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DENIAL: I
00:55
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2. |
DENIAL: II
00:24
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Ownership is tough when you're helpless
Choking on a dollar
Riding out the progress
Rip another page in the book
Riding out the storm in case history repeats my wish
Stop trading this passion for agony
Too stale to tie up and burn
Stop looking through the haze and kill me
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DENIAL: III
01:15
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Now he's looking through his father's eyes
Instead of rolling up his sleeves
All the swelling ends up saving him
Instead of earning what he needs
Hanging from nothing
Hanging from hope
Waste
Pride is always too big for it's shoes
Put your heart and soul up for sale in case of distance
In case of sinking faster than drowning
Rolling up your sleeves to set your mind on fire
All while hanging it from hope
All this blacking out is making me too tired
Perfect warnings of a cover up
Too tired to win
Too many hours of fighting the birth
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4. |
DENIAL: IV
02:29
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Altars and dirt will get you in tune to find your own peace
And help you get through these clouds
I'm under the bridge and into the pale blues
I thought I saw you smother your hope but what exactly is control?
I'm into the blues
I won't sink on my time
I thought I saw you smother your hope
Gain control then die with a choke
Testing the ropes
I saw you spit the faith you hate on your feet
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ANGER: I
01:12
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It's the sorrow
The short answer of the unaffected human
It's the dead mood of half lit rooms
The blunt weight of a casual truth
Deathbeds glow in half-lit rooms
Days of looking endlessly through mind and matter and a hole
Anyone can find this vicious kind
There are too many hours in the day
So dense that they sink, and sink, and sink
Sleepwalk from a deathbed's confidential beliefs
There will be no short answers
Hope is a burden
Love will cut through all your troubles
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ANGER: II
01:30
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Burning brings good fortune but this voice of reason kills the mood
Every black cloud is turning green
Too tired to burn and too old to sing
Too reckless to gain something
Run when your hero's voice kills the mood
Or when the voice of god kills the mood
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7. |
ANGER: III
01:19
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8. |
BARGAINING: I
01:02
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9. |
BARGAINING: II
01:40
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A little rain never hurt anybody
Last train, last ride
Deep sleep in the sky
This log in the fire makes the perfect view
Dig your way out, throw me in
Black clouds earn the trust of the neighbors
No money could help
Every man for himself
Just a fraction of the whole
"I built my life on sand and watched it crumble to dust"
Postcards from the crooked and the ones that you love
Earn something, gain something
Pull your weight and dig your way out
There is nothing wrong with a little passion
Every house is not a home
Stop waking up the ones that you love
Always hot or always too cold for the man that wants to quit
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BARGAINING: III
01:28
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No warm questions or conversations
Empty shorelines of narrow New England
The bottom of every ocean, the burning of every book is starting to set in
He's too crooked for his collar
A long road is all the distance I need
A point of view that kill the vultures of heat
Painful plans to mind my business
To fight to live off the land of dust
And test the dangerous type
The end is coming, the start is starting to move in
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11. |
BARGAINING: IV
01:18
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DEPRESSION: I
01:23
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Dusty roads being washed down the drain
Drifting to the West is a trap of dead chords
My country, your wasteland is dead
Splintered towers that are built with love
That cold air sound
Cracks in the floor where the air is coming in
Blinded by thirst and the thought of living
The world is a place of confusion and chaos
Down the drain
Choking on the past
This power is disappointing
This power is nothing
Drifting to the west
I thought I saw you coming
This isn't cutting through me
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DEPRESSION: II
02:03
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Here lies the struggle and the burden
The soul reason that I can't find the threat
Put out your fires and your values
Leaders that suffer with power
Can't hide the letters from your parents
Earn nothing but you still get to live
All day polishing your standards
Lighten your loads and your troubles
Here lies the struggle
You can't hide the letters
Wash the shine from fading colors
And work them to the bone
Ignite the half-lit towers
From the bottom of the stones
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14. |
DEPRESSION: III
01:25
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15. |
DEPRESSION: IV
01:15
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Proud fathers say "life is tough when you're looking through your mother's eyes"
Dead weight
Stop wasting time eating end's meat from this silver spoon
We're face to face but it's hanging from the thread that let you loose
Crooked leaders, bottom feeders
I'm pulling these strings but poster children won't stop wasting time
Confusion can't drain this stress
Keep these themes aligned
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16. |
ACCEPTANCE: I
02:24
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17. |
ACCEPTANCE: II
00:46
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Bringing that old empty pocket sound right back home
Loose cannons play with the unkept
Tired and deadly loose cannons pray with the numb
That's what they tell us while we're still up to code
Proving that fast lane lifestyle won't last all year
Empty backpacks being thrown in the streets of trouble
Haunting your habits of pride and crime
Wasting this loaded world, watch it decline
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