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Grief

by mountain man

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DENIAL: I 00:55
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DENIAL: II 00:24
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
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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DENIAL: IV 02:29
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
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
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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ANGER: III 01:19
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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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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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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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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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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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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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released February 22, 2011

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