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Hibernate
04:01
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And I feel like I’m a little caught up in the fog
So blind in all my thoughts
I’d hibernate till’ the mist falls
Cause I’ll be breathing the same air
The same air
Yeah I’ll be breathing the same air
next year
The same air
And I wish that I could swallow all the mud
Heaped up in my skull
Give shape to abstract lines
Rid the pain of feeling numb
I’m falling down, a long bottomless dive
And I’ll be breathing the same air, the same air
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Grave
02:29
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Years have passed but now again it shows
The words you said were chilling to the bone
You think it's our turn for an apoligy
I think you woke up from a different dream
Your heart is a graveyard
It will burn your fingers
I prefer to forget you
But your prescence still lingers
Now I know some people never change
The same mistakes behind a different face
When the smell of death comes creeping through the roof
You'll now you fucked up ecery change to choose
Your heart is a graveyard
It will burn your fingers
I prefer to forget you
But your prescence still lingers
Now I know some people never change
The same mistakes behind a different face
Milk and honey covered up your name
But they won't help you when you're in your grave
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Number of the Yeast
05:23
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My floor is a mortuary for cans
It’s something I can’t get rid of
Sometimes it’s for being social
Sometimes it’s for numbing my thoughts
Will you take from me, all my drive?
Will you take from me, will you take from me?
The comfort I find in the bottle
The silence that hums me to sleep
Squeeze all your tasks to tomorrow
Postpone responsibilities
Will you take from me,
will you take from me, all my drive
Will you take from me, all my energy
and my strive?
Will you take from me, will you take from me?
will you fill my needs, will you fill my needs?
And do nothing to stop the grow of these weeds,
then go back to sleep, knowing I’ll do the same every day,
embrace your decay, most people have problems,
and then there is me, unable to carry the lightest of weight
Drown my soul.
Abscence grabs me in a slumbering flood,
maybe that's how I will rot
There's nothing here
Grasping for air.
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