1. |
Shake Off That Dust
03:30
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Distracted by a small girl who always seems to win,
with dissatisfaction for your beauty.
Wanting magazine lips and using fake expression,
with bright lights and shouting sounds.
But with tiny eyes she’s blind,
with a desire of the self she could find.
Already willing, always ready.
So awake, awake, clothe yourself with strength,
rise up, shake off that dust.
You can’t live with your eyes closed,
blind to what you have lost.
I know it’s sometimes hard to hear,
you put it to the back of your mind for years.
It’s not okay to just be okay,
unprepared yet still waiting
for something more than what’s gone before.
To hunger for the invisible.
Awake, clothe yourself with strength,
Shake off that dust. You can't live with your eyes closed.
She walks in great detail as if a manga girl.
She’s got to take off the focus and capture it now. Awake, awake, clothe yourself with strength,
rise up, shake off that dust.
You can’t live with your eyes closed,
blind to what you have lost.
Clothe yourself with strength.
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2. |
Fell Far From the Tree
04:26
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Like a wave being lost in the sea,
his body like dust being swept away;
his beauty taken while enemies stood tall.
Standing in the rags he proudly wore,
skin shining in brightest purity,
crowned for the test he endured for me.
Standing in the promise to those he loves,
the crown of life blessed by the trial.
Lasted the test, so I make my nest:
My home my dwelling, my solid ground.
No shifting shadow, my faith will show.
The soil is deep with words of truth,
for this is where the first fruits grow.
My religion worthless unless lived true.
My will my purpose is to follow you.
Hands build a city and forget its use.
Appearance stains my mirror,
through perseverance it will fade,
and the distant echo I will see
will be your likeness covering me.
I know my heart is a beautiful mess,
taking its pride from what it can get,
never hearing your compliments.
You know how it feels to have your loved ones tear you in two, and I don’t deserve your trust ‘cause I’ve deserted you enough.
And I don’t want to break your heart again.
When selfish desire fades, maturity must win.
My home my dwelling, my solid ground.
No shifting shadow, my faith will show.
The soil is deep with words of truth,
for this is where the first fruits grow.
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3. |
Attic Giants
04:18
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You've got your hand on me like a little puppet show.
Taking control of me when I don’t know where to go.
A map in my hand with no direction,
but you know what I am capable of.
I own the key to an unknown door –
the love you’ll want more and more.
The metal treasure, a gift for me to give to you.
There's room in here for new doors,
my hands hold many keys.
Touching faces with my eyes glancing at the crowd.
Taking photos in my mind of all those who stand around.
The story they wrote, words made into rope;
I made it strong enough for you to hold onto.
I own the key to an unknown door –
the love you’ll want more and more.
The metal treasure, a gift for me to give to you.
There's room in here for new doors,
my hands hold many keys.
For all the times they told you,
you weren’t good enough:
be still like water that’s never been touched.
You won’t know what you’re missing
unless you breathe silence into your heart.
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4. |
Sculptures
03:43
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The deep pocket owned more, more than its worth.
Folds of material wrapped around.
With her lazy hand hidden beneath the earth,
her tongue sat in the palm of her hand.
Her body, metal, bent out of shape.
Her metal figure she can’t escape.
But can she ask for darkness so she can see the light?
Can she ask for scars without the will to fight?
Her concrete life she feared to change
and to focus on the unseen.
An invisible King she wants to transform,
to make him just some thing.
Folds of material wrapped around, wrapped around
her body, metal, bent out of shape.
Her metal figure she can’t escape.
But can she ask for darkness so she can see the light?
Can she ask for scars without the will to fight?
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5. |
First of June
05:03
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You make me feel unfinished,
aware that something’s missing,
like I wasn’t designed to be this way.
I feel so complicated and chemically astray,
but should I always say the first thing I want to say?
Maybe it seems cold and cruel to you
but I don’t trust the things I want to do.
When I’m drunk and not making sense, when I’m tired,
my bones ache for something wild.
This time I’ll be satisfied.
I swear to you it’s the last time, oh my…
my sickness that I have come to see as a cure,
that I can’t remember my life before.
We’ve made the same mistakes for years.
Ever since I could breathe, you're the one I believed.
And you’d think I loved the way you eat away at me.
You say the right words to make me sure,
and tell me I’m yours.
I barely blink and I am trapped
between your teeth.
This time I’ll be satisfied.
I swear to you it’s the last time, oh my…
my sickness that I have come to see as a cure,
That I can’t remember my life before.
The same words you said on the first time that we met,
you promise now but haven’t delivered yet.
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