1. |
Don't Move
03:38
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This exchange between us has got you wanting back, you're always wanting back.
This exchange between us has got you wanting back, you're never coming back.
You pushed us all away.
So sit in that chair, don't move at all.
We won't be right back.
We won't be right.
This exchange between us is a ship without a shore. I was never really sure, but we were driftwood, we're drifting.
We won't be right.
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2. |
Wicked Ones
04:05
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Don't say you're like them
Don't say you're like the wicked ones
With a compass that only points south, how could you ever expect to get out?
A code of conduct keeps you tied down "don't abandon your own, don't end up all alone."
Don't say you're like them
Don't say you're like the wicked ones
You've got to escape now, and don't look back.
A pack of hounds, they're out to find you, and they won't stop until you're one of them.
Don't let them find you
Escape now don't look back.
Don't let them find you.
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3. |
Exist
04:07
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We crash just like waves
Unconscious, untamed.
Consuming debris
Let go of me
You're just trying to accept a fate.
You exist, but sit by waiting for the end.
No passion, no fire, no burning desire, to carry your own weight,
You can't say we're moving like violent waves.
You push like the moon,
And pull like the sea.
You're bound to these bones
But try to believe
That we are more than violent waves
Calling, Crashing and pulling debris.
Crash into me.
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4. |
Bones
02:45
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Do you think you're free?
Tell me you see.
You walked out the door like a ghost leaves it's grave,
you're so hollow.
you sink into dreams dense as the Dead Sea,
You're so shallow.
Your bones are barely enough to keep you here.
Show me your bones, forget your faith, you'll still be here.
This may take awhile, like searching for a smile at a wake.
You're so shallow, you can still be saved.
Are you really free? Tell me you see.
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5. |
And Now, This
02:26
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Led Astray
03:22
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Children of lies, you don't know. You're the money tree that they felt owed.
Sever the ties, let them know. take back your lives
Fathers, you've led us astray You've created this path and we followed.
Children of lies they don't know, they're diseased, and we're the cure.
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7. |
An Instant
01:55
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I can see myself dying in your eyes
I'm not the one that you want,
Just the one that you got.
Try to listen to what your saying
It's a lifetime of constant praying
to a God who never listens
to your acts of contrition.
You've spent your time
I'll have mine.
We're already dead, this is just a flash before your eyes.
We're just an instant, try to embrace it.
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8. |
Lost In the Air
04:53
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I'm morse code, can you hear me?
I'm beating in patterns you'll soon forget,
but I am real.
I'm lost in the sound and can't get out.
I close my eyes, breathe in deep, don't speak.
We're lost in the sound, we can't get out.
I can close my eyes, But I'm still here.
If my words get lost in the air, please know, I just wanted to make you proud.
When my words get lost in the air, please know, I just wanted to make you proud.
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