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Introduction
01:35
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2. |
Grown Wrong
03:31
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Everyone you know will be consumed
Grotesque
Obsessed
At the hands of a paycheck
You will never make them feel the same
You will never make them feel whole again
What they've been missing
You've been holding on to
You will never make them feel the same
You will never make them feel whole again
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3. |
Tethers
02:18
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Sometimes to kill the fear of flying away
A baby bird must spit back in his mother's face
Sometimes to play into the hands of another
That same bird must turn two against each other
I've seen broken wings like this before
But never quite this mature
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4. |
Amazing Gray
02:05
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The walls aren't caving in
The temples are going gray
The stones accumulating
The joints, tear and fade away
The bones, they weather and age
Amazing gray
(What a still-age to feel this way)
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5. |
Better Oft
01:12
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There are worse things than moving on
That I know i should be concerned with
A bigger picture, but i just can't i just cant help myself
There are worse things than sleeping alone
Like not knowing if
You will sleep at all
Or if that's all you will ever do
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6. |
Reliefs
03:26
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7. |
Apolitical
01:43
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Insincere
Flattery
Does nothing
For us
Our culture
Pushes back what we should move forward.
Compliments to the left as the right moves over
Concession
Appeasement
Only aids
The failing
We have been taught and learned to accept
The ailments of a society enslaved in debts
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8. |
Systemic Thoughts
03:17
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My mind just wants to
Think itself into the future
My nerves just want to stop the ache
My hands just know what it is to be
Holding on to something
We can believe
But it's just not realistic
To have all you desire
At your fingers
It's just wishful thinking
My heart just wants to heal itself
Never skip a beat
My eyes just want to sleep and sleep
Dreams always were better than you
But it's just not realistic
To have all you desire
At your fingertips
It's just wishful thinking
Juxtaposing expectation with reality
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9. |
Fulfillment
05:31
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As we're summing up
As we're moving on
Articulating our next breath
Our words soon to be gone (from our lips)
And no matter what battle field we are on
There is a fulfillment in placing this in song
The tip of my tongue
The body you hide inside
The idea of this space
The permanence of this place
Knowing it will soon be gone...
It's the hardest part of being...
Of gathering my thoughts
But at least I know there will be
Something to carry on
When I'm gone
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These Branches New Jersey
Ghosts...
Of what we used to Believe.
2009-2016.
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