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Stoned n' Frosted
06:00
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Laying in an empty room
With walls that seem to hide
Remnants of past, present
And futures made of lies
The walls keep closing in
I scream with no escape
Nails scratching plaster
My fingers gripped with fate
Welcome, this journey
I've found you, true bliss
The sickness of centuries
Past along with each generation
Living selfishly
and killing without hesitation
Cannabis alleviates
The pain but for a spell
and Alcohol that masks the face
Of living earthly hell
Laying in an empty room
With walls that seem to hide
Remnants of past, present
And futures made of lies
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Dead Seasons
04:44
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A life too long
Forgetting what it’s worth
But black clouds and barren woods
Is how I see this earth
The reasons to love
Are so far and few
Yet these winds
Make me dream of you
Like a dead season’s chapter,
The cold grows stronger
And without you,
The winter nights seem longer
Like a dead season’s chapter,
The cold grows stronger
And without you,
The winter nights seem longer
Your reparations
A promise never kept
But I still recall
We never knew what it all meant
The reasons to love
Are so far and few
Yet these winds
Make me dream of you
Like a dead season’s chapter,
The cold grows stronger
And without you,
The winter nights seem longer
Like a dead season’s chapter,
The cold grows stronger
And without you,
The winter nights seem longer
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Obsolete
04:20
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This path life’s followed
Has only led to plight
All the light I’ve borrowed
In debt, it’s all turned to night
The meaning of a natural will
Has been dispossessed
The theft of love and life
Has left a hole within the chest
No escape from disillusion
Slashing when life seems to shine with gold
Seized by the rust of obsolescence
Making life useless, corroded and old
Future is day, night is past
Yet my windows remain so black
Never thought the dark would last for years
April has come, why are you still here?
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Words Within
04:34
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And as the foliage crumble
A lamentation to beauty’s last breath
This season of sorrow
Will be relieved with death
The voice inside still calls
Now so old and hollow
Lurking through empty halls
I still will follow
The words within has made my love for life
Slowly reduce to dust
The words within has made my reality
Something I can no longer trust
My lack of hope
Has taken my fear
And to not be
Would be better than here
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