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Wayward
02:26
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My eyes are weary,
Mumbled speech escapes,
I've got nothing more here,
Claustrophobic embrace....
From the other side I see why,
Circling the drain with wayward eyes,
From depths of what we are,
I still never saw the signs
I swear I seen this somewhere before, but it's far too late to simply ignore, find another way to fill this hole, caving in the chest of what was alive.....
I once was alive
Pardon me as roam within my thoughts.....
By the time I figured out why,
It was already my time......
We are so weary, as reads the epitaph, I got nothing more here, I'm gone without a trace
From the other side see why,
Circling the drain with wayward eyes,
From depths of what we are,
I still never saw the signs
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Ether
02:32
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Turn away, and bury all the memories, beyond the hearse, fly away, away from me, what's it like....pardoned by a memory, a "what if" to a sight unseen
I tossed and turned, their eyes black as night and words unkind, rolling over graveside.....
And I'd dig you up to see you once last time.....
So sleep now, no one can hurt you here, no not here......you're mine for all time
A one sided grave, so blue and grey, I scream but no one hears me.....under the ether I lie
Haunt me.....
Run away.....
I keep.....
You with me....
Run away......
Haunt me.....
And yet I still cant embrace.....
My absence present
Decline perpetuated
I'm cold and grey, lifeless exchange
Bury me, before the regret sets in......
I can't escape those eyes
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Agoraphobic
03:07
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This room lays cluttered yet empty, no room to breathe,
I'd rather it kept this way: oh so far away
Where no one can see
But silence has taken its toll, I forgot to live, when silence holds no more, I can't forgive
Lay me underneath, as the quiet calm haunts me, no longer will I see, as the light engulfs me
Where no one can see
When silence has taken its toll, I forgot to live, when silence holds no more, I can't forgive
No more........I can't forgive
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Obsolence
02:50
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Perpetuate, reflections glaring through, pride my facade, my death culture ensues, I want my message to ring out loud and clear, distort the mass as my voice you will hear
Dysmorphic winds that blow from the west
Disheveled in obsolence, its made it's way through this place.......one might say: the dead are better off this way......
Disheveled in obsolence, I've fallen so far away, one might say: the dead are better off this way......
Tie me down, as reflections mar the face
Tie me down, know that I wanted it this way
A death culture on the rise,
through ,your reflections in my eyes
A death culture on the rise,
Its time.....
Disheveled in obsolence, its made it's way through this place.......one might say: the dead are better off this way......
A wind blows from the west, she whispered something much like death
Perpetuate, reflections glaring through, pride my facade, my death culture ensues......its far too late to turn back now, what was once innocence......now laid to waste
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9 Stitch Method Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Alternative metal 2 piece hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. With influences varying from bands like Deftones and Korn
to the Dillinger Escape Plan and Periphery... you never know what is gonna be coming from us.
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