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Yearly
01:37
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Keep dividing halves
If you fear a whole.
Watch a passerby
and try to place yourself.
Fear of menial life
across a blue-white divide
And you ask yourself,
Is that fine?
Laying on her side,
breathing outright,
under the cherry mount.
Drinking pesticide.
Little world outside.
Turning off the lights.
Same taste of air,
And that's fine.
It's all familiar
same place, same time.
Not too peculiar
To place yourself - same place, same time.
It's all familiar
to feel in the same place, same time.
It's all familiar,
And you'll know and fear it every time.
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Ursa
02:12
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As far as I can tell, we've stretched this as far as it goes
too many days gone numb, just waving and drowning along
all the harm that I caused to myself and you
done with no benefit or sense of sacrifice
we've chose this until the bonds start to fray like we had no idea.
This death does us some good.
Every song sounds exactly the same, so grant us some peace from this
cutting ourselves out
Sparing ourselves, this is the best way to end.
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Depleter
02:38
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caked in dirt
and depleted air.
Rich with stories
of trite metaphor.
You're going to find out why you're here.
Dance between forest limbs and grass.
Cold with cover
Arrows and slings.
How did you get here?
You'll never leave -
You'll live it.
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4. |
Waving Flags
02:02
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changes drip out from your bleeding lips
catches on the thread of all your shirts
dressed for comfort but less for thoughts
finally pushed but scared of falling out
better to live without
tender trap of comfort lost
peel the skin back from your fingernails
find your calm between all the reeds
all precautions, pretentiousness
build yourself to throw yourself right off
better to live without
tender trap of comfort lost
Does it make it any easier?
it's all going nowhere
the inks on our fingers
what good does it do us
when none of it gets on the page
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Stare Off
04:58
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So that's the way it's going to end.
Wretched by the wrist, dragged down.
Eyes to the ground , it's better that way.
Not a bad look for property.
Worn like a necklace, beads through hands.
Traversing neck of a desperate man.
Cling to visage, who's to believe?
Weeds so pretty make the flowers look grey.
At least that's what he'll say.
It's been worth some form of price -
Staying gently stuck in this pose.
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Aspine New York
4 piece post hardcore/screamo from Long Island, NY + Queens, NY.
Wearing black for the injustices
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