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Death of My Ideas
02:58
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I remember in the days before the foul of yester-year when you could walk out on the street without that calm and subdued fear that you have nagging you subconsciously since innocence has gone and washed away. The past was so much different, but I've gotta move on. That was yesterday.
The world was so peculiar when we were curious and young. Back when we would always memorize the songs that we had sung. We couldn't fathom all the meanings or the messages that they tried to convey. We were so blissfully ignorant, but now we know that that was yesterday.
Our parents told us to wash our hands and never raise our voice. They would try their best to convince us that we never had a choice, and we would smile and nod, and never raise a question as to why we did obey. Now we're on our own, but we cannot afford our homes this day and age.
I remember in the days before the foul of yester-year when little kids could go and play at night without criminals to fear. And how I pity all the future generations who will deal with this decay. But I'm looking towards the future, 'cause one day tomorrow will be today.
Now I know that I'm alone but I'm still running up the stairs, and then I fall and look behind me and now there is someone there, and it's so typical that he would pull the trigger and then scatter all my brains.
No one will mourn the death of my ideas, but they'll mourn for my remains.
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Deliver Me
03:02
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I grow one day older, and it's plain to see that the world is one day colder. Won't you please deliver me?
Won't you please deliver me? Won't you please, oh please deliver me?
When I'm lacking in direction, and my moral compass sways, would you offer me protection? Would you be a candle to light my way?
When I'm stuck in a tough decision, and the lines between right and wrong are blurred, I wanna know that you'll still be here until the cancer in me's cured.
When I'm feeling weary, and the road I'm on just can't be seen because my eyes are so teary. Please be the shoulder on which I lean.
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Who Might I Be?
02:41
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Quit running away, and just face the facts. But you're too on edge, and you can't relax. The poison that you drink makes you sit and think: Who might I be? What might I do? Who might I see?
When I'm alone, I can't stand the pain. I have no control of the thoughts etched in my brain. Might be a chemical imbalance or a complete lack of talent. Who might I be? What might I do? Who might I see?
Since you're already on my mind, why don't you stay? You can torture me every fucking day. You can see my weary bones perched atop the mourner's throne. Who might I be? What might I do? Who might I see?
I sometimes wish that I were more direct. If only I'd tried harder, maybe you'd have never left. These wounds will never mend since you were my best friend. Who might I be? What might I do? Who might I see?
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This Cold November
02:12
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In this cold November the snow's falling down. I watch it collect as it reaches the ground. And the world seems at peace, for I don't hear a sound. But that could just be the calm before the storm comes around.
Now I can witness my breath as the flakes coalesce, and the Earth's white blanket is new and pure. It's a fall, winter breeze. It's just 20 degrees, and the ponds start to freeze but endure.
Now I've heard of peace and unity from the youth of our nation. How they gather and they chant protesting exclamations. But no one will achieve the peace that I felt this night; while the world is in turmoil, with me all is right.
On this calm and tranquil evening I'm enjoying this scene. And the sunset's as beautiful as anyone has seen. But I know that it can end as quickly as it began if I falter under all the pressure my life demands.
So I sit and wait, appreciate that it's in my hands. And if I think so, then I know that I'm a good man. And I have faith this isn't permanent, this job nor this town, but that could just be the calm before the storm comes around.
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I Will Survive
03:01
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I should've known better than the expect some happy end. A fairy tale finish initially was something for which I planned, but I'll survive, though I may not want to for a while.
I take my eraser and try to remove you from my masterpiece. It's really mediocre. The dark colors you left have me begging for release. But I'll survive, though I may not want to for a while.
It takes so much to hang on, especially with this noose so tightly around your neck. It'd be easy to let go, but I never take the easy way out, no.
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Remnants of the times that I have lost
Riddles I must solve, don't mind the cost
Endless days spent scavenging these ruins
Hope not lost, but sealed within its tomb
Doomed to wander these abysmal plains
Thought I won, but that's part of the game
Games we played now seem so far away
Roll the dice, your options on display
You can stay or go, what might you choose?
Does it matter? Either way I lose
Consider all the time I wasted begging like a dog
Vibrations from my mouth, they fall upon closed ears
Your mind is in a fog; you're behaving like someone I know you're not
And I'm trapped here with my thoughts
Now I take it one day at a time
Used to be our life, now it's just mine
Plans I thought were engraved into stone
Cancellations that were not my own
Reflections of the people we once were
Connections of the dots and slurring words
Figuring I'll walk away unscathed
But scars are still apparent when they fade
So now I guess we'll go our separate ways
And even though I hold out my hand
I can't seem to grasp for dry land
First you offer, then you rescind
Making choices you can't defend
Holding onto hopes for better days
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Two in the Afternoon
05:50
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The spot in my bed next to me is so warm
So I lay there whenever I feel I should mourn
For it's such a sharp contrast to how cold I feel
Since I fell and you're not here to catch me
The shape of your body's still fresh on the surface
It's there to remind me how much I miss seeing your face
And now I am decaying alone in my room
Now it's two in the afternoon and I don't expect empathy or understanding
Because if you loved me like I love you, then I'm sure you would've stuck around
It's been two whole years since my heart was first broken
And I must admit I've become so soft-spoken
But I do believe that it's time to break out of my shell
Darling, when I first saw you my heart skipped a beat
The moment has played through my head on repeat
And how by some strange hand of fate, we could possibly meet
And the years from then went on without so much as an argument or confrontation
I knew I'd found all in you that I'd ever need
Looking back I don't recall such a time that I felt awake, just like I did then
Seeds for the rest of my life sprouting up from the ground
The seasons have changed and the winds have grown colder
It's been such a burden that's so hard to shoulder
But baby, we've changed and we've grown three years older since then
It's been such a gradual decline since the peak
Now you're so far away from me. We barely speak
And the "love you"s seem forced, and the kisses are just on the cheek
And the promises made in euphoria now seem so meaningless and disappointing
I sit alone with these memories of you
And the situation that I'm in seems all too familiar
I've been here before
Drinking a toast to my loneliness 'til I come to
Because it's two in the afternoon
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Halfway
02:38
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I'm not quite sure of what I know
I'll never foresee where I go
I'm working on coming to terms with what I can't let go
I'm looking for a different way
To pass the time from day to day
I'm searching for the answers and I'm not even halfway
Life through the eyes of a captive
A captive in my own prison
A prison in my own world
A world of polar division
Divided right down the middle
Another fork in the road
A road that leads through a desert
And then potentially home
So to another location
Where I might stay for the night
And look at others around me
And ponder if I was right
Because my gas tank is empty
My key is in the ignition
I can't keep my eyes from closing
But I must finish my mission
And if there's no clear objective
I'll just continue without
And until I'm sure just what that is I'll be crippled by my doubt
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What is Life?
02:01
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What is life but a chance to live?
What's the point of living if you can't forgive?
What is life but an excuse to exist?
Without a purpose would it really be missed?
What is worth with no sense of self?
What are you without your health?
What's the use in trying to live life according to plan?
And what exactly is the measure of a man?
What is God but an excuse for a purpose?
Does the idea of there being no afterlife make you nervous?
What's an idea that's tossed out before it is had?
And who really decides what's good and what's bad?
What's our excuse for not chasing our dreams?
Why is it such a surprise when we're torn by the seams?
Well you better hold onto your reins because life's going fast
And you better live every day like it could be your last
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Skeletons
02:18
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I wish that we could just look in the mirror
And wash off the make-up that we use to hide all the blemishes
Ignoring cries we can hear from long-thought dead skeletons reaching the surface again
All I want is for us to deal with them
Whispers that keep us awake every night
Remind us of our regret and all the guilt we feel
Recently they've gained considerable height
Torment we inflict on ourselves like this just isn't real
There is a criminal behind the wheel
We feel we always lose this moral war
And we just can't deal with this intro-ignominy
Redemption is just a tale of lore
We strive to be the person who we wish we could be
We should all deal with our problems be free
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