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Lament only when facing burial
When your spine is so broken and worn
In a world where death is make believe
All the scars you were born with arise
For the cries have been well rehearsed
The words are memorised like song
Those who will not let you off
Will lead you to death, real and deserved
The sky screams in terror and rains down
On the hopes of your upheld design
Escape if by only capsizing
And bleeding out into their hands
For the cries have been well rehearsed
The words are memorised like song
Those who will not let you off
Will lead you to death, real and deserved
Push down the dirt forgotten
By those who you never could see
They were holding their spades all along
But never turned one grain of soil
For the cries have been well rehearsed
The words are memorised like song
Those who will not let you off
Will lead you to death, real and deserved
Although the cries have been well rehearsed
They'll lead you to death, real and deserved
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Thy Shadow Abandoned
02:00
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End of aspect grown in dust and filth
Burned as an offering to help you out with life
It crosses the line of the nameless chasm
All that remains is a vacancy of inertia
Reviled and cut, winding up to the same old page
Carried into the gates of eternal screams
Remember calling in to visit fear
It climbs up to the point of hate
Silence is offering the scream of alone
Dust sits on windows obscuring the view
To what can be seen over everything new
Silence is offering the scream of alone
It buries you into a myriad of dirt
That melds itself to every form
Created by your agonizing pain
You claw your way through the pages that seek
To tell you the story of where your life is spit
Silence is offering the scream of alone
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Dirt Holds No Memory
06:41
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Cold wind and dust blows amongst the ruins
Of treachery and lies that have been withheld
Illuminate the full sun rise, its burning
Carrying the darkness and death inside
The wind cuts through like a pick through ice
The dirt holds no memory, never ill defined
Slipping back through passages of leftover pieces
Consummated mind, the memories of life
Breaking all the capsules of time you never held
Bleeding through the floor, through the dirt, through it all
The dirt holds no memory, it burns through with blood
It captured what it needed before it sends you to hell
Dirt holds no memory
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Years of blood, tears of all thereafter
Cradled all your thoughts and dreams
Broken up inside the fear of leaving
To the end of you felt had meaning
Days of counting down for all thereafter
Buried all our thoughts and dreams
Push the knife inside your fear of leaving
To make it all just how you need
Life, an afterthought as you scrape your path out of your boot tread
Tracks of crimson stains that tell of your utter disdain
Life, an afterthought as you scrape your path out of your boot tread
Tracks of crimson stains that tell of your utter disdain
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Afforded life of forty sorrows
Rest the limbs from the fight
Another night has moved tomorrow
Closer to the lens that's seen tonight
Words are nothing, but that's made you
A beacon for the night about to bring
May it rain forty blades of pain from above
To cut you away from this life
The night, for some about the slumber
Or hiding away from the rain
The shadows disguise hidden meaning
Better than the lies of life today
The grave is only getting larger
To fit in all you think you take away
But you think rest is a finalising martyr
It's not, it is you and no one cares
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