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What Never Was
04:26
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I think I'm losing out
The cruel hands of time against me now
Though they've always held me down
This is a different kind of pain
Promise hangs above the door
Can't remember what it's up there for
Guess it doesn't matter anymore
Too little, too late
It's fucking me up
Insincerity, the taste of my own blood
Never enough
Ruins formed, beauty turned to rust
What never was
Empty arms open wide
Cold embrace of a bitter lie
Hang my head, mesmerized
By the dull and constant ache
Living in the dark
Altered mind, residual heart
Breathing is the hardest part
Knuckles white, the rope is frayed
It's fucking me up
Insincerity, the taste of my own blood
Never enough
Ruins formed, beauty turned to rust
What never was
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2. |
Not Coming Back
03:42
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Grit my teeth and fake a smile
Fist hits the wall, I collapse into the ground
Nothing truly matters to me now
Levee's broke, river's running wild
Sleep it off and start again
In due time everything must die
Sense dulled, the pain intensifies
Live to be forgotten in the end
Look upon
My empire of ruin, the empty throne
The feeling's gone
And it hurts like hell to know
That it's not coming back
Overwhelmed, I must withdraw
Given more than I ever planned to take
Emotion no one cares to reciprocate
The pain of being human to a fault
Look upon
My empire of ruin, the empty throne
The feeling's gone
And it hurts like hell to know
That it's not coming back
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3. |
I Take It On
03:51
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Never meant
It wasn't s'posed to hurt like this
Sorrowing discontent
Nothing is permanent
Self-imposed
Familiar and undisclosed
Mirrored in the throes
Depths defining low
I take it on
Sentiment carved from my heart of stone
All is forsaken, no promise shown
State of mind
Broken mirror, refracted light
Welling up through bloodshot eyes
Worn down and paralyzed
I take it on
Sentiment carved from my heart of stone
All is forsaken, no promise shown
I take it on
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4. |
Hide My Face
03:11
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Tremors
Keep me idle
Break my conscience
Unforgiving reminders
Silence
A signal fire
Billowing smoke
Like cathedral spires
Absence
All my friends are strangers
Without reason
To know my name
Defeated
At the mercy of failure
Impending doom
I hide my face
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5. |
Tomorrow
04:48
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Who have I become
Broken spirit, dirty lungs
Hang my head and curse the sun
When will my tomorrow come
All i know shrouded in black
Afraid to loose what I'm holding back
A promise sworn given to lack
But tomorrow don't have time for that
Laid upon a burning bed
Thoughts aflame inside my head
Parts of me are already dead
As tomorrow bleeds from gold to lead
Same old song, bitter refrain
It's in my bones, I'll never change
I'm the rolling stone that rolled away
Tomorrow came yesterday
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Dustin Price Savannah, Georgia
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