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Intro
00:29
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To live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning in the suffering.
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Suffer
02:37
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I can’t escape you,
You haunt me,
Suffer now,
Suffer then,
Suffer every day.
You follow everywhere,
Follow everything,
Where will it end,
When will I see,
What death will bring.
WHAT WILL DEATH BRING
I feel your breath,
Heart beating fast,
My family lost,
To the other half.
I’ve seen your face,
Lost in the dark,
Lo, and behold
You’ve made your mark
When will you,
Come for me?
Am I next?
Death. Defeat.
Am I alone?
I hear your footsteps.
When will you take me?
What will I regret?
Am I alone?
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Branches
02:51
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One day my body will return to ash
Our days are slipping, this life is but a fleeting flash,
Will I return to my maker, joyous reunion?
The bread and wine at our table, holy communion?
Dead and gone
I take my mind back,
Get myself on track,
Forget the words of every thought that told me what I lack.
I take my mind back,
Get myself on track,
Get my position cause I’m set and ready to attack,
I’m Here.
Will I take that for granted?
I’m Here.
The tree my family planted.
One day my body will return to ash
(Dead and gone)
When will it come? When will I see the reapers sythe?
My mind is racing, the plague of fickle human sight.
And yet I push on, I feel the call of fallen friends.
Love calls me forward, so death and I shall make amends.
Dead and gone
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Haunt
02:09
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The ghost of my ideals, its haunting me
Control something I cannot have, no longer free
Dark and cold.
Reality slips away.
Lost in its folds.
Take it day by day.
Feet on concrete road,
Streetlight symphony.
Smoke in, ragged lungs,
Hands clenched, spitefully.
I am not who I was
I am a different man.
I taste your suffering
Your cold and calloused hands
I am not who I was
I am not the same
I feel you calling me
My life your final claim.
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It’s unfortunate, the destiny we share.
Take apart put back together, but always beware.
8 years old, and you already know the pain,
That death had you from birth.
The panic starts to grow,
I feel it in my bones, my heritage, my soul.
I am no stranger to this feeling
Focus on keeping my eyes to the ceiling.
We’ll have talks.
Of life, misery and death,
I just hope you know,
There’s a point to every breath.
(James Livingston of Faithful Unto Death:
What fearful symmetry we've come to bare, you and I,
That tearful mimicry, that feeds us each and every lie,
I hope I'll be the warning, that stops your fall,
Our escape will be together, or not at all.)
DNA predestination.
Lifeline expectation.
Keep your eyes to the constellations.
And know there’s still a chance.
Life and deaths sweet dance.
It’s unfortunate, the destiny we share.
Take apart put back together, but always beware.
8 years old, 8 years old. 8 years old,
My god would You look and behold.
I hope for you, a solace, and better days.
You deserve more than our grandfathers genes.
Alcohol and substance abuse night terror screams,
May this life become more than just a broken record spinning
The same tired dreams.
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