1. |
Alizaren
02:09
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Here's your echo, here's your sign.
The hope in your future,
The faith in your past.
Calculated ruin:
The demon for your demons.
Disturbed dirt with old shovels and tears,
Searing flash bulbs, picturesque.
Breath of a breadth of a baptismals banks
Saved by what's innate.
You evolved, poison poisoned
Bridges blot stars that never thought
They'd amount to much.
Perforated hands of the heavens.
We are the Clarity of Darkness,
We thrive in a modern era
What may be dead can still hear you.
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2. |
Better Hearts
03:18
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You lied when you said we'd never give up.
I said forever, you said that was too much
but it was never enough.
It goes to show how much you really
Cared about us.
Bury me with my inadequacies,
Underneath all of my insecurities.
Lay me down with all the things you said
You loved about me. (Loved about me)
Everything in time will be okay.
I know eventually this pain
will start to fade.
You're part of my past now.
(Why don't you stay there)
I didn't need you after all.
(I'm finding something better)
(I'm letting go)
I'm learning how to let go,
I'll be doing just fine.
This has been tried by
better hearts than mine.
I miss you, or rather the idea of you.
But that won't hold me back
From moving onto something new.
We didn't know much about gravity,
We were so young and so naive.
Come back to earth
Back down to earth
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3. |
Take: Two
02:54
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Black tie black pants white button-down.
Soaked sweat, face on the ground.
Stand up let's fight let's throw it down.
Pray and hope that it's not over now.
It would take a miracle
Or something more atypical. (Let's go!)
A team of wild horses
couldn't drag me away.
I'm a lover, not a fighter.
I'm a poet, not a coffee shop writer.
I brought the news
I'm better off without you,
But there's something about
This show you brought me to.
I'm on my way back up, I'm alright;
I'm feeling alive for the first time.
I can stand up thanks to the others.
We were only friends,
But now we're brothers
(Raise up your arms!)
We are a battle scar
Passed down from our fathers;
We know who we are.
We exist only to indulge in our friendships,
but our enemies wish they had
something like this.
I can see you're on your own
but it's dangerous to do it alone.
(Here take this!)
It's my last dying wish
to never see you like this again.
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4. |
Thriving
03:54
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We weathered our way
Through a couple of bad months,
and I was always looking for a fight
With Razor eyes
That cut through bone and marrow.
We were holding out for the summer.
The promise of few weeks good ahead.
You took my soul,
and never asked me for my consent.
You never found a life with me.
I never found the symmetry.
You lost a lot, brought to your knees.
Providence has abandoned me.
I hope to God you find your place.
I found it here on the page.
There's nothing left to offer here.
I want to thrive,
The hope that's in my bones gives me alive.
The debt I owed my soul is paid and I
will keep running til the light breaks
on the city-scape above me.
I'm pushing ever upwards til I'm free.
I'm not who I was meant to be.
The one that, the one lives inside of me
can't say all the words I need to say.
The things that I realize every day.
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5. |
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You are a sycophant and I'm sick of it.
Sucking the life right out of me;
Counted my breaths & watched me bleed.
(Watch your back)
This grave is marked for you.
We're not the same, you and me,
Heaven knows what we've been through.
(Christian Fisher)
Cast me out,
So I can finally find my self worth down
under this shattered shell of dreams.
I will not embrace this
Constant state of shame.
This is a call
To the outcast and underdogs.
Take a breath in our lungs;
We're screaming our hearts out.
We won't stop until we're
Voiceless on the ground.
How is my heart still beating
With all the ice in my veins? (all the ice in my veins).
We were born to live this way.
You wrote the book on best intentions,
and if I had a page for every one you'd fell through on,
I'd have a guide on how to set yourself up for failure.
(You're making mistakes a new art form)
It'd be a shame if you broke your neck
Doing a double take
To catch a glimpse of my life. (It's a wreck)
But Don't look away,
You might miss us.
We were born to live this way,
We were made to make mistakes.
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6. |
Over My Dead Body
04:29
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Sign me up,
I'm the only one that can do it.
I think twice as fast.
We built a town from the bottom up,
But you tore it down, all the while singing;
"Let's leave our city behind".
You negate yourself when you demand
that life would press rewind.
You always told us to sell out:
I always wanted to prove you wrong.
Stare off into the sunset,
Let go of all of your bitterness.
I wouldn't change a thing
About the way it all worked out.
We left the "in-crowd"
for something more worthwhile,
but you could only drag me back
Over my dead body.
I'm a walking dictionary
Of genre-bending cliches.
You're a negative apothecary,
What with the false hope you're selling.
I don't want to die for your mistakes.
Somehow I always knew
It would end up this way.
We will own your thoughts,
We'll own the song stuck in your head,
We'll leave you kicking and screaming
So you can thank us in the end.
Feelings left lingering
In the back of our heads.
Words that were better left unsaid.
Thoughts that could lead us
Marching to our death.
All over lies
That we've been fed.
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I've got a millstone around my neck.
I'd apologize for the sunset
If it meant you could be happy again.
We were in rare form from righting all our wrongs,
Sitting in church pews and writing all the best songs
About the end of the world.
I never thought I'd amount to much,
and in keeping with secrets, I'll tell you what.
I'm the best at being a mess up.
I'm the best at not giving things a rest.
Time may forgive,
But I won't forget
Being told there's no point
And that I should quit.
I can't fathom what my life would be like;
The hardships made who I am.
(Brendan Frey)
I said I'm not your golden boy.
A slip of the silver tongue
Led to one bad choice.
I'm in need of a triumph.
What I used to admire
Just seems to disappoint.
I used to care about it
But now what's the point?
Now that the standards you set
Are all null and void,
My self-defeating thoughts
I now try to avoid.
We never thought we'd amount to much
And people always told us to just give up.
We're the best at making a comeback
And we've yet to discover the best in us.
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8. |
Meaningless to You
04:22
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So leave the lights on
And the storm door open;
I'm staying out late tonight.
I wish i could relive
Every moment about that night.
Everything that I had left
Is coming back slowly.
I'm not quite ready to find
Somewhere else to sleep.
You think I'm not quite ready to be
The man I was born to become.
Fighting won't change anything
About the things I want .
Now that I've grown up
I've never given you
A reason not to trust me,
Let me in, are you listening?
You left me out in the cold.
The sun is coming up,
I'll be home when I can.
Just give me a chance
to make you understand.
The truth and lies are blurred.
Don't try and act like this all hurts you
more than it hurts me.
I watched the sunrise
(Even though it's cold outside,
Will I ever face down my pride)
((I never feel like i'm enough,
Tell me i'm good enough))
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9. |
Ages (Interlude)
03:33
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(Instrumental) produced by Max Robison of Ages
https://findages.bandcamp.com/
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10. |
Oh, Nostalgia
03:11
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Homesick for the places we've been.
The summer drives that we can't forget.
We drove so far, never wanted to go home,
Far from sunset and close to the dawn
Oh, nostalgia
you've got me thinking of better times.
These memories will never fade.
Oh, nostalgia
Don't stop don't turn back now,
Sit back and crank up the radio.
We'll play our favorite songs like
Oh, nostalgia
Why do I romanticize the past?
I take a look back, a good look back.
I walk around my house at night
And realized.
I am the only one
Holding myself back from freedom.
(I can't wait)
to go out and meet my fate,
It's always been chasing me anyway
Can't stop, keep flying now.
I won't let my life get boring.
Second Star to the right,
And straight on 'til morning.
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