1. |
Separation
04:53
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sinking into the lies
that he tells himself
sewn into memories
placed upon the shelf
i witness his pain and where
he relives
eons of wandering
with nothing to give
spitting black treacle
hands clenched in shaky fists
left scratches while clinging
held by sturdy wrists
take everything inside me
left frozen under the floor
i've been forgotten
left a carcass, just rotten
i walk like a ghost
flesh empty and pale
abandoned in his vacant mind
to follow his smokey trail
fluttering footsteps
slip through the cracks
like dreaming of falling
into the inky black
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2. |
Isolationism
03:37
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take a look at what you've done
and admit you're next to none
separate from what you see
a single threat to reality
all good on the surface
but you'll never find a purpose
no one bothers to ask you why
and you decide to give in
when you're loosing touch
it feels like too much
the greatest fantasy
isolationism
look at what you've done
look at how you've dug yourself a grave
look at what you've become
isn't it all worthless to save
look at how you run
run from all that makes you brave
looking for the purpose
but you've only scratched the surface
what you get is what you see
when it's time to give in
when you feel afraid
with no words to say
the greatest fantasy
isolationism
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3. |
Dread the Days
03:18
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don't hesitate
you're in the clear
feeling great
so sincere
feel the weight
start to wear
your heart heavy with hate
feel the end is near
dread the days
year after year
the longer that you wait
the more you're filled with fear
dread the days
year after year
the longer that you wait
the more you're filled with fear
dread the days
year after year
and to sedate
why not have a beer
a sea awaits
where you'll disappear
no one can relate
you're alone, my dear
let yourself stagnate
and just stay right here
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4. |
Mae
03:41
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though it may hurt, Mae
burn like the heat of May
thinking back to every night and every day
you'd tell me it's okay
it's okay, Mae
lost in time and space
it's time to set it free
could not forget that face
the face which haunts my dreams
rose flower with her thorns
smiles glimmer brief
although our hearts were torn
i bask in relief
lost in a memory
it's time to set it free
the face which haunts my dreams
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5. |
Tidal Wave
03:54
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heaven's door is opening
what a lovely morning
her allure sweetly purrs
and he finds he cannot hide
in your warmth lies my peace
building up to sweet release
guarded hearts start to melt
in an asteroid belt
tidal wave
rainy day
let my worries wash away
your arms are my hideaway
will you stay
tidal wave
cloudy mist that shrouds their kiss
casts their grief to the abyss
hand in hand once again
beating hearts start to collide
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6. |
Yesterday's Game
03:17
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where can we go from here
can't go back, can't stay near
melting spring spouting tears
fountainhead of all your fears
what's gonna happen when it settles down
keep the door closed in your hometown
it's hard to see what used to be before
can we realise that we got it wrong
can we have it all if it all is gone
it's hard to see posterity in store
underground
and we never knew what came before
gather 'round
and we'll play yesterday's game some more
(yesterday's game
time to play
life's charade
stuck in yesterday's game
time to play)
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7. |
Echoes
04:12
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four walls, a floor, and a ceiling
can they contain the strain that I'm feeling
so late at night, hardly sleeping
i'm dead weight
tempting fate
softly creeping
so you
when you call my name
it's just echoes on the wall
so loose
is my grip on the game
it's just echoes on the wall
do you mind the joy I've been leeching
fill the void into which I've been reaching
i possess a heart that ain't worth stealing
i confess
that I'm a mess
the end is nearing
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Black Treacle Victoria, British Columbia
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album "sweet dreams" out now 🖤
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