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Woof
03:48
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Why reminisce on the old days?
Who gets their kicks off their own praise?
It only counts where your heading
Packs derive out of interest
the moon is home but elusive
No one promised you'll get in
It's getting so old.
Well seasons change but they repeat
Just like the fakers that I meet
They burn the embers inside me
Could it be all the old days?
Held on a string to entice me?
If god is bored, then it might be.
A single wolf, with a muffled howl
Begs for scraps but he weren't shown how
They push him away, just for showing his teeth
If you show it, you mean it.
Well mean it, yeah.
It's getting so old.
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2. |
Seek For
03:16
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Testing unknowing subjects
They place a body in a case
With limbs, we swim in darkness
Matching movements of the waves
Seek for unsought stars
Obtain it, if not for yourself
Seek for unsought stars
They're on their way to faded
Seek for unsought stars
Obtain it, if not for yourself
Although they seem so far away
We want but sit dispossessed
A light now beams into the space
With limbs, we swim toward solace
Hoping water dissipates
Do I ever wish that I could sit completely silent?
In all ways I don't
How I wish these sounds could keep me company from silence
In all ways they don't
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3. |
Where You End
04:10
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To see how they clipped your wings
Has had my whole heart breaking
For I'm scared that I am next
What good is potential
If what you expect isn't met
There are certain things you don't ask
Be honest, have you fought or fled
While we're still in the wild
To come back at a later date
When you are much older
Long after you've built your nest
You're a wide-eyed, SO FLY ON
For it's wise to have turned your head
Despite all of your intentions
And find peace where you exist
Let bygones be bygones
Can't blame, if you don't wait
Ain't no shame if you don't stay
I love the way that you're okay
With where you end when you decay
Show us that, you weren't wrong
When curtains close, we're all pawns
When the curtains close
Be all in.
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4. |
The Stream
03:52
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My paranoia,
the dangers of the stream
Not that you couldn't breathe
Under the surface
Where I just froze in frame
Watching those jaws tare away
My ears still bend for you
A juxtaposition
Of what is and was
Well, then, speaking of...
Did you hear me calling?
I yelled it over again and over again
Admittedly I've been lost
It's not enough for me to want it
I wish that I had made this up
What are the words for me?
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