1. |
Victory
03:51
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everyday you awake is victory
in everyday you wake is why
in living through the tower
the lighting strikes all sides
if we've been created
later days equated
in heavy smoke
bent hidden hymns
wake up the source
to wake up the skin
cause this is revolt
its why we're in
these bruises are stained
on our bodies
so you're figuring the worst
in quests of a salvation
haunted by old ghosts
well i've got no ones wrongs out
so i'm standing in the middle
i've got none except my code
in everyday you awake is victory
in everyday you wake is why
living through the tower
the lighting strikes all sides
we've been created
our later days equated
in heavy smoke
bent hidden hymns
wake up the source
to wake up the skin
cause this is revolt
it's why we're in
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2. |
Mud
04:16
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it sticks to the mud
it sticks to the hues of
all that you don't like
so it's a new reason
to fight
it fits like a glove
it feels like the love you've dreamed up
know nothing you're holding
is too soon unfolding
it all depends of the view
of the prism in you
and what you choose
it's one thing to find
it's another to know what for
don't keep closing the heart out
cause it knows how to find it's doors
if i've spent a lifetime
learning to unwind this
well now that it's all out
there's no reason to doubt
a new season's in bloom
it's never a prison in you
or what you choose
it sticks to the mud
it sticks to the hues of
all that you don't like
so it's a new reason to fight
it fits like a glove
it feels like the love you've dreamed up
know nothing you're holding
is too soon unfolding
it all depends on the view
of the prism in you
and what you choose
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3. |
Land Of Plenty
04:30
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i'm in the land of plenty
i want to interpret handwriting
and learn about the moon
in you
in you
in you i knew
a new
anew
and you
and you
we're silhouettes
we're spaces
sick cycles what you've got to prove
i heard the wolves last night
their cries won't cease to be
and all the sheep are tied
but i'd rather sway off beat
well i saw the storm it's coming
i felt the static in the air
and now its time for precision
stop acting like you don't care
cause in you
in yoou
in you
i knew
a new
a new
and you
and you
well i'm just a single
body
with some hands some heart and some mind
and on a tightrope balance
i'll slip i'll fall and i'll climb
into you
and you
in you
well i knew
a new
anew
in you
in you
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4. |
Black Cat
04:00
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some black cat scratched his eyes been seein
some ancient thing
sirens swimmin
around the whole
and the sum
got thirteen tries to live a life
and i find it's holding threads in it's pockets
these gems of mine never lost them
just thought of home and the sun
turning stacks of stone into the finest dust
if only i could move like i used to
just find a place to pray on my own so
some melody could find me sleepin
been waiting on the rain
to tame the frame of
every spot that's been sorted
its so soaked and stripped for re purpose
but you can never like the mind go
and you should never take the blind
some black cat scratched his eyes been seein
some ancient thing
sirens swimmin
aroound the whole and the sum
got thirteen tries to live a life
and i find it's holding threads in it's pockets
these gems of mine never lost them
just thought of home and the sun
turning stacks of stone into the finest dust
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5. |
Roses
04:33
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the roses they spill from the garden
found the places we die aren't often
so hard to find
when the web we have found we are spinning
wasn't ours back in it"s own beginning
so now what we hold
it encompasses most
all we can see
and dare to believe in
so what's made a mess of this web
what needs mending
why are bending the bones
to hold onto something
they give us a view
from one that hurts nothing
if i've played the fool we'll find in the ending
the roses they spill from the garden
found the places we hide aren't often
so hard to find
where there's an artfulness
well there's a master
out of question derives a disaster
of one kind
so whats made a mess of this web
what needs mending
why are we bending the bones
to hold onto something
they give us a view
from one that hurts nothing
if iv'e played the fool we'll find in the ending
and when i caught this spill
in through love
never knew how to speak
and simply ending the line has me back on my knees
and this time it won't slip backwards
and most say except your defeat
but when i caught a spill on the backsides
learned this life is dependent on heat
we've still got time
yes we've all got our ties
the roses they spill from the garden
found the places we hide aren't often
so hard to find
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6. |
Endlessly
04:52
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so i can't stand to speak
even knowing that words are the well to
magic in things
and i won't start this break down
while the pen's still dipped in ink
oh well it seems to be ending
oh well most things they are endlessly
sinking
oh well it seems to be ending
oh well most things they are endlessly swimmin
what a line between a want
and a need
how desire does transpire into any new thing
seems i'm at war with that door in between
and i suppose that you know that the
silence it deafening
oh well it seems to be ending
oh well most things they are endlessly sinking
oh when it seems to be ending
oh well most things they are endlessly swimmin'
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