1. |
ØCEANS
07:45
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We stand here
On the highest ground
Looking out
Across the sea
To see anything
What we have
Is it good enough
Let’s set sail
For whatever
Is beyond where the sun sets
We lay here
On the lowest ground
Waiting for
The sea to wash over me
Maybe then
In another life
Every question of mine will have an answer
I’m just sick of it all
I’m just waiting for a sign
In just losing it all
I think it’s inside my head
If I took my own advice
If I got out of my way
I’d reach the opening
Of living for today
And when the sky breaks
I stand arms stretched
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2. |
øne
07:39
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Tell me what I want to hear
With conviction
I won’t believe you anyway
Mulish, I am
Last night we took a trip
Around the bend where
We couldn’t see the the familiar
Only right now
I’m not where I should be
Living in the past or
Thinking where I ought to be
When it’s glaring
I’m in my head
I’m on my shell
Hey there she said
I’m on my way out
Hey wait I said
I’m almost up
Is it too late
For a little help
Stay with me
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3. |
ƗempesƗ
07:59
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Lift my head up just a little and I see nothing
Put my head back on the pillow and my eyes go dim
In the middle of the night the time becomes ambiguous
There are flashes through the curtains and it lights the room
The sky is moving towards the ocean
As the daylight looms
Once it’s morning then it’s over
There will be no more bad dreams
The rain sounds
Like white noise
A low growl
It turns out
A vivid dream
Or reality
I’m not sure
It doesn’t matter now
I will not fall
I will wake up
Cause I can’t take it anymore
I won’t be long
I’m running up
Cause I can’t fake it anymore
I dreamt about you yet again and woke up cold
My hand upon the scripture
Vivid, blackened edge
I should’ve hid, cause I can’t run
And I’m thrown back a worn out mess
I never dream about my name lit in the torchlight
Always chased into a corner
Without a fight
Only when I wake up weight is lifted
I can breath again
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4. |
pale
07:35
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Oh I get lost sometimes
But I find you
And take you home
Oh I get down at times
But you find me
And pull me up
In time
We’ll have a tribe that we can call to
We’ll make it one better
In time
I’ll be content with my reflection
Grin at what’s looking back
In time
Ooh it’s just black at times
Closed curtains
No ocean view
Ooh with the weight of the world
It shatters
And I fall through
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5. |
909443A
03:29
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6. |
closer.
06:42
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I’m
Something I’m not
Just for the feeling
I
I’m breaking out
Towards the horizon
But these walls
Keep me in
Perfectly captive
I stand tall
Just to see
Something I can’t have
I’m
Reaching a point
How much do I want it
And I’m
Reaching the point
I just don’t give a shit
And these walls
Keep me in
Perfectly distant
Silence falls
Long enough to see
Maybe I’m the culprit
Falling victim to all
Falling victim from all I know
Falling victim from no one
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