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such a solitary mess
you ask yourself
exhausted as it is
and develop something else.
It’s the children
we never got to be
little arrows to the knees I guess now.
all our debts are paid in full
we don’t count them anymore.
cuz I was
just waiting for my time to go
my reactions moving way too slow
I was just waiting for my time to go.
quintessential to survive
it’s just the norm
chewed up and processed
since you were born
that satisfaction
reduced and tied to profit
my last utensil
to the closest socket
i was
just waiting for my time to go
my reactions moving way too slow
I was just waiting for my time to go
my reactions moving way too slow
how bad it tends to seem
the depths we didn’t know
how it came, who I was and what I’m supposed to show
I was just waiting for my time to go.
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the time it takes you to move
it’s the time that takes you to lose
every step in the right direction
so much harder to see
yet it’s so much harder to be
that void kicks in and you just swallow
but of course I’ll find my way
and so we’re screaming through the windows
past the bars that keep you in
and the structures
well they’re all destined to fall
with every heartbeat
there’s no stopping what we build together
and so we’re screaming through the windows
to the hope it’s never been
and the structures
they’ll just wrap their arms around
the last few breaths we try to muster.
breakdown my condition
to a symptom I control
they’re the benefits of nothing
it's a measure not a toll.
It’s almost over
but it’s never over.
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Otherside
03:33
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it’s the loss of feeling
and that the lines are drawn for free
that any lack of motion
attracts a kind of dignity
i wanna talk this out but you can’t
tied but severed
wait forever
pain is just the obligation
be complicit
trust the movement
why the lust in separation?
towers guarding nothing
with any reason why
try to justify that cruelty
but no one had to die
It’s not the otherside
I won’t let go.
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No Flags Will Fly
02:44
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talk talk talk
with the rhythms that you swing
you’re not like anybody else
rough night
shove me to the wall
you’re not like anybody else
the pills didn’t do their job
and I can’t tell what state I’m in
i’m not convinced that this is armageddon.
your honest whispers coming soon
better take me to my room
i’m not convinced that this is armageddon.
I know I know I know
that there were rumors
I know I know I know
I never could tell you
I know I know I know
it stayed unforgiven
I know I know I know
you’re not what you lived through
and I keep shutting down my reputations
can’t look at my mother’s eyes again
and I didn’t trust getting older
blood runs thick and you’re stuck until the end
and I suffer quietly in the meantime
bracing every muscle as we scream
and I try not to remember
the luck I’ve had figuring out my own identity
broken progress taking hits
into my fingertips
i’m not convinced that this is armageddon
all your whispers coming soon
better take me to my room
i’m not convinced that this is armageddon.
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Closer to the Back
03:13
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someone smarter than me has to admit
that critical thinking takes a hit
every generation swears that they
can’t stand it, can’t stand it.
stable power and a sense of higher needs
but it’s all just industry
You’ll take it for granted and I’m sorry
it just doesn’t mean a thing.
no notes but experience intertwined
it’s not righteous it’s a flaw in the design
try to place the blame on nuance
then to tell the truth who you once were
hey it’s breaking oh it’s breaking all you had
but I will survive
a better chance of waking up
trusting that these chords will set me free
and I might derive that my dreams
but the selling that I’m speaking of
and I just might
well we call it in just as it seems
and keep it further far between
it sure as shit ain’t what we lack
but we stand closer to the back
live and learn it’s got to be
then earn a paycheck or community
twist and pull you feel the knives
in your back it’s just our lives
raise your hands you feel the strings
but it doesn’t mean a thing.
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The Ocean
04:23
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there’s a lesson that some teacher taught me
that we’re always going down in flames
loyal chemicals just don’t agree
different pages, another game
i’m not giving up to the world
at least not for free
i’m not surrendering at all
as far as I know
sell em all
take all I’ve got
it’s not our fault
we just missed the constant battle
keep breathing deep
going on and on emotions
we know they’re got other plans for us
don’t lie to me
and say that it might get better
crossed some curses in my life
and they’re all I’ve had
you never stop to read between the lines
but it happens all the time
you never trust the moments it’s a sign
but it happens all the time
take a minute to stop and stare
every moment of pain that keeps you there
take a minute to stop and stare.
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Nite Sprites Portland, Oregon
grungy punk from portland, oregon. case / chris / mambo.
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