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Touch
05:30
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maybe there is nothing more than this
trapped inside this feeling
was there something that i missed
i push to hide the sore beneath the skin
lost my faith and drowning
in this ocean within
and if i should fall from where i lay
would you be there to catch me
and if i could sleep another day
would you regret the memory
there must be something more than this
a prison of my own design
conceal the scar that stains the wrist
these things will heal in time
i held a fever-dream
spider-like to spin
i held a fever-dream
and let it swallow me
seal your regrets
tomorrow come
tomorrow gone
no time to play our puppet song
seal your regrets
i’ve got to have you
i’ll wait forever just to touch you
there must be something more than this
a prison of my own design
conceal the scar that stains the wrist
these things will heal in time
i wanted something more than this
something i can never find
the picture of my recklessness
painted by my fickle mind
i wanted something more than this
something i can never find
the picture of my recklessness
painted by my fickle mind
seal your regrets
tomorrow come
tomorrow gone
no time to play our puppet song
seal your regrets
i’ve got to have you
i’ll wait forever just to touch you
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2. |
River of Light
05:15
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lips down the fashion of the age
push the sore and the sacred
pulled up to take another drag
now the aimless have been faking
lie down and take another hit
strip the flagpole
give up
i bit straight through the tongue of an angel
what lurks in the hollow of a zealous haste
words drying in the heat of a last embrace
the first of timid steps long taken
frozen in the sights of a chemical agent
a bond that’s stretched and broken
worn and tethered in the wind
this world is incomplete
this world is incomplete
five years swimming in the
river of light to find a
semblance of meaning disappearing
we were born swimming in a river of light
never gave up the fight
never told our story
cough up the splinters from the wound
didn’t see me
don’t poke don’t spill
just save a souvenir for the memories
the caution lost bred sad conclusions
remain beneath the subterfuge
this world is incomplete
i know this
five years swimming in the
river of light to find a
semblance of meaning disappearing
we were born swimming in a river of light
never gave up the fight
never told our story
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3. |
Nettle
04:04
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save your meat
for some sweet young lost gamine
buy your soul
then trade the stocks for cheap
big stakes don’t break
suck it in I can’t wait
this never was your way
you always leave a mark that won’t fade
shed your flicker form
break it down
how much will it take
to suck the nettle out
don’t spill the lies
let it leak—got to make it last
drop your bomb
just to make a bigger splash
shift down, shook down
push to watch it break
this always was your way
these blisters never fade
never go away
shed your flicker form
break it down
how much will it take
to suck the nettle out
and where your chances lay
stiff and splintered on the ground
I have just begun
to tear you down
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4. |
Touch (Spider-like)
03:51
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5. |
River of Light (Reload)
04:55
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6. |
Touch (Ill-Starred)
05:48
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