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Snag - Lyla
02:30
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The foundation has broken
Suddenly//no warning
The pain left us three
Us three on our knees
Three degrees
Centigrade
I’ll fix myself
An empty plate
A desert where
There was a lake
I’m Broken now
I can’t escape
I’ll fix myself
I’m broken now
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2. |
Snag - Tunnels
03:30
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You lay across the bones of the city
Swept with isolation
While a rainbow pool of black
Splashes from the tunnel
Soaking the bottom of your feet
With the stench of capitalism and desperation.
The tunnels in my mind
Are where I go to hide
From where all corruption lies.
Now they've fed me to the flies.
They've given up
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Every single day
Every day you wake up
That only makes it worse
There’s no way to slow it down
You only make it worse
Even when you fight it
Even when you organize
even when you shut your eyes
It keeps getting worse
Every day you wake up
You only make it worse
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4. |
Snag - Evelyn
03:52
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You said everything happens for a reason.
But the reason makes no sense.
The reason is unreasonable.
The reason is chaotic.
Everything is chaos.
The killer is faceless
But the victims are not nameless
The same caliber that stole
Your mother from the world
Was designed to poke holes
For an empire of oil
And while you lay in bed alone
They’re destroying yet another home
The killer is faceless
But the victims are not nameless
We lie like bones on the pavement of highways, as people rush by.
Flowers on stone after the sirens fade in the night.
I can not let this go anymore.
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I never tried to make the same mistake
Of losing myself to a familiar feeling
Now its coming back to haunt me.
Hold back the lump in my throat
That makes me cry out in pain.
Now being helpless is becoming familiar.
Becoming familiar.
Searching for something familiar
But not this.
Anything but this
Hold back the lump in my throat
I am searching but you’re not there
I reach out for your hand
Time left us so empty
I’m sorry but it’s too late
What I wouldn’t give to feel any other thing but this
Anything but this
In time all of these gestures
don’t amount to anything
Return us to this ground
I’m sorry it’s this way
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Sell me another empty fondness I must feel.
The promise: we've heard it all before. It just makes it less real.
And we go.
Constant regression.
Present tense doesn't exist.
Any hope we had for a future, slipping away.
Another thought and I'm sick, stricken, chilled to the bone.
Right now is the best things will ever be.
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Coma Regalia - Fire/Wall
02:39
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Locked in the steps.
Lost all direction home.
Hands reach out for tenderness
finding nothing soft, but instead
I had diamonds in my fingertips
And I couldn't tear down these walls
Diamonds in the palm of my hands
I can only crush them in my face
and watch them crumble away
I can see no value
I stand, frozen in place.
I can see no way out
This cage I'm frozen inside
Until it's broken in half
rebuild myself with the pieces
that held me
like they never could.
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8. |
Coma Regalia - Redirect
03:12
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I know a place where the river runs clear
Only in my dreams and memories
Under the weight of late spring
When the peonies bloom
And disburse the scent of funeral decorations
That’s when I see you
That’s when I need you
I call to you through the darkness
over the wilted bonfire
I ask you to sing me
One last lullaby
On the eve of the solstice
When the peonies crumble like old bones
And have the scent of the dead
That’s when I see you
I no longer need you
Tell me there's still a chance this generation won't be the last.
Tell me there's still a place we haven't sold off piece by piece.
Tell me.
I'm waiting.
I'm begging for an answer but no one's listening.
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Another headline scrolling by
bringing me to my knees
and I wonder how I still wake up
with anything left to give
All of my hope in this world is leaving
My heart breaks more times than I can count
The damage has been more than done
I know this doesn't change a thing
I can't change
I can't turn the clock back
I'll mourn what we've lost
and hold on to what we have left
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10. |
Coma Regalia - Log Off
02:49
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Gave up every piece of me.
Trinkets and tiny plastic parts
Take the place of the world we could've had
Dragging myself through the street
Sold off myself to survive
Anything left of the future that I had
Burned away in the wake of the machine that never sleeps
Existence is not resistance
Subsistence is not existence
When it's all you can be
Nothing's working
Just regressing
I'm coming apart and I just want it to end
You call this living?
It's so demeaning
It's all coming apart and I just want it to end.--
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