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Wye
05:14
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Problem shouldered at birth
It’s not your fault
That it came first
Root cause without reaction
I’ll stay this way
Take no action
You are not me
We are not we
Who are you to me, my wye
Why folk (Why time)
Wye oak (Why mind)
Why pain (Why hurt)
Why blame (Why first)
Why boy (Why girl)
Why role (Why fill)
Why story told
Why me, why me, why me, why me
Before I go to carry on
Say a goodbye before I’m gone
And turn the lights off
Save me from distraction
Because you never had
Never had this attraction
Root cause without reaction
I’ll stay this way
Take no action
It’s safe for me to
Not be me who
Be who I want to be
Never be me
Why folk (Why time)
Wye oak (Why mind)
Why pain (Why hurt)
Why blame (Why first)
Why boy (Why girl)
Why role (Why fill)
Why story told
Why me, why me, why me, why me
Before I go to carry on
Say a goodbye before I’m gone
And turn the lights off
(Turn the lights off)
(Turn the lights off)
(Turn the lights off)
(Turn the lights off)
Now I don’t know who I am
And I never thought it could be this bad
She looks back from my reflection
And she can take no more rejection
She is not me
But I am not me
And transitive applies to wye
Why folk (Why time)
Wye oak (Why mind)
Why pain (Why hurt)
Why blame (Why first)
Why boy (Why girl)
Why role (Why fill)
Why story told
Why me, why me, why me, why me
Before I go to carry on
Say a goodbye before I’m gone
And turn the lights off when you leave
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Lizardskisses
04:23
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Further drilled into my mind
By unseen voices that pervade our time
“The passcode to the door is a lizard’s kiss”
She had meant so much to me
A love shared only in a dream
Someone I never knew and will only miss
“The passcode to the door is a lizard’s kiss”
Faces in the sky
You were in my mind
Asleep in dreams but I sleep with open eyes
Young kindred hearts were intertwined
In an endless building inside my mind
I could never be prepared for tonight
Here I sit and stare at this door
On a train that’s leaving forever more
I won’t have to leave if I can just open that door
“The passcode to the door is a lizard’s kiss”
Faces in the sky
You were in my mind
Asleep in dreams but I sleep with open eyes
Alone on this train
Drive through the driving rain
And already I’ve forgotten her name
I know what will take me back to you
But I don’t have the strength that I need to
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Handshake
02:57
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It’s been raining for a few years
And the Earth is covered in clouds
The handshake that brought us together
Only keeps us inside and held down
All the time that we fought
All the futures that we bought
All the money that was spent
Served only to bring on the end
Stay inside and you’ll see
All the people who won’t believe
In the end of humanity
Don’t come searching for me
They can’t be stopped with your guns
Or a nuclear missile
They can open locked doors without trying
And disguise behind your smile
All the people that they took
Too far gone to ever look
And the rain falls at day
But at night, it all goes away
Stay inside and you’ll see
All the people who won’t believe
In the end of humanity
Don’t come searching for me
Stay inside and you’ll see
The rain comes down endlessly
When the sun sets and the water dries
It’s safe again to go outside
Nothing we made can keep us safe
From our duplicates’ handshake
And when we’ve lost our beliefs
Don’t come searching for me
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4. |
Depression Naps, pt. I
01:13
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there are no words
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