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Morrissey
02:18
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Morrissey was wrong
All I ever wanted was
Success for all my loved ones
I knew it all along
More than one time in my life
Morrissey was wrong
I have no better way
No way to say
You don't know how lucky you are
And all the little things
Your days, your scars
You let fall from your arms
When I sleep, I dream
The wheels come off the track
These wheels never held me back before
Awake, I live my life
Exuding all the joy I have left
A gift that's yours, I never want it back
I may be brazen
With the ways in which
I talk you off the edge
My faith in you is blatant
We are dreamers, we are sinners
We are hopeless broken figures
Morrissey was wrong
All I ever wanted was
Success for all my loved ones
I knew it all along
More than one time in my life
Morrissey was wrong
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2. |
Simile of Light
03:51
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Take these pills
To placate your waking mind
The nightmares will be worth it
If they mask what's on the surface
Hide your hand
No one likes a broken man
Lock the door, three times or more
Another day, another war
I've done it again
Every one year in ten
I managed to cave in
My flesh
My skin and bones
Feel so un-at-home
Hell is empty
The gang's all here
In my head
Convincing me
And so sincere
You're better off dead
It's your condition
Try not to listen
But it's not health
It's mental
It's the noisy brakes
To quiet on your own
(Go be successful)
Don't expect our help
They're your problems
But we've got the capital
The wherewithal to solve them
(You're disrespectful)
Am I crazy?
Am I affecting me?
Do I deserve anxiety?
Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Can I do anything at all?
Hardly slept the night before
Racing through my mind
Tonight will be better
To myself I'll be kind
I lie awake this morning
Thinking how I will make today
Then I laugh, think of all the times
That I felt that way
Take a deep breath in and out
Let the devils leave my head
Pet my dog
Get out of bed
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15-33-27-49-17-xx
02:36
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In the moments you were
Still of the same plane
Siblings from the same earth
Still both blinking sight
In reflexive fright
You were not equal
I am not your friend
Nor do you have the right
To gun me down on a Tuesday night
Your reach pierces his hand
Placed in line with his heart
Both out-stretched and open
Completely torn apart
And with your mettle melting at the surface
You make a judgement call on what his worth is
And the billeted layers of hate shine through your fraud
You extend your reach to that of God
I am not your friend
Nor do you have the right
To gun me down on Tuesday night
Put your hand and his hand
Both pressed out of carbon
Both changing colors in the light
Both warm to the touch
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4. |
Flint & Tinder
03:08
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Feeling moved from left to right
And all is far from fine
I'm a cheap date, sit and wait for a miracle
Can you make water from wine?
Bright the mirror in my pocket
Grown unclear inside this hell
Like a river going toxic
We're killing ourselves
Yellow eyes
Oh, visions of the future's lead to
No surprise
Wounds to cauterize
Stop the blackened blood we bled
You weren't the one to light the match
We both let this fire begin
Baptize our children in the hollow ways
We all retire into sin
Yellow eyes
Oh, visions of the future's lead to
No surprise
No surprise you let us die
You let us die to get ahead
Do I deserve this?
The abyssal caress of my worth
Just add to the never ending search
Must be death in the water
Say your prayers
Bottle them up
Send them through our veins
Sweet inaction to sustain the unloved
You're out-fractioned
You're our caustic blood
You are not one of us
You'll be the first to drown in the flood
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5. |
Lament
02:12
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I lament the systems set in place
That manage to divide us on this plain
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6. |
Still Life
04:03
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You buy your trim in gold
To make it easier to see
The work that makes you cringe
The worth you will away
The words you never thought you’d speak
Again
A palette just for you
Shade in reds and blues
You separate the shapes
To redefine the phrase
Still life, hands tied
Begging you to paint outside the lines
Still life divides
Colors from who’s inside
Brushstrokes broad and far apart
Colors dance across the wheel
Reflecting all of your ideals
Was it fortune, was it fate?
Was it opportune to have a name?
Was it God that made you this way?
Would they have done it the same?
(Look for answers outside the frame)
Would you have done it all the same?
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Better Fathers
05:37
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Come to me, oh sympathy
Get out of the cold
Flesh and blood and therapy
Fettered minds are so unsurprised
When they picket through severed ties
We can be so much better
(Burn it down where your belief is)
Bare the weight of your forefathers’ mistakes
(Would you believe it if your bloodlines seceded?)
Cut me off this family tree
If loving yourself is anarchy
Things better left unspoken
"Oh that was so long ago"
Salts the wounds of still beating broken hearts
And demonstrates all of your missing parts
We will be so much better
(Burn it down where your belief is)
Bare the weight of your forefathers’ mistakes
(Would you believe it if your bloodlines seceded)
Cut me off this family tree
If loving somebody else is anarchy
I lament the systems set in place
That manage to divide us on this plain
I lament everything that I haven’t done
To make something fucking change
I lament, I lament
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The Concussion Theory is the debunked idea that atmospheric disruption (via a pressure wave caused by explosives) will cause rain. It is also a rock band from Richmond, Virginia featuring Burke Solo, Nate Teikari, and Ian Ferguson.
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