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Nilbog
02:23
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I climb this mound of flesh and blood to prove what you say is true. You may have written the words to these songs, but I'll be the one to see them through. And I'll take what you've shown me to start my own path to stand with you as equals, on the precipice, and never look back.
To where we all would fall into the same fate, falling asleep in early graves. Where we could make promises that we would never keep, foolish as the ocean is deep.
These roads just keep getting longer and every staircase taller. But the brightest of suns is waiting for us at the end of the tunnel. But those blinding lights only lead to night so we fall further down into the hole we've dug for ourselves inside the cold, dead ground. Inside the cold, dead ground, we die without a sound.
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All our heroes are dead. They compromised the truths they once promised to protect. I can't believe my heart's still beating when this city won't stop bleeding. When history won't stop repeating.
We fell forty stories, but we never hit the ground. I swore I'd save you when I couldn't save myself. We fell forty stories, but we never made a sound.
Who will help me fight my demons tonight? I still need you by my side.
With your failing lungs and broken teeth goes the only reason this place meant anything to me. I never should have put my faith in the hands of a crook. Just look at what he fucking took. Just look at what he took.
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They say these are the best of days, and as we grow older so does all of the heartache. So let's raise our half empty glasses to all the things that should have been. Keep wishing and wishing to end this nightmare we live in, to stop this crawling in my skin. Forget everything and dive right in to this catastrophe just waiting to begin.
Between here and the prison you call home, so little could go right, but so much could go wrong. I'd trade half the world for a shred of bravery, but despair stretches farther than the eye can see.
I wish there were better days to go back to, but we keep wasting what's left of our youth. And I keep falling further down, because she just won't come around.
Plant my ear to the earth, wiretap the sun. Anything to find out what wrongs I've done.
And like the lonely, old man living on abandoned roads, praying every night to try to save his wretched soul, I refuse to live in fear of dying alone just because I never held on to the things I loved most.
So I held you close as I shuddered through the night. A memory too bitter to melt this heavy sheet of ice. I've grown so cold while you've stayed warm on the inside. And every word to convince myself that I'm still right.
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Never, New Jersey
02:47
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I never thought I'd miss this, spending every night under the Jersey skies. Laying with my feet in the sand, watch the waves break and bend as they carry my heart with them.
I remember racing the sunset all the way home, singing along to every punk sock rong on the radio. We screamed every word, hoping they were true.
And hey, the dirges that we wrote that day, in your cold, dark basement right before you moved away, are all that I have left from way back when we thought we had it made. Before everything changed and we all lost our way. From when we used to sit out on the hoods of our cars, our eyes glued to the stars, just hoping, for once, the sun would never, ever, rise.
Last night I sat outside and watched every snowflake die. Just like good old times, just like good old times. And I swear, when I catch that same old train home to see you again, all I want to hear you say is, "It's good to have you home, kid, you were missed while you were away".
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I guess it's back to square one. I poured my heart on to these pages for you, just to have them cast aside. I scuttle with the leaves, abandoned by trees they once called home as they wait to die.
I want to know, what color are your eyes? What keeps you up at night?
I want to know everything you try to hide and what awaits me - on the other side.
Confess to me all your past crimes. I'll look past yours if you can look past mine.
This dusty, old, analog heart is too afraid to call your name. This dusty, old, analog heart is too afraid to ask you in.
I guess I'm still jaded from my youth for ever thinking a girl like you would waste her time carving my name in trees. Would waste a second falling in love with me.
I don't know why I still write these songs. I knew you'd never sing along
Maybe I thought our paths were meant to cross. Maybe I thought this dead end road led straight to your heart. But I was wrong.
The only thing between me and your heart is eight layers of skin and a rib cage to rip apart. The only thing protecting me from myself is the thought that you'll be burning with me in hell.
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