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Sun Poisoning
01:51
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In the cold ambiguity of life.
Free from the comfort of closure.
Forgiveness to yourself is raising a fist, raising a weight, a revolution
To change the dialogue you’ve developed with death to believe that it’s your friend
You find yourself well versed in a language that destroyed any ounce of beauty you had inside you.
But with each step you gain knowledge and you have an understanding.
That this language is not your truth and even though it’s an injured one it’s the first step you’re taking to a new life.
It’s time we forget tomorrow’s worries and build these walls
Rebuild these walls
But time is scarce, find your footing on plateaus
You’re blazing trails in a no mans land;
But these buried places cannot be our destination.
Never too late to set a course what can be said to the time we spend hoarding time ?
Feel the sand dance between your bones.
And our veins tie us to the cross we bare.
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Tributary
04:08
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Every step I’m running
Sprinting head first, head first into death.
I’ve lost love for myself.
Fixation on what is dead, picking debris from last wounds.
Denounce the comforts of your past
Complacency does not serve you
Intrusive words form mimic heartache
New light forms
Path takes it shape
Deep down you know this is what you need.
Don’t let their doubt dissuade you.
There is a strength inside you hold with such great mass
But you carry yourself so swiftly
Give now utilize
Life through this window
Gives way to return again
To take form
Take shape from ether
This is what you will
Good intentions might get you far so spare yourself the blame.
You possess regret it’s just, this is what you will
Trust
Your fate that brought you here so spare yourself a grave.
Infringe defeat protect deplete
The graves we dig for all that we push through shall be left in plots familiar in case we’re to look back pay homage to yourself, look back in all that has destroyed you but in the end you return again
To take form
Take shape from ether
This is what you will
Good intentions might get you far
So spare yourself the blame
Swim upstream with broken legs
Your pound of flesh offered to yourself
To come out the other side!
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Thorns
04:48
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Stressed family friendship or love
There comes a time when we part our ways
Holding into what hurts you the most is not a method used to save face
My lips hold this bouquet
Sealed with the insults I have endured
I’m not ashamed of extracting your venom
You gave me peace
Extracting thorns
Clarity to see the road ahead
To the ones I love I’m sorry I lost myself
Petals open and light flows in and I’m granted the strength to be whole again
Contrary to past thought
Sense of self rises and I am brought to
A brighter place to roam
A warmth an embrace no shame scars are shown
The violence of the past is not a trait that I choose to hold deep inside these bones
Your venom will not stop the blood flow to my heart
I’ve got a million steps ahead and so much more truth to seek
Go!
Developing nerve
Separate from all that makes you weak
And I despise your worldview
Project your failures right onto me
I feel my life is cleansed
Free from the grip of your cold hands
And I wouldn’t take it back
Because it made me who I am
The violence of the past is not a trait that I choose to hold deep inside these bones
Your venom will not stop the blood flow to my heart
I’ve got a million steps ahead and so much more truth to seek
Am I screaming these words in the mirror
Am I straining my voice to reach miles ahead
The pull of these thorns will grow weaker
Why am I running
Why am I running
Stressed family friendship or love
There comes a time when we part our ways
Holding onto what hurts you the most is not a method to save face
My lips hold this bouquet sealed with insults I have endured
I’m not ashamed of extracting your venom you gave me peace extracting thorns!
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4. |
Lapse
05:05
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Pulling you from the abyss, did I lose myself along the way?
This weight I assured myself I could carry.
That mass was your hatred for all, and with certainty I leave you to rot
ROT AWAY
Not a shred of guilt, moving forward.
Through ash and sit comfortably stumbling
Backwards to pull myself from hell
Comfortably stumbling backwards to pull myself from hell.
Is it the path of least resistance?
Is there comfort in the warmth?
Is the top of the summit littered with promises?
Stuck in place, frozen makeshift graves
If passion is forced, death is the fate of every dream that is not your own,
IS NOT YOUR OWN
Find your foothold
Choose to embrace yourself in the now
Tend to the vines that grow from what you once were.
Let your past rot away in the deepest valleys.
Not a shred of guilt moving forward
Through ash and sit comfortably stumbling backwards to pull myself from hell
Time after time we all stumble into hell
Overgrown diction broken promises behind these eyes a character trait your veins swell with
ROT
These eyes these eyes will rot when they’ve seen what you’ve done to the ones you’ve said you loved.
There’s not life in your hollow words
When your actions spoke in different tongues
A knife in the back with your name
And your heart sealed in blood
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve stumbled backwards
Backwards into hell
How many steps must I retrace to pull you from this ash?
Burying myself
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve stumbled backwards
Backwards into hell
How many steps must I retrace to pull you from this ash?
Burying myself
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5. |
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01:06
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6. |
The Guilt We Hold
05:42
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Singed landscape
Searching through the debris
Looking for semblance of life, for a sign of arson
Searching to place the blame on why your life is ash
Couldn’t bare to think who dropped the fateful match that struck the flame and burned it down
Fell from your hands
Your grip
Your grip it softened
And you watched it fucking burn
You inhaled fumes of the comforts of yesterday.
The burnt earth you walk
And your sky is now
A crimson unity
Crimson
But was the arson or the burning of what doesn’t serve you?
What is arson
Or do you burn so bright
Impulsive thoughts chain break
Amplify this head space
Exhale conflict that you can’t seem to leave
Are we tending to these wounds
And from these fires built we bloom new thought.
That poke and prod please just give me something to believe
Give me something to believe
Give me something to believe
Miles away from cold ambiguity
I find myself at the mouth of this hellish tributary
At the end of this journey I sigh a breath of relief
But all it is in conflict
Conflict that I cannot leave
I scratch for air but it’s conflict
Conflict, that I cannot leave
I claw for air but it’s conflict, conflict
That I cannot leave
Don’t leave me here
I want to go but I cannot leave
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Dan Ward - Vocals
Scott Schmidt - Guitar
Pete Ross - Guitar
Andrew Archey - Bass
Brett Miller - Drums
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