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Blind Peace
03:42
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Are you smiling, while dancing on the grave of your own father?
Cold hands with my head cast down
I can't believe that we've come this far
Treading water, but sinking farther and farther
They write about this in your book of sin
I'll be the wolf under sheep skin
So this is what it's like
In a life of black and white
Painting colors on the canvas
But your ego leaves you blind
Legs waver at the sight
Of living free
Stand down
Shut your mouth
Fall to your knees
Fall to your knees
(Fall to your knees)
Fall to your knees
When sober nights make you sick
The sun is what I fear
Happiness; Just a memory fading
With every falling tear
Hiding in the corners
Of the rooms that house my violence
Closed fists as my demons make way
For more skeletons
For more skeletons
Regret
Pumps the lungs of a wished upon death
And I'm left here
Sinking
Drowning
What is left?
And every taste of our fleeting breath
Every open eye sunrise that we wish never came
I have to be selfish in my pain
Choking sermons falling on deaf ears
Oh I beg for release
What is happiness if you can't have peace?
What is happiness if you can't have peace?
What is happiness if you can't have peace?
What is happiness if you can't have peace?
Peace?
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2. |
Burn the White Flag
01:45
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Take me to the end
Take me to a heaven or palace of sin
This world has drained what's left of me
Trapped in a prison of my own skin
No death
No content
Last breath
Hold it in
A cramped tongue in a cathedral of lies
I crawl through hell on crippled strides
The tradition is dead
Don’t hang your cross
In the same room I hang my head
Burn the white flag
The tradition is dead
Burn the white flag
Dying proud was
Never my intent
So burn the white flag
How many feel relieved when they tie the noose around their neck?
Unlock this cage
Give me death
Give me death
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3. |
Lament
02:53
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Now we hear their screams
Now we see them dying
Still we’re afraid to say their names
I bang on the bars of this life
You are not alone
We will suffer together
You are not alone
We’re forced to stand in line and sing
While we’re begging on our knees
Hell is fed through silencing
And weaponized obituaries
We blame a dying root withered in poisoned soil after planting rotten seeds
The truth is no one's fucking free
Until we let the bells of death ring
The stitch of the flag has become the stitch of our mouths
The stitch of the flag has become the stitch of our mouths
The stitch of the flag has become the stitch of our mouths
The stitch of the flag has become the stitch of our mouths
I wish I could wear your wounds for you
I wish I could feel the pain that you feel
I want to carve my name in every tongue that lied
To sew the wounds too deep to heal
I’ll wash the blood from my privileged hands
Untie the noose and cut the branch
Blow the candle from the light they steal
They steal
They steal
They steal
This is my resistance
This is my resistance
I’m ashamed to be connected to it
But if we run it's gonna leave a stain
Responsible to wash our hands of it
Help bury the pain
I didn’t tie the noose
But this is my burden to bear
I’ll be the blade that cuts it loose
I’ll be the fray, the fucking tear
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4. |
My Life My Pain
05:31
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Sometimes it’s hard to see that anything has changed
We let our lives sing the praise of life left estranged
But our hearts stay tethered to this shameful pain
We believed in truth
We believed in our name
And it’s the light that’s been broken
The words that found the echoing concrete
A tongue that we refuse to learn
A prophets prayer left unspoken
I made a hell to dwell
A broken figure appressed from the skin I lease
To this noose around my neck
I played the fool and turned away the only thing I had left
We’ve made the bed for a restless skeleton to lay
Tied the noose unaware of the guilt we have to pay
Where does it end?
We’ve reached the break in the bend
And we can store our thoughts in this Wellbutrin
Or we can slash this skin and put a name to this pain
But my lungs will be the flag to my disdain
A flag flown high
My life
A flag flown high
My pain
A method drawn as a closed room shrinks
A death brigade on all who breathe
We bend our knees under our fathers sin
Feed our stomachs with the lies they spit
What’s left to disguise our blame?
I’m no better than the mirror that holds our fucking shame
So this is my final cry
My Life
My Pain
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