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Hollow/Whole
05:27
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He's washing time down his throat, as he sits alone in his home
There's frost on the window sill, with a candle burnt out.
Web-like shadows cast in the living room
A streetlight silhouette that hasn't given up quite yet.
Whiskey's lamenting fame and I'd hate to say
"It's 3 am, and he won't be at work today."
With a truculent gaze at the now-hollow bottle
He runs a sweaty hand through greasy hair and sighs with a smile.
He slightly chokes on a thought
Crawls into bed and prays to not see tomorrow
Prays to be at rest forever
Or that he'd find God, if only he could get into heaven.
This last act of his; a testament to his sins.
He dreams lucidly in a restless slumber
He stares at the seven words, connect the ceiling dots:
"Save yourself before you save anyone else."
The words lucid and clear,
"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment
A constant writhing to stay alive, there is no why."
He slightly chokes on a thought
Crawls into bed and prays to not see tomorrow
Prays to be at rest forever
Or that he'd find God, if only he could get into heaven.
This last act of his; a testament to his sins.
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Haunted
05:23
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Like a blind child killing a dove with a thrown stone,
You looked in that mirror with angel's tears rolling down your cheek
Filled with fear of what's to come where you'll be.
Like a puzzle piece, try to set your mind at ease.
Get some sleep, find your peace, and spread those wings.
We have to be careful of what we pretend to be
Because what we pretend to be might soon become reality
Like a puzzle piece, try to set your mind at ease.
Get some sleep, find your peace, and spread those wings.
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Departure/Departed
04:22
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You are the calm before the storm
You are the apple of my dischord.
You are the bitter pill stuck in my throat.
You are the ripple that hit shore.
Lachrymal waves that crash,
An echo of my past,
A coarse rope with no slack
A cold autumn's rainfall,
Blue eyes withering grey.
I looked in that lake, saw my reflection clear as day.
I know my perspective's changed, but here I remain.
Willow whips in the wind as I confess my sins,
And I laugh at the thought of my departure.
Lachrymal waves that crash,
An echo of my past,
A coarse rope with no slack
A cold autumn's rainfall,
Blue eyes withering grey.
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Brisbane
04:18
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Whimpering like ghost, afraid to be found.
Hidden in the woodwork, heart engrained in its veins.
Like a wisp of smoke, of deadening embers
Awake, waiting to invigorate.
Incorporeal sentient; the denizen who haunts this conscience,
An abyss of melancholy ways
All I know is that I woke that day.
Blinded by sunlight,
Burning life back into me
Awake and alive.
Awake and ready to thrive.
The woodwork twists and turns, like a knotted heart it yearns.
Yearns to be heard to convey its message.
To feel the warmth,
To not set its importance aside,
To love without condition.
Incorporeal sentient; the denizen who haunts this conscience,
An abyss of melancholy ways
All I know is that I woke that day.
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Everything/Nothing
06:15
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Everything was beautiful.
Nothing hurt.
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VIN Minneapolis, Minnesota
MPLS 4 piece Progressive/ Post/ Math bringing you riffs and existential sadness
Gordy-Guitar/Vocals
Jacob-Drums
Kevin-Bass/Vocals
Jason-Guitar/ Vocals
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