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Decibel
02:40
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Fight like lions in the tundra every night. The slightest glimpse of solid joy could save your life. Twirl into the sunset like a midwest slow dance. We’re always searching for ways to relax, but you tend to go crazy when you think about the past. A reminder, a moment, the smell of a town. Certain volumes are too loud. It’s quite tragic how I’m just a lonely decibel in a giant crowd. It’s quite tragic how, I’ll never be allowed. I’m always silent, I can barely shiver up a sound. My knees are going out.
Body is curling backwards. I can’t comprehend the mechanics, please help me understand. I swear I’ll try my best, I hope that is enough. I swear I’ll try my best when the times are getting rough. I’m just a lonely decibel in a giant crowd. I’m always silent, I can barley shiver up a sound.
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North Shore
02:59
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There’s a yellow pill in my pocket in case I need to calm down. Hands are feeling frostbite as I’m frozen to the ground. Why can’t life just work out the way I want it to? All these questions I keep asking leave me constantly confused. I know I must keep going, but I’m too scared to run. My legs will break apart because my bones aren’t strong enough. Why can’t life just work out the way I want it to?
All these questions I keep asking, but nobody’s in the room. No one. It’s another long night. No fight left in my blood. I feel like giving up now. Pull the plug. Off the lakeside, a symphony of sadness that forever crescendos. It never stops. Fragile as an icicle dripping off the rooftop.
Puddles become pools of my self-doubt. Why can’t life just work out the way I want it to? All these questions I keep asking but nobody’s in the room.
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Demons Are Taking Over
02:23
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You’ll never get it right. Autumn landscape in full effect. Sending signals inside your head.
Colors change quicker than your eyes can catch. Coordinate an orchestra. Follow chords my mouth can hum. Soon enough all the strings will bust. You talk about how you want to die, and you never did years before. There’s an angel in your soul, but now the demons are taking over. We’ve all been there before. It seems you’ve lost all control. Now the demons are taking over.It’s all darkness when the sun doesn’t show up.
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Tangled Up
02:39
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If you want to go, I understand. It’s never quite easy to plan. Never satisfied will all the choices in my life. So we take some steps forward, Always moving closer to the door. I guess we’re just silhouettes on the sidewalks. We’re tangled up in distress on every block, but we try taking
steps forward. I swear we’re only getting closer. If you want to go, please tackle up the darkness, bury it in the mountains. It’ll dwell inside the forest. I need to be in the sunlight. I need to be in the sun. Constant circles we spin. Tell myself I’m okay when I know deep down I never am.
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Jotting Notes
02:46
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Why do I have a troubling existence? Why should I have to struggle at all? My heart’s an open book, so you know. I’m forever jotting notes. “Try to be a little better” Simple sentence. I know it really seems to matter. I promise to achieve a higher degree in this body that I’m stuck in week after week. The years will someday fly. I hope you’re there to witness my ability to move forward. Collecting more distance from the human that I once was, to the human I am reaching to be. I’m never giving up.
I promise to achieve a higher degree in this body that I’m stuck in.
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Downhill Spiral
02:38
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Cut the brakes on this moving car. The roads too dangerous. Everyone is afraid how quickly we’ll all combust. The wind gust will throw us off. I’m sick of drowning in my loneliness.
I’m sick of drowning. I loved you so much. Why did we have to fall? The graphite in your pencil led,it scares you to ever journal again. You’re dwelling endlessly. Collapsing lungs in your chest makes it hard to understand that you’re not the only one. Let me pick you up. I know you’re down. It’s a downhill spiral. That’s where I go.
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All My Guts
02:42
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I’ve had enough. The clockwork is slowing down. It’s nothing more than a fallout with rebuilding myself. I’ve had enough. Does anyone else see ghosts in reflections from the icicles? They’re hanging from my window. I’ve lost all my guts, trying to stomach everything,
now I’m running from it. A false alarm would set me free. You’re wide awake, and I’m fast asleep. I’ve had enough. This constant tunnel vision sprinting through the darkness. I have a feeling that it’s never ending. A false alarm would set me free. Would you be there to comfort me? Would you try to focus for the millionth time? There’s got to be some hope. Enjoy the breeze from the cold, Crawling deeply into the snow. There’s got to be some hope.
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Day Drunk
02:40
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Getting day drunk all through the week. Scared of breaking up the routine. It seems like nothing matters to me. Nothing matters anymore. My heart still beats like a bass drum. Off tempo, no rhythm, but still plays a melody. Please don’t come over, you’re not allowed. I promise I will figure myself out. Don’t come over.It’s just me in the kitchen looking up at the clouds. I wonder what they talk about.
The lightning strikes in my garden. Where I have planted all my courage. One day they’ll blossom again, until then, I must prepare for any accidents. A jolt of energy may bring the death of me.
When the lights go out, do the clouds roam around? Or do they stay above my head?
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Bad Trip
02:52
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Will I suppress my doubts? Will I ever figure it out? Will I break into someone else? Can you take care of me? Can you solve everything? I don’t understand human existence. I don’t understand life.
We all move forward and fall in love, but I’m still stuck behind. I don’t get it. The basement is flooding and I’m sick of swimming. Everyone is upstairs dancing through the ceiling. Everyone, listen up.
I’m having a bad trip. May I start over? Is this too much to ask for? Begging for a reset. Disconnect the circuit. Play the drums to a song that I can nod my head along to with you.
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12345
03:09
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Is this all right to stay inside? Will these four walls soon enough eat me up alive? I can’t find the urge to breakout. You look awfully lovely, A picturesque paining locked in my head. You know this
was an accident. No need to panic when everything slowly descends into a darkness that I cannot describe. No more oxygen. No more sunlight. Please don’t ever leave me all alone.
Please don’t leave me. So many mistakes that I can count on one hand. One, two, three, four, five. One, two, three, four, five again. I’ll never let you go. There’s no sunlight. There’s no ever going back. No need to panic when everything slowly descends.
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