failure.
so let me self destruct like a dying star.
I will burn out bright,
for a few more moments
you will see me shine.
I'd rather that than to fade away
and be a ghost of yesterday.
I won't be lost in time of forgetful minds
I won't be lost in time
the cycle repeats
as friendships retreat.
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Hemma
04:01
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four years and an ocean
I wait for that smile
forever bright. Älskling,
I'm coming home to counting
bottles instead of sheep
because dreams never brought
you closer to me.
as our futures are left untouched
all the heavens will come for us.
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