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White Daisies
03:04
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It's best if we all forget
that we were made from dirt and dust
and fists fulls of regret
but we wonder on
and on
Now I know what's underneath
and honestly it's what I needed
The truth is beauty fades
and you will die
and so will I
in time
The steps it takes to reach you
do they change if the pace is slowing down my pulse
I breathe in and nothing comes out
I know it's not
enough
I'm done, I'm moving on
I'm sorry but I'm flesh and blood
not something to keep you warm
and I've spent my days
as nothing more
It looks like your promise and words hold no weight
it's futile, redundant and carried away
and time was just wasted and its sad to say
I knew it, I'm sorry but now I can't stay
We keep it quiet so no one will know
but I can't stay silent
anymore
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2. |
Quiet Clean
05:23
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I'm gonna die
and I'll die I'll die alone
like a king upon a throne
I've been thrown away
to the ground
without a chance to make a sound
I hang on and behind me the weight still latches on
I drag on to find it
but the reason is now gone
and I know I know it's dead weight and i'll never be real
and I know I know so quiet
so clean and deadly still
hold still
Every love I've loved alone
The silent queen
the one at home
and the leaves do change
and so do we
and I'm not sure
how we got out so peacefully
Quiet and listen to me
we're swaying
like dust in the breeze
and I'll let you go
if that's what it takes
at least I'll know
that you will be safe
are you listening?
clean in the hopes of return
at least not to me no
by now I've learn
so I'll sit right here
and watch it burn down
til there's nothing left
no embers on the ground
you should know
that we live
only once
every time
that i died
was for you
and I know that this life isn't fair
or at least what I hoped
I know we'll keep it quiet and clean
and away from the machines
it turns out
it was all a dream
it was all in my head
that which lead me to my death
when I found out
and realize
there was no one by my side
we all die
we all die and die
alone
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3. |
Garden Snake
05:45
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why do I try this again
this life wasted pretending
if we all end up alone
a prison we all call home
you seem sad
as if every question answered is bad
well you're the one who asked
am I wrong?
and when it's done
I'll leave it all for dead and gone
buried here with a song
all the while
you've escaped
and everything you do will go with words you never say
everyone's (not) you
I am
the fool
who stayed
cleaning the mess you made
I'd walk for miles
and days
take back each word and phrase
it doesn't change
forget it
i'm not dealing with you now
the same as before
say nothing
pretend to ignore
I would trade with you any day
so it seems
seems we're both forgotten
so it seems
it doesn't change whatever this means
I guess there's really no point
no one cares
if it's a dream then I will wake and it won't mean a thing
to anyone here but it's okay
they're not real
and I know
that you'd be better off alone
it's a shame because I know
everyone's (not) you
we've always been snakes by the sake of our fathers
our hands and legs
feet and arms never evolved
we looked out into the nights sky and spheres of hydrogen
we gave them names and purpose
and we said there was no god
because we don't want to be controlled
it's a zeitgeist
it's a veil over our eyes
we'll always be snakes
without gardens to tread
like a needle and thread
we are beggars and deserve nothing we take
all we accomplish is diminished by the setting of the sun
in a sky
that will never
belong to us
and the truth is
I can't make you do something
you don't want
or convince you to stay here
so long
you can go whenever
you're no prisoner
I have chained myself
down here
if we're wrong
there's no point
there's no point
to this life
to this love
if we're wrong
if we're wrong
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