1. |
Establishing Safety
02:15
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I feel safety in reconnecting
The warm bed of comfort
Safe in the arms of your memory
I feel safety in reconnecting
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2. |
Mourning Process
02:23
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Mourning every morning
Breaking my teeth in my sleep
I wonder what it would feel like
To never wake up again
But I keep thinking of my mother
And even she feels the same
But I keep thinking of my mother
And even she feels the same
Every morning I’m in mourning
A daily funeral of shame
Every morning I’m in mourning
A daily funeral
Progress is a process
And I’m rewiring myself
Accepting mistakes
Letting the guilt fade
Progress is a process
I’m being kind to myself
I’m going to get this right
One day at a time
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3. |
Reconnecting
02:48
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The water’s cold and I’m dying
And I don’t want to keep trying
I’ve found my place in the grey
Marching through day by day
Wading through the swamp
Suffering from trenchfoot
Can’t see the sun through the canopy
I don’t need you to remember me
Looking through with blackened eyes
The phantom of a slow death
Smiling ‘cause there’s nothing left to regret
Wading through the swamp
Suffering from trenchfoot
Can’t see the sun through the canopy
I don’t need you to remember me
Push me to the ocean floor
My guilt destroys me
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4. |
Paraphrenia
03:25
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Lying in a self made hospital
The walls of glass can’t help me anymore
The medicine had a percentage
No more vomit and my throat isn’t sore
Nurses in tattered scrubs, eyes full of black
Doctors with knives scraping across my back
In the I.C.U, I see you, my former self
Lying on the cold hard floor
In a cold sweat from the night before
Scared ‘cause the voices in your head won’t stop
“That bottle of Tylenol will make it stop”
Head in a vice and an ache in my bones
Head in a vice and an ache in my bones
I’m having trouble reconnecting
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5. |
Anhedonia
03:26
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Flip me around and aim a little higher
With violence in your stroke
Rip me apart at the ribcage
Then run it through and across my throat
Crack me open, you’ll see nothing
Black blood and brittle bones
I’ve been down here for so many years now
That it has become my home
Crack me open, you’ll see nothing
Black blood and brittle bones
I’ve been down here for so many years now
That it has become my home
We champion the misery
We push away our family
We find a home in a room all alone
I lost the light that’s inside of me
We champion the misery
We push away our family
We find a home in a room all alone
I lost the light that’s inside of me
When the light burns out
The bulb doesn’t even flicker
A soul of stone and a heart so bitter
I just hope that when I go
You’ll all realize I’m happier when I’m alone
Alone in the perpetual black
Peaceful in eternal rest
Alone in the perpetual black
Peaceful in eternal rest
When the light burns out
The bulb doesn’t even flicker
Alone in the perpetual black
Peaceful in eternal rest
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6. |
Misanthropy
01:54
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The plane’s going to crash and I refuse to brace
Traverse the mountains in the depths of my mind
I’ve grown absolutely sick of the human race
Put a gun to my head, pull the trigger at the finish line
I’m surrounded by parasites
Be the first to
Witness the anatomy of misanthropy
Dismiss the clarity of familiarity
Be the first to
Push the doomsday button on society
Let the world die happily
Head in a vice and an ache in my bones
I’m surrounded by parasites
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7. |
Poverty of Speech
03:23
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Suffering in a prison of flesh
Suffering in a prison of flesh
Legs failing
Eyes can’t focus
Rotting teeth
Jaundiced
Atrophied
Can no longer speak
The poverty of speech
Suffering in a prison of flesh
Did you want to leave before you did?
I ran away, drowned myself in a bottle
I’ll live out the rest of my days as a disappointment
Suffering in a prison of flesh
Did you want to leave before you did?
I ran away, drowned myself in a bottle
I’ll live out the rest of my days as a disappointment
I am a waste of time, a waste of space and thought
The limping dog that should be fucking shot
I am a waste of time, a waste of space and thought
The limping dog that should be fucking shot
A broken leg, a migraine, a blood clot
The limping dog that should be fucking shot
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8. |
6 in 100,000
04:20
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I deserve to rot in pieces
For giving up like I did
Burning alive in my excuses
I was just a fucking kid
I haven’t heard your voice in years
I can’t remember what you were like
Before your body betrayed you
Before the slow death of your mind
I’ll never reconnect
The safety is gone
I was a coward
I was too young
To do what needed to be done
I’ll never reconnect
My youth is gone
I thought I did my best
Every day was a mess
And I’ll never be a deserving son
Your odds were 6 in 100,000
Tie me down to this bed
Set the room on fire
Your odds were 6 in 100,000
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