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Don't Buy The Hype
01:45
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You’re always catchin’ me when I’m down on my luck
When I’m running on E and take a turn for the worse
You don’t owe me anything
I had it all planned out but then you get in my head
So now it’s fallin’ apart again and again
You don’t owe me anything
Don’t buy the hype
You’ve just barely scratched the surface
Take a look underneath, could you ever see what I see?
Convincing you might be another exercise in futility
I guess you’ll just have to trust me
If I hear you talking shit about my friends
You’re not my friend
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Drowning, Louder
03:27
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Transmission’s weak, it’s been ages since
The operator left, abandoned post
And now to you the mantle passes on
Now I’m thinking back to all the moments in my past
When I felt just like them
(so for those whose time is critical)
(Trust me I know it’s hard)
It’s hard enough to make a sound
when you’re drowning now
But if you can, and I will do my best to lend a hand
We must raise our voices louder, and drown them out
No hidden motives in company we keep
No secret message and only truth to speak
And now to you, the choice to carry on
Now I’m thinking back to all the moments in my past
When I could have used a helping hand
(So for those whose time is critical, we are not alone)
And it would have helped just to have seen someone else
Just to have heard another voice to start the chant
(Trust me I know it’s hard)
It’s hard enough to make a sound
when you’re drowning now
And I will lend a helping hand, my friend
We must raise our voices louder, and drown them out
Now I’m thinking back to all the moments in my past
When I could have used a helping hand
Try not to focus on the spite and bitterness
But who am I to make demands?
Because the silencers will always blame the silenced
And it will never be our burden to understand
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Ambling through shadowed halls,
Through the darkness, voices call:
"Follow us to sledgehammer these walls."
"Take this torch."
Just beyond this cinder block,
We trade these stones for molten rock,
And fashion diamonds out of broken locks.
"Take my hand."
We'll bathe you in moonlight,
Stolen from a distant sun.
You'll grow beneath the night.
Pay no mind to what you'll become.
Here in the caverns, statues run,
And scattered voices become one.
Anxieties released from lungs.
In this embrace, you're safe and sound.
Come forth and make us proud.
We're designing our own tombs.
Opiates fill puncture wounds.
Into this syringe, an orchid blooms.
Spread crimson.
:Spoken:
Oh, but doubtlessly the aimless would offer unwavering faith to any promise of solidarity and sustenance in a realm permeated with solitude and starvation. But you never offered ascension. Merely a pathway down into the same dirt you have always crawled through.
Serpent.
And now we've got you by the throat.
Breathe of this incense and learn of the unknown.
The dancing slows and you watch yourself turn to stone.
When you wake and when you sleep,
(Belongs to me)
Belongs to me.
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It occurred to me
This disposition is a fight
Between the reasons that I wake up
And why I cannot sleep at night.
I’m hoping not to steal
A piece of you I shouldn’t take
But I know that miles away in bed
You’re also wide awake.
I have more time than desire,
And I have more time than I want.
Slim chance, full steam.
Same track forever away from me.
I cannot pull the brakes this time,
Straighten your back and walk the line.
No chance, without dreams.
I will never know your tragedy
But you cannot hold your head and cry,
Without your breath I can't catch mine.
It used to work for me
To tell myself I'm gonna be ok.
But the truth is that I’m drowning
And you don’t know what to say.
I’m wondering what is real
While I climb another hill.
But the ocean is so far from here
And time is standing still.
I have more time than desire,
And I have more time than I want.
Slim chance, full steam.
Same track forever away from me.
I cannot pull the brakes this time,
Straighten your back and walk the line.
No chance, without dreams.
I will never know your tragedy
But you cannot hold your head and cry,
Without your breath I can't catch mine.
Straighten your back.
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