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Bomber
04:00
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A stream of consciousness, a pang of guilt
The way of the world, a space to be filled
Here at the crossroads, the future speaks
Of an industrial society
The rules never mattered
I could never get them right
But maybe what matters is inside
I don’t know myself and I’m
Lost in my own hell, did I
Deserve to lose
Will I learn the truth
Peering back into the dawn of man
To where the worth has worth again
We build our walls, divide our lives
A tale, disease, as old as time
Now we wait for our judgment day
And at night the terror keeps us awake
Still the key escapes my grasp
The problem’s solution; who I am
I’ll become my own bomber
And build my own world
Where the rules can be ours
And it will be their turn
I stand among the graves of the
Ones I didn’t save
I stand between the worlds, all the
Stories left untold, all the
Lives within
Will they live again?
Somewhere in the jungle
Is the burning husk of a plane
It’s been burning for a decade
In a world too far away
I don’t know myself and I’m
Punishing myself because I don’t
Know the truth
I deserve to lose
Don’t come look for me, because I
Won’t be where you think
The world grows from seeds
Where I’m hiding
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2. |
Face to the Fire
04:33
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I’m empty, I’m poured out, I’m
Laying myself bare
For these words, for the music, for this
Ambition, that’ll get me nowhere
Lay awake and grasp at straws
They hang low, close, but too far gone
When I finally get to sleep, I dream in
Breakthroughs that elude me
Say you care but you never meant it
All these words just to shut me up
If you didn’t want to hear me talk
Why’d you ask me to do it
Now I lay awake and hate myself
Wondering if there’s anything else
Left to do to get me there
You’ve left me high and dry and bare
Look up now into the empty rows
No one cares about your somnoprose
Strum your chords and forget what they said
You will never ever see the end
No more lights or looking forward to
The tunnel’s long and closing in on you
Tap the taps until your well runs dry
Lay awake in torment every night
I’ve put together the pieces of
A puzzle labeled “verse, chorus, verse”
Now I lack something I had
And that I missed in the first place
No one ever meant that much to me
I tell myself and still pretend to be
Let me go and feel the way I will
Just a touch and this hole will be filled
Look up now into the empty rows
No one cares about your somnoprose
Strum your chords and forget what they said
You will never ever see the end
Don’t you care about the pain you cause
Your lies are read and written on the walls
I stay awake and waiting out the night
I will never forget that you lied
Hold your face to the fire on a brand new day
Never burn out and don’t fade away
Hold your face to the fire on a brand new day
Never burn out and don’t fade away
Hold your face to the fire on a brand new day
Never burn out and don’t fade away
Hold your face to the fire on a brand new day
Never burn out and don’t fade away
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3. |
Mean Girl
00:55
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I don't wanna be the mean girl
I just wanna be your world
Calling out to me from your side
Step in time (Way outside)
Side by side (Way inside)
Stay in line (Way outside)
Live my life (Way inside)
I don't wanna be the reject
I just wanna be the object
Forming now all in a straight line
Step in time (Way outside)
Side by side (Way inside)
Stay in line (Way outside)
Live my life (Way inside)
(Way outside)
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4. |
Missing
02:28
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This plate is me
This one is you
And this represents all the chances we never used
The last time that I saw you
You blew your top at me
You’d had enough of the secrets
So you’d take your chance with the streets
The night is long
I don’t know where you’ve gone
Making good on your promise, your lie, your threat tonight
You and me are
Lost in the city
Running on no sleep, just fighting each other
You tell me “go home” but I’m lost too
And we’re missing
The last time that you saw me
You only wanted to be alone
The last thing that you said to me was that you didn’t feel at home
You don’t have one here
You never had one
You were never alone so you didn’t call it home
You and me are
Lost in the city
Running on no sleep, just fighting each other
You tell me “go home” but I’m lost too
And we’re missing
Please follow me home
Please follow me home
Follow me home
Follow me home
Missing
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5. |
Seal Me Off
01:55
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You can't get in
I've built a wall
Steel and brick and concrete stone
Thirty feet tall
Not like me, you'll never be
Sorry soon, you will see
You will never understand
Sealed away in my own land
Taking off to shut me up
Soon you'll see I've had enough
Not like me, you'll never be
Sorry soon, you will see
Not like me, you'll never be
Sorry soon, you will see
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6. |
White's Grove
03:10
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Sometimes you just fall into a rut
It takes all your energy to stand still
The world would rather see you down
So don’t give it the satisfaction
Why call a song in the name that we choose
Why make a choice if we can’t even move
Why make up words if I’m just pleasing you
My mind is a tap, displaying words
I don’t answer to anyone
So don’t let them tell you what to do
This is your world, your choice
Why call a song in the name that we choose
Why make a choice if we can’t even move
Why make up words if I’m just pleasing you
Now look what we’ve done - it’s the obligatory last verse
A third repetition before the chorus
Three straight minutes
Now you’ve got a single
Why call a song in the name that we choose
Why make a choice if we can’t even move
Why make up words if I’m just pleasing you
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