1. |
Moles Through Emotion
05:01
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I'm plowing through that old wood for you,
Three stories deep and I breach beneath of you when I needed you,
and I'll wait such a long time,
and it takes such a long time.
I can't see light,
I can't feel right,
without your blind eyes,
next to mine, slow in time.
I'm plowing through that old wood for you,
Three stories deep and I breach beneath of you when I needed you,
and I'll wait such a long time,
and it takes such a long time,
to break what was love but was not right,
so we wait in the dark for the right light.
I can't see light,
I can't feel right,
without your blind eyes,
next to mine, slow in time.
I swear I'll dig right through the things,
covering up what's left of you,
and I swear I'll dig right through you.
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2. |
Vivian
05:42
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I put my back to the ground and take it in.
Can I sleep peacefully,
in your arms for a while,
while I take it in,
your time, your space,
your peace, your grace,
and all that you are,
is all I'm asking for,
I have to find my way back to you,
back to the place when,
exactly who I am, is love by all there could be,
and the true voice is saying the words,
c'est la vie, say you love me,
This is my expression of love I am giving to her,
Hurt me, make me,
the one I know you know,
I could always,
be more if I put my heart into this,
I have to find my way back to you,
back to the place when,
exactly who I am, is love by all there could be,
and the true voice is saying the words,
c'est la vie, say you love me,
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3. |
Transcendance
04:18
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Body out of soul, body out of soul,
are you here for departure,
allow me,
floating as you glow,
out the radio lights and speakers,
so slow me down.
The sea like sounds in the dark,
the moon sky bleeds light for us all,
I know why you could keep me here.
I am trying to transcend but you know,
part of me won't float,
under the weight of gravity.
Body out of soul, body out of soul,
are you here for departure,
allow me,
floating as you glow,
out the radio lights and speakers,
so slow me down.
I hole on to,
this real life memory of you,
while dreams cross the plains into reality,
I don't question why,
you could keep me here.
I am trying to transcend but you know,
part of me won't float,
under the weight of gravity,
I am trying to transcend but you know,
in the end we're all under the weight of nothing.
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4. |
Infectious Blood
04:22
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Sink your teeth into me my love,
eating and feeding,
sink your teeth into me my love,
I don't mind the bleeding,
come throw yourself upon me,
I keep running,
I stay running,
from the days,
to the nights,
Sink your teeth into me my love,
eating and feeding,
sink your teeth into me my love,
I still need a feeling,
If I can't keep up,
would you leave me in the mass,
where we blend into the all,
separate the flesh and let,
the fluid of our love dissolve,
come throw yourself upon me,
You want infectious blood, well you got it
I keep running,
I stay running,
from the days,
to the nights.
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5. |
Cutthroat
03:40
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I don't say too much when the moments right,
I lie just to cut you up, then I cover up.
Survivor by design,
wear these masks to disguise,
hide from these prying minds,
the checks cashed, the doors open wide,
so goodbye.
I'll just keep growing,
every single day until the end of time,
I'll just keep going,
gotta keep on moving,
keep whats hidden left inside.
I killed myself just to feel alive,
taking this needles eye,
with a single thread,
and an evil lie.
I'll cut throats.
Survivor by design,
wear these masks to disguise,
hide from these prying minds,
the checks cashed, the doors open wide,
so goodbye.
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Physis Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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