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Wander
02:55
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Oh, father. I've done it again. What did I do to deserve this? My legs are trembling. I'm upright, but I'm barely breathing. I'm calling out to a figure of hope, 'cause I simply have no choice.
Feeling the constant need, for that one remedy to put my mind at ease, to be in a constant state of dreaming, not fearing. I made a promise to you.
I'm falling apart at the seams. So fragile, it seems.
I made a promise to you, that I would come home soon.
And now I can see the pain in your eyes. I truly know where I belong.
I promise that I'll come home soon.
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Sambo's Song
04:31
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"Welcome home my friend it's been so long since we've seen your face around here.
Or was it just yesterday? Since the day you were born you were set to become one of us."
You'll find your place, you'll find your purpose, you'll find yourself in a pack with no leaders.
Forgetten, replaced, unloved and unwelcome, or was it
Sheltered, well kept, appreciated? For all these years.
No one will ask because nobody cares
I've kept myself clean for so damn long, I knew I was home but still felt so alone.
I found a place, but where was my purpose?
They say the mind is strong, but the flesh is weak.
So what do we become when we can't think for ourselves?
And what are we now that the flesh has gave way...
What am I to make of myself? Is my face to be seen? Is my faith to be shown?
We are the faceless, the faithless. Where we belong, what we become will never mean anything at all.
I've kept myself clean for so damn long, I knew I was home but still felt so alone.
I found a place, but where was my purpose?
They say the mind is strong, but the flesh is weak.
I'll show my face to the world, no one can stop me.
I'll tear down the walls and scream at the top of my lungs.
The mind will decide, the strength of the flesh
My mind will decide, the strength of my flesh
Your mind will decide, the strength of our flesh
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Cold, Grey
03:36
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These cold, grey streets where I grew up, they don't move no more, they're just stuck in time.
And these cold, grey lines running down my arms, the ebb and flow of life has left them severed and worn.
These cold, grey streets where I grew up, they don't feel like home, where I once was.
And these cold, grey lines running down my arms, once a gift of life now just vessels of death.
And these cold, grey eyes will never see the light.
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Bird of Passage
03:43
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You're no kind of man, just broken, bent and worn. How can you justify the things that you said? They'll leave you cowering, alone again. In the shell that you hid, in the shell that you'll hide, for the rest of your life.
Scurry away like the rat that you are. With no heart to beat strong I doubt you'll get far. I'm becoming a stranger in my own home. Not a day goes by that I don't wish you from my life.
You're not worthy to stand where he stood. You couldn't fit in his shoes, not even if you tried. You're not worthy to stand where he stood. You're half the man that he was, an abuser, a loser. You'll never have respect from me.
I don't see what they see you've got them hypnotised, with your pockets full of lies. I won't take it. I won't eat it up I can still read you like a book, and I'm skipping to the end.
Scurry away like the rat that you are. I won't take it, no.
I won't take it anymore. I'm sick to death of all your fucking lies.
You're not worthy to stand where he stood. You'll never have respect from me.
Be a man, stand up, take responsibility for the things that you've done.
I won't take it anymore. I'm sick to death of all your fucking lies.
I'm a stranger in my own home.
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Visions
03:50
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This house, so empty. There's nothing left, when you left me. The borrowed lies, you disappeared. Love alone, now endeared. I cross my heart and hope to die. You shed a tear I hear you cry. Left in darkness, you stay in silence. While in the meantime I hear the sirens. I'm lying still on the floorboards, getting worried. Fear makes my heart stop. Your lifeless body makes my stomach drop. How could this happen?
Now the aid is coming to be by your side, and my worst fears are present shown in real time. I wish I could have been there, to try and fix it all. I wish I could've been there, I would've done more. But I'm sure everyone around did the best they could. But it wasn't enough, no it wasn't enough. It was never enough, it could never be enough.
I've let it go, it's all seeped in.
The visions in my head are momentarily at rest.
We've come so far, we're moving forward. We won't look back, but we'll never forget.
We won't forget.
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I've been blinded by this never-ending search. And I'll walk through this pitch black world until it consumes me. Just like everyone else. The anti-climax of existence has became the yoke of my aspirations. The bane of my hope. Will I ever see the colours of the world again.
And I'll walk, like everyone else, like everyone wants, like everyone will.
Until it consumes me.
Like everyone else.
Like everyone wants.
Like everyone will.
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