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Fire to the Outlands
03:27
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I'm at the party of the year
It was an open invitation
Waiting in this line for hours
Watching people walk away
I won't give up on this gathering
Because I know the names of everyone
I read the list and have it memorized
It's worth being on the inside
If my voice could start a fire
To the outlands I am from
It could spread ten miles wide
But rise up thousands high
After it's my turn to enter
I fall down in my exhaustion
Next to the bodies of dancers
I feel their stillness on the floor
I heard once upon a time here
Everyone was actually alive
Scattered out as individuals
Willing to take in something new
If my voice could start a fire
To the outlands I am from
It could spread ten miles wide
But rise up thousands high
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2. |
Temporary Matter
03:46
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Why do we have
To go back to where we were
Where we were
And why must it be
Temporary
A temporary matter
Yeah
Through the dark
I felt you and found that I
Wanted to leave you behind
Leave you behind
Through the fog
The mist and the smoke and the burn
Of toxic clouds
Why does he feel
That she is indebted to her
Threaded to her
Now, now that she
Walks away and leaves
Forever
Through the dark
I felt you and found that I
Wanted to leave you behind
Leave you behind
Through the fog
The mist and the smoke and the burn
Of toxic clouds
Secrets shared
Hard truths learned
Heartaches heard
They sound like ripples in a pond
Pitch black blur
Candles flare
Lovers' scent
It's only temporary
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3. |
Freak Among Fools
04:39
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Anxiousness, adrenaline
I cringe here every day
I am a mime, cannot speak within
These walls, they might hear what I say
Trapped for half a year in this rot
Kept by flames of guilt
Hours taken from my life
No place where I am home
Favors given, feelings held
Expectations set
Reprimanded when I can't
Give up sleep and health
Never an equal in this house
Always last one in
Less than you yet giving more
I hang my head in shame
I'm the freak alone among
Fools, fools after gold
I don't know what to do, so I move
My head spins along
Liars' lair
Restless bed
Voices out there
They don't hear me
As I take the pills of night
I taste the sun and wind
Close my eyes and let them go
Though they will never leave
I'm the freak alone among
Fools, fools after gold
I don't know what to do, so I move
My head spins along
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4. |
While I Breathe
02:38
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Let me settle down into my hole
It's gonna be cold or warm if I want
My shelter of self and retrospect
This is my home
The chirps of birds and the blares of carhorns
I mute them out and I turn my head
Toward the TV, bending forth
Its screen is blank
It's all me
And I, I am not free
Might I leave
While I breathe
My phone's buried deep and my voice is logged off
I ignore their comfort calls
Shut my mouth with no response
Can't cope like them
Drained inside this empty furnace
Feeling chills and cramps and sweats
Shaking legs and muffled cries
My lips shut tight
It's all me
And I, I am not free
Might I leave
While I breathe
Self-subversive, it's recursive
Can this even end
There's a glutton in the mirror
Will he ever move again
Hatred and fear of the outside
Not much different in my home
No escape, no clear direction
Can't like myself
It's all me
But I, I will be free
I shall leave
I can breathe
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5. |
Illustration
04:06
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The frame, it cannot be shown
It's hidden from sight cause it lacks definition
And yet you tug and you pull
At its curtain mercilessly
And you rip it down into shreds
The tattered cloth now a broken shield
The canvas naked of scene
Its vacancy shining
And when it's done, you'll see a picture to your heart
That anyone could have swept a brush across
For when it's gone, it'll stay inside your eyes
They can ink the lines
The claim, this image is yours
And it's addictive, this light you're surrounded by
Your shadow cast aside
Away from the dream
And you fill it up with your hands
To the goblet from the bottle
Each stroke and curve will create
The illustration foreseen
In a picture to your heart
That anyone could have swept a brush across
For when it's gone, it'll stay inside your eyes
They can ink the lines
And when it's done, you'll see a picture to your heart
That anyone could have swept a brush across
For when it's gone, it'll stay inside your eyes
They can ink the lines
Cause when it's (loved), you're gonna have to let it go
To the world, it's gotta be out on its own
So that one day it can dance with someone's soul
It could be yours
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