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Rura Penthe
01:38
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The winter cold cuts to the bone, the nights are long the years are slow
The ring road forms a snare, a prison of complacency, a home
No matter where you go, you'll find it's fingers pulling at your bones
No matter where you go, it forms a part of you you can't let go
The years will grind away resolve, they are relentless, until one day you will awake and find it's all you've ever known
This place you can't escape
This place will never feel like home
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High Level
01:14
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Clock wakes us
New day
We're walking different ways
Off to your waking dream world
I'm walking high above the river
Cold wind won't comfort me
I think today might be the day
I dream of jumping in
But every time I walk away
Cold waters call to me
Resigned, and yet I waver
No one will ever come for me
Glass breaks, memories like knives
Our hearts are bleeding out
I'll drag you down with me
Give me control and we will both drown
No one will come for me
No one will come for me
I'm drowning, standing here
Each futile gasping effort
Our home, a mausoleum
My dreams interred in here
Each day I face my failures
And each day I sink a little further
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Greybeard
03:03
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A breath before the weight gives way
Joints would falter from years of mistakes
Days were traded for debts, unpaid
Modest triumph recedes to grey
Another decade or the grave?
Another poison pill to take with each day
Lungs of smoke would scream and strain
A shaking cadence of scoff and disdain
Losing sleep to a thousand aches
And anxious dreams of familiar mistakes
Another decade or the grave?
Another medicine to calm and placate
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I can't speak
I can't hear a fucking thing
When no light would reach my eyes
I would not betray my pride
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Riverboats
07:01
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When I waver in resolve
When you find me down and out
Pull my hand in let me know
Where my heart is where I'm home
Oh
My hands are cold
And my breath is short
Down by the water's edge I know I'll find
Hope
Shelter from the cold
A place to hide the bones
Of all the things I'd rather leave behind
But I can't
Underneath the highest bridge
Sleeping by the riverbed
No one noticed as we'd go
From birth on through our final home
Queens and proles will travel by
As Buildings tower over riverside
Time escaping tired hands
Sleeping in the promised land
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My head's not where I live but it's where I spend all my time
I can't make any sense of the places much beyond it
One day this solitary state will crumble
And I'll walk along the paths to face the bridges that I burned
You'd hold my heart with broken hands
With every beat the fractures grow
And when it's over I would leave you with your pain
I push my own rock up that hill
I cannot carry your weight too
But I promise when I reach the top, I'll look behind me
It's not my place to say
But what more did you expect from someone in this state
There is no going home for me
Unwelcome in my bed
What can you say to those who know you're better off dead
I can't be more than what I am
No matter what I know by now
All my excuses wearing thin
I make the same mistakes again
I push my own rock up that hill
I cannot carry your weight too
But I promise when I reach the top, I'll look behind me
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Isolated Cities
02:09
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Look to the sky where the mountains connect with the horizon in the west
Our boundary, complacent, impassive, demeaning
Our world only two hundred miles
Every paycheque feeds the wolves
Every snowfall sends pain through the bones
At night we retreat to impossible dreams
And each day we live the resentment
Grey skies and a season of retreat
Lost in desperation
In the dusk, when the warmth of the day starts to fade
When the needle scrapes by the bone to bond with the blood
The light burns from behind the sky
Every paycheque feeds the wolves
Every windfall brings burdens anew
At night we retreat to impossible dreams
And each day the trials are relentless
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A Lost Decade
04:33
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Ten years go by
Paid my way toward tears and vice
Stagnant, atrophied, and lost in time
Years have not been kind
Every day I fall behind
Cowering before ambition denied
Days pass me by but I'm stuck here in the mire
Disappear in the void
There must be more than lament for the years that slipped away from my hands
Days burn away but I can't escape from the fire
Thunder and bile
My expression holds through wasted time
Underneath the skin brittle bones enact their fines
Resignation
Bills get paid on borrowed time
Desperation
No other recourse
Time keeps on moving but my pulse is slowing down
I can't keep digging my own grave
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Send For The Man
03:31
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When he washed his hands
Cleaned away the youth and danger
Other promises
Disappeared in the dirty mirror
"What could I keep with me
When each step left a fracture in concrete?"
When he shrugged off the weight of defeat
He finally felt the rhythm
Only piece of advice
Never ask for the same forgiveness
When he closed his hands
Bones cracked and the tendons felt like sand
Voice broke when his breath was cold
But each word was like a brick when it would land
"What could I keep with me
When everything I owned brought a painful memory?"
When he let go of the ghosts of defeat
He finally felt the rhythm
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Retreat Into Memory
04:39
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Lifetimes building towards frail moment
Looking backwards, lost inside memories of days gone by
And I
It seems so long between youth and inhumation, but we'll never get the chance to relive those halcyon days or change the place we land
These prisons, built of our nostalgia
These walls hold our regrets
Through the doors we face a future and a place we can't connect with
So set within our ways, the sands of time slip through our hands
Never spoken
Never left behind
I feel it at my back dragging through the dirt
The anchor of my guilt will drag me down in time
Before you know
A breath escapes
A single moment stretches out
Fingers tearing through the skin
A sound is trapped inside the mouth
Points of light give way
Their form reveals, then fades to grey
The seconds shift
The meaning slips away
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2011-22. Nothing of value was lost.
There is nothing to look forward to, nothing to be proud of, and no reason to exist.
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