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Eulogy
03:13
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I'm a burning man, every form that i grasp becomes obsolete. Fuel is for a motion, devoid of an emotion, so I can get acquainted with pace. All is for a notion where there's no place for devotion, just to mark my own existence into the very own structures I resist. I've been asking myself If it was worth to take the leap, I had the chance to be melted and shaped to become complete. Addicted to failure my heart could only have one beat:"reestablish your purpose and live from defeat". A eulogy for frameworks is the only thing that ever takes place, confirming the momentum taken to dismantle every trace. I can see a face but I, can't seem to see who's wearing it. I weigh myself against the rubble and all I know is that there is no such thing as peace.
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Takes Heart
02:34
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I got too close in finding out what I can strip away to see what truly holds me back. I couldn't save the trust I sheltered in, and felt compelled to see how much I can cross out. Angst then became the only thing that i've let myself to believe. I didn't know how much abuse it takes to keep up with this act. I got too close, now i'm crawling back from this spiral of induced panic attacks. I lied to myself that it takes heart, when in the end I used my freedom to bring down all I have. All I had.
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The Fall
02:40
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It never sinks in, a shallow face vows to flood back the time when instinct played the biggest part before extension brough forth the fall. By shoving upon myself all of these duties, I thought that I owed to the world, I broke the world in me. How empty should I get before I'm free. Turning to yourself didn't feel right anymore. Outpaced by perspective, I ran out of any sense of home. At least it's the first time I'll make it all alone.
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Knives
03:28
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I paved your street with violent desire, we countoured a home. I built the windows within me, and turned flaws into mistery, so I can wear your eyes out. Blinding myself I couldn't see how much you bled from all the stabs I failed to keep instead for me. I drained it all out, until all you could see was an image of a selfish fuck who took your love to charge up his complacency. All the knives are pushing back, I'll keep them for myself this time and leave your newfound safety net intact. I'm glad i didn't break you as I did with myself. At least I didn't break you as I did with myself.
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