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It's Meant To Hurt
03:14
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Break my fall, I become the weak.
Step by step toward the dark.
This is why I only write at night.
No air. No light. Just kill myself.
It’s called a struggle, it’s meant to hurt.
Embrace the battle, let it hurt.
This is why I only write at night.
No air. No light. Just kill myself.
It’s called a struggle.
It’s meant to hurt.
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2. |
Hard To Bear
02:26
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He worships those who’ve learned,
For now his hands are clean.
All he knows is he’s alone,
His faith is lost.
He knows his fate is sealed.
He knows this life is real.
He has to live with this.
As these mistakes are his.
His hands are cracked and bleeding,
His mistakes cost a life.
He’s not home, you understand.
Place blame.
He knows his fate is sealed.
He knows this life is real.
He has to live with this.
As these mistakes are his.
Just place blame.
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3. |
Black Hearts
02:22
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I am walking this road alone,
Eyes shut, too bright to look ahead.
Every part of my body aches,
No sign of ever finding home.
I should never have asked for this burden.
I’ll break my back.
My home. My heart.
So soon I’ll wade through all of this.
I hope my lungs will taste the air.
One day I’ll know the scent of home,
Free from the heat and dusty streets.
I should never have asked for this burden.
I’ll break my back.
My home. My heart.
My home. Black hearts.
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4. |
Black Knives
03:15
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Now you can roll your eyes,
Raise your hands to the sky.
One man with war in mind.
My thoughts return to those,
I’ve lost who I am.
Everyone, all the time:
White flags tied to black knives.
My thoughts return to those,
I’ve lost who I am.
Wait for the shot, who will run?
No one will run.
No one will care.
No one will speak.
Such is our world.
We are not here.
We are alive.
But we are deaf.
Such is our fucking world.
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5. |
The Desperation
02:35
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Watch misery fall from my palm,
Watch it burn into the soil.
The creation. The burial.
Eyes to the ground, my shield.
The creation is now the burial.
The creation. The burial.
So bury what you can and hope that no one digs it up.
My outstretched arms are failing,
I’ll keep my eyes to myself.
The creation. The burial.
My hands are cold, I need more.
The desperation. So desperate.
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6. |
The World To Me
01:47
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My skin is burning, my eyes are red.
The scorching cold makes me fall to my knees.
The solid ground holds nothing now,
Short lived memories never end.
Buried beneath this landslide,
I hope the wind never dies.
Echoes of nothing mean the world to me.
Short lived memories never end.
I’m alone.
And the freezing air is no legend.
I hope the wind never dies.
Keeping everything that you love,
Short lived memories never end.
I am alone now with my memories.
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7. |
Too Bleak
02:26
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These shadows feel like home,
I can see it when you lie.
So whisper to yourself,
As you know you are defeated.
This was always how I saw you;
Broken, alone, now cry for me.
The clouds are forming again,
You can see it, I know.
So scream to no one now.
You know you’ll never see the night.
This was always how I saw you;
Broken, alone, now cry for me.
You will never see the night.
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8. |
Hosts
03:15
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Creeping through the ashes
Of our dying hosts.
I hear the cries from the depths.
The walls are burnt to the ground.
My chest is caving in,
The cries burst into song.
The sky has split in two,
Your heaven has fallen.
I hear the cries from the depths.
The walls are burnt to the ground.
Beneath this tearing sky
Our heavy stares ruin us.
Where is your solace now?
Where is your sanctuary?
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9. |
You'll Never Dream
02:20
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So sing the songs that hurt the most.
So break your back and tear your throat.
Write the words to right the world.
You knocked the shine off the sun.
So throw your fist into the ground.
Make no mistake, you won’t be found.
So write the words to right the world.
You knocked the shine off the sun.
You’ll never dream to see the light.
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10. |
Hope For Nothing
02:38
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You should walk beside them,
No one wants to be alone.
Burn your feet deep in the sand,
There’s no grave beneath the stone.
You should hold their hands,
Guide them through the fields.
You’re indulged by their ghostly depths,
You could find its not real.
You should see their eyes,
Follow every word.
Its not fair that they don’t know,
They believe what they’ve heard.
You should feel what they feel,
No hope for nothing more.
I believe in what I know.
Undecided? Never.
No hope. Nothing more.
Undecided? Never.
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UK based blackened crust metalcore misanthropists. 2006-2013.
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