1. |
Maureen Ponderosa
03:18
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One of us collapsed, torn and twisted, I am sick
I need just a little bit more of you
So that I don’t come unglued
Reflection take my shattered heart
Swallow the shards, wounds rot, you’ve grown to far
Blood brought distance in thought
Life vice, love lost echoes in my heart
Sinking into your own drenched shadow
Soaking into your own blood drenched shadow
Out of sight, always on my mind
Though I found a different way to hide
Rot, got heart, false words
Weak knees, tragedy torn apart
Pull out my teeth and make it bleed
What I never wanted to see
We’re drowning in a truth that reflects out own deceit
You open your eyes at the wrong time
Desolate rotting on the inside
Got heart, false words
Weak knees, tragedy torn apart
You open your eyes at the wrong time
Where’s your heart?
Rotting from the inside
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2. |
Mr. Catharsis
03:59
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Fevered Dreams, fevered fantasy
Lost window of our minds
A heart left undefined
A blinding flash of golden light
I thought was you but I was fooled
Amnesia fills my heart but I wont forget why
Never forget why
Bury your head, bury
Cut me up crazy, cut me up like a fucking frenzy
Open eyes dreaming backwards
Broken hearts loving backwards
We’ve been here once before
Open eyes dreaming backwards
Broken hearts loving backwards
I think I’ve been here once before
Stainless echoed, refine explode
As I reverse this lucid broken glass aftermath
Opened eyes dreaming backwards
Broken hearts loving backwards
Wish I never found your direction
Woven down this beaten path
Shouldn’t have left you with this impression
As I wear this woven mask, it wispers
Who forgets their own past
Who remembers a lust that never lasts
It whispers, who forgets their own past
Who remembers what made them grow up fast
Opened eyes dreaming backwards
Broken hearts loving backwards
I think I’ve seen a ghost
Their lessons, your lessons, you’ve never learned
I think I’ve been here once before
I’m coming through just fine, emptiness set aside
I’ve folded visions together to find my own way back home
Fevered dreams, fevered fantasy
Lost windows of our minds
You remind me of a broken mirror
You keep caving in on yourself
You keep caving in on your own dreams
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3. |
Rolo Tomassi
03:05
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Stop to focus, stop the focus
Eyes always watching, always watching eyes
Back and forth and back and forth
I’m building up to your demise
Well I can taste you in the back of my mind
Lingering on the inside, where you can never hide
I dug you up to fall asleep
Your bodies frail and weak but your dress is complete
As I sink between your lips and teeth
I can feel where your soul used to be
I dug you up to fall asleep, your bodies frail and weak
Your picture always painted in the back of my mind
I always said you’re never hard to find
All alone, follow her, all night long, not alone
Remember she said we would be never
What have I done, what did you find
Smell of death, a swarm of flies
Maggots raining from your own eyes
Choking on your blood falling from your face
Try to speak to me as if I never knew this place
What have I done, tell me
What did you find, show me
Smell of death, well that’s like a swarm of flies
Tied to the end of everything I knew
Try to speak to me as if I’d ever rescue you
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4. |
The Splashback
02:24
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Take my arms and legs, take my eyes and head
Leave me with my heart and soul and please just go
I a raised with the knowledge of the dying day
Which leaves me to say
This dream had been dead for some time now
I always knew you’d be mine but only for a moment’s time
I can still feel it echoing, fading faster, day by day
It won’t die fast enough for my taste
With a body like that your mind’s a waste
What’s wrong honey, who did you become tonight?
You can’t tame the beast hidden under their breast
I’m afraid that’s what took your hearts place inside your chest
So please feed me the rest of your lies
A second chance that died before its first breath
Who did you become tonight?
Here’s to tonight
Trading sin for sin
Well good riddance
I see more of you than you see of me
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5. |
Dorsia
05:03
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Like a breach birth, complicatiokns are a must
Stop draggin your face across the concrete, shattered glass
Stop dragging your face, oh I’ve got answers for you
Everything’s too much, nothing’s enough
Nothing’s enough, everything’s too much
Sleeping on the edge of the knife, falling slow
Sleeping on the edge of the knife, falling towards the real you
Peel back all your wounds for the last time, find understanding
Understand your not yourself, you’re not yourself
As I miscalculate and evaporate
Into every though that holds you down because you bring it back
We’re left talking to ourselves, walking through this maze
Now run
Slipping through the cracks, I’ve always seemed to find my own way back
Open hands, softened mind
Clearing heart, broke trust
Taking a piece of one’s self just a little bit each time
Just enough to make one lose his mind
Failing on yourself
Dissect everything inside your brain
They’re going to hang you by your teeth and wait for gravity to pull you out from underneath
Who am I?
Bring death, renew, everything we thought
You lost yourself, now that’s the point
Bring Death
You have accomplished nothing here thus far
Bring the new beginning and everything we thought, renew
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The God Awful Truth Denton, Texas
Chaotic Metalcore based out of Denton, TX
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