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Topiary
02:02
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The Bad Place
03:13
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I never thought that I would find myself living this way, everything I feel is empty
And every single day I awake and fail to realize
This is the way we're made to feel for the rest of our lives
I awake
On the hunt for a substance
I awake once again
On the hunt, the prowl
For a reason, for a motive to push on but I am hopeless
I've been looking for something to make the numbness stop
When I find it, so begins the search for something to numb me again
Been looking for something to make my heartbeat stop
Once I find it I'll be gasping and grasping for whatever can make me feel alive again and forget the way that I resent
I hate the feeling of my heart beating faster when I say things like this
I guess I'm just a little bit unstable
The bad place is anywhere you can be found
When you're alone, where you lay down
I used to find escape in sleep
Now there's no escaping this grief that follows me
Happiness is a myth, it does not exist
A notion described in stories told to us as kids and as I grow older I cannot seem to believe in it
The grass is dead here, it hasn't shown color since the night that I arrived
The grass is dead here in the bad place.
The grass isn't always greener on the other side, the grass here is dead.
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Resentment
03:42
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Behold, the creator of prisoners
The cause of production of slaves
There is no hope for change.
No light at the end of the tunnel
Just a never ending journey down a nonsensical path.
A path that ends in death.
Your network of little birds will fall as they're torn from the clouds
A blemish erased from the canvas that is the sky
And then this vile creature from the Earth.
Out of all the goodness, purity and love
A stain on the cleanest of cloths.
You dragged my name through dirt
Razor blades
And salt trails
I have no idea why I keep trying, it never fucking fails to come back on me
I've been searching for diamonds in a world of shit
And I just can't quite get over it
Trekking down the well-worn path
A familiar script written with blood
And sludged down by filth from the sewers
Pathetic, feeble birds
Mindlessly repeating all the words you've heard.
Don't believe everything you hear
Your network of birds dismembered at the beak.
This was never what life was supposed to be
Toxicity
Rotting the family tree
Stay away, get the fuck back
You never gave a shit about me or my path
Keep reaching for my throat,
You will never choke me.
You see, you've filled my heart with this hate, and it will remain until the day you lay in your grave.
Now lay in your grave.
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