1. |
Venture
03:28
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I'm losing my focus
what to ruin next
afraid of all the could have beens
unable to adapt
the things we do to forget
the times we felt existent in life
like avoiding this record
we played anthemic through our nights
we control
what to expect
of our lives
of ourselves
I don't care if I lose everything I have
I just want to look behind and say
I gave all I had
like having no doubt
where you would rather be
like breaking through walls
if there is nothing to be seen
(they seem so distant)
moving cause movement is all I have
(behind blurred glasses)
what if there is no moving back?
(all these black masses)
in my head I found a fear
I thought I had forgotten
(all my distresses)
remember when everybody changed
and you did not?
we control
what to expect
of our lives
of ourselves
but we long for
burdens to fit
what if you were content
and never lost it?
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2. |
Harbor
02:34
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as our time runs out
I invent places where you
and I both
could have survived
and I lose my voice when
you beg me to speak up
your heart is a fortress
please don't let your guard down
(I am the distant
blurred behind glasses
I am the black mass
I am your distress)
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3. |
Limbo
03:32
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and I became my home
finally alone
make it perfect
or I can tear it all down
sleep with open doors
vulnerable
curious looks through
my black painted window
and all the things
you said I could not do
breaking out of me
pent-up years by you
I can rent my own room
I can buy my own car
I can be my own father
I can break my own heart
I deserve the choice
to stay in limbo
between sleep and life
until I set off
(every step I take
I destroy my path
that lies behind me
so I continue
this wearisome pursuit)
I can hide in this room
I can flee in this car
I can become whole again
I can tear myself apart
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4. |
Rewrite
03:36
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I'm a right click
I have choices
but I can't decide
observing and seeking
a tourist in my own life
this can't be everything
this is the best of me
waiting and working
for better times
and calling it life
so I stare up high
shouting "rewrite! rewrite!"
I can't even speak these words out now
on my way down
I'm paradoxical
as I cut off my hands
to hide what I could have done
or not
there is no way out
I'm so drunk i cannot fear right now
on my way down
I am paradoxical
as I cut off my hands
to hide what I could have done
or not
there is no way out
(we are the fearful)
(we are the brave ones)
and my dreams, they reveal me
and my thoughts, they reveal me
and when I live, I reveal me
I do
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5. |
Closure
06:01
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ready or not
here I leave
until everything's how it's supposed to be
because i don't deserve your fear
about what we'll never be
well i can't write you now
that you had so much bravery that
i could hide behind yours
i could be
in your room
and show you things that you'd like too
a tv show
a record
a scene between me and you
i am blast processing
i promised you this won't be slow
but you hate me more
than i ever knew you, i am sure
i am as nervous as you are
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