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Substance Playground
02:32
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Breathe deep, swallow your pride
You know it would come to this
Take a bow to your porcelain savior
The visceral urge to purify your soul
Laying neck deep inside your woes
Stood among crowds
Bright Euphoric clouds
Seizing through your head
Heartbeat bracing
synapses bending
Intertwined
Alignment Unwound
Substance Playground
Fill your glass, gulp it down
Substance Playground
Exhale deeply, Inhale cleanly
Substance Playground Palpitations take you quickly
Substance Playground
Just consume
As you lay silent
the tracers make progress
on manifestations
that you tried to hide from
Twisting and turning
Your insides contorting
Nothing can stop it now
As you lay silent
the tracers make progress
on manifestations
that you tried to hide from
Dissolving the ego
Revolting placebo
Ready or not now
The Purge must commence
The Purge must continue
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LovelyGaze
04:38
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Where have I gone?
Too far to reach out
Too far to see through
Mismanaged Reprise
Create my own demise
I’ll lose myself amongst your eyes
Lovely Gaze
Which Will be lost?
Which straw is the last?
Bring us together
Tore into our past
We are Lovely to the mistake we make
Breathe in
Embrace
Too far
I’ve lost It all
How long will it hold?
Dragged through the struggle
Don’t make me go on
Lay me down for my rest
My final rest
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3. |
Changeling Take 3
03:27
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Woes for the unseen
and those who seem alive
Dozing off the chance to be revived
Taking in the words of my whisper blocks
Deconstructing the terms of our loneliest thoughts
Withholding our canvas and vice of choice
Word for the unseen
and those who seem aware
To our demise of our own design
Falling in and out of passions driven
Obfuscating the paths Of our vision
Slowly losing the passion that brought forth our momentum
Taking flight for we may die tonight
I can see the foresight beaming through your eyes
Falling in and out spite for we may die tonight
Was it lust or was it spite?
Falling in and out of passions driven
Optimistic obfuscation of our visions
Optimize our dying blight
Taking flight for we may die tonight
I can see the foresight beaming through your eyes
Falling in and out of spite
For we may die tonight
Was it lust or was it spite?
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