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Do you ever wonder about the wicked things that you do?
If I surrender to you, tell me can I join in too?
We are the damned and don’t need to know.
Why we sit and wonder why we don’t let go.
I want to see you fight. It will be better when it all comes down.
Lift me up or let me go. Stretched out and strained remember it’s not too late to be saved.
If I’m fractured I’ll take my lines.
If I’m to split, I’ll enjoy the ride.
Break the broken and shatter the skies. I need a reason to stay.
I want to see you fight. It will be better when it all comes down.
Lift me up or let me go. Stretched out and strained remember it’s not too late to be saved.
Enough is enough you either lift me up or let me go.
Enough is enough you either lift me up or let me go.
Enough is enough you either lift me up or let me go.
Enough is enough you’ve got to lift me up. I’ve given up.
I want to see you fight. It will be better when it all comes down.
Lift me up or let me go. Stretched out and strained remember it’s not too late to be saved.
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On The Way Down
02:19
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The twist in my heart breaks me the human is lost.
The twist in my heart moulds me into what I’ve become.
Forget the fear and sadness. We need to see this through.
Thinking like a viper will be better for you on the way down.
Even if it’s not too late I won’t go begging to you on the way down.
Seep through my veins, infect me, the poison of the soul.
Erase the very fabric of me and break what’s left to mould.
But why do we need to see this through?
Thinking like a viper will be better for you on the way down.
Even if it’s not too late I won’t go begging to you on the way down.
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Lost in Static
02:45
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I’m lost in the static. Now where do I go?
Let it flow around me and I won’t stop or let it go.
Maybe we are perfect and I just can’t let go.
Because I know it’s worth it, not just written in the smoke.
Biding my time with a restless passion.
Sweet torture is the only fashion
To make me fall to my knees, just to be sure I’m alive.
You try to hide but you just can’t deny.
When the lights go out and we’re alone, you’ve got to know, you’re in control.
I practice what I preach I’m in the mood for teaching.
Nobody can replicate all these highs we’re reaching.
You like to take your time so you can tease me.
But that’s okay I’m in no hurry.
Maybe we are perfect and I just can’t let go.
Because I know it’s worth it, not just written in the smoke.
Biding my time with a restless passion.
Sweet torture is the only fashion
To make me fall to my knees just to be sure I’m alive.
You try to hide but you just can’t deny.
When the lights go out and we’re alone, you’ve got to know, you’re in control.
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Shrapnel
03:08
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This change is burrowing inside me.
This shrapnel, it tears me.
I want to live my life but I’m paralysed.
There’s a wolf outside your window. Let it roar.
It is an angel and a devil; a deceptive one.
The devil may care, I don’t.
As long as we know this desire is the enemy.
Try not to cave in here.
Just push back against all that we have become.
I’m coming back out for all to see this transformation is changing me.
I have never been trapped, I’m just too blind to see, the vision in my mind was just stylised.
There’s a wolf outside your window. Let it roar.
It is an angel and a devil; a deceptive one.
The devil may care, I don’t.
As long as we know this desire is the enemy.
Try not to cave in here.
Just push back against all that we have.
The devil may care, I don’t.
As long as we know this desire is the enemy.
Try not to cave in here.
Just push back against all that we have become.
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I’m a brother of encroaching time.
I’m a lover of how it heals before it unwinds.
When it’s over, I find relief and life in breathing space.
Getting closer to the right side, embrace chaos and know…
That some might say that all that shines is gold and some might say desire creates control. Even though…
Even though I can bide my time.
Even though I can treat myself most of the time.
It’s a poster. An image on a wall designed to change you.
But what if so called prisoners never want to leave?
Some might say that all that shines is gold and some might say desire creates control.
Even though we all try to go slow in life, in love, in hate the bitter things we know.
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You only see true fear in the eyes of the old.
True faith in the ones who rely on being told.
My god, you know we’re better than that.
It’s a mystery.
The destructive nature of our tenacity.
Why we obstruct and reduce complex instances to tiny little lies, forced thoughts and invested interests.
It’s not our fault it’s the way we were raised is not a suitable excuse for the abuse of sex, belief and race.
It only takes a minute to see the well is poisoned.
As much as we see progress there will always be torment because…
You only see true fear in the eyes of the old.
True faith in the ones who rely on being told.
My god, you know we’re better than that.
Break the destiny. This cycle of violence, the regurgitated fear of a lack of concurrence.
It’s not our fault it’s the way we were raised is the key to the creation of the darkest of days we will ever see.
This insanity will enable us to do nothing but fail.
It only takes a minute to see the well is poisoned.
As much as we see progress there will always be torment because...
You only see true fear in the eyes of the old.
True faith in the ones who rely on being told.
My god, you know we’re better than that.
You only see true fear in the eyes of the old.
True faith in the ones who rely on being told.
My god, you know we’re better than that.
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