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Home is a concept
03:30
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Profit meets the promise of the holy
Will you find god in time?
The streets are littered with blind dogs carrying the thawing snakes
The numb brothers lie, rusting away
Cast away, salt will not heal the snakes
Swim in but stay on the warpath
Rust away, keep warm and pray for rain
Silence and middle fingers, built by the holy leaders
Profits that start out right turn into bottom feeders
Days of old, preserve that new sound
You can't stay stuck
Days of new, you'll miss that old sound
it sucks your soul
It's too bright out
I don't know if I lost god or if he lost me
All the fires I've started remind me of nothing
To lose sight, that's the fast way to die
Stay numb, stay simple
The bones break as I'm forced to leave
Enjoy your time, stay moving
The sharp cage cuts deep
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that won't always last.
01:29
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Your language is mine and together we share something beautiful
Today is too bright just to follow the sun without losing that pale blue
You're promising nothing but fucking flowers and broken cages declining on the bedroom floor
Stop chasing the snakes and run with the dogs
Stay locked in your closet, stay tired for so long
It's too early and bright just to follow the sun
Too wet in the east, too dry in the west
All good things come to an end
I lose if I leave, I lose if you leave
All good things come to sad endings
To love all of the old pretty songs
Born with a broken compass and rust in the knees
To love all the pretty songs as I pass through the heat
Tired and shameless and boring, nothing is real
To learn from your fathers who taught to burn everything
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Take out the sun
05:07
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I used to sleep now I don't
Long western roads lead to home
Where did the keys to your west home go?
Life with no meaning has no purpose
There's no where to stay warm or even numb
Focused on the future and trying not to lose sight
Cut the legs off your brothers
Cut the arms off your fathers
Learn to forget
Thrive on this pale blue coast
Nothing inside you moves, nothing inside you is real
Too many cages and not enough truth
The two furthest points on the floor are wasted with the cage
The flowers bloom but the colors fade away
Most roads won't bring you back
(There was a time that one would lose hope running from the two furthest points instead of following the sun. He said to rise early to catch the long western roads before the smiling bride)
Here is the time that says you lose if you leave
Now is the time that you will thrive on this pale blue coast
Cut the arms off your fathers
Cut the legs off your brothers
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and live in the past.
03:33
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The sharp cage cuts deep
That cold sound won't sleep
Set fire, burn everything
Forget after this week
Do what you can, stay young, stay simple, stay numb
This time do what you know
This is the progress
This is the process of staying simple
Do what you can
Your language acts as your turf is the holy land
Do me a favor, and try to get some sleep
But don't remember Saturday, just try to disappear
As your language is simple through your mother's eyes
We're miserable when air gets cold
Everybody cries
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