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Tunnel Vision
02:00
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Be serious
If you want some kind of moral
Cleanliness
Try holding your breath
I needed to
Give up on something
That I can't see
The list goes on & on
Without space
Without dimension
Incessant & Unreal
Little by little
I fooled no one
I bled through the screen
I love your precious heart
My deterrence machine
Tunnelvision
They take control of the board
What if God doesn't care
I'll laugh about it
Desperate for the dirt's friction
Skeptical of all my answers
I needed to
Give up on something
That I can't see
The list goes on & on
Without space
Without dimension
Incessant & Unreal
Little by little
I fooled no one
I bled through the screen
I love your precious heart
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Until The Very End
01:42
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The anvil dropped
I turned around
Too soon
And you fell back
Two wires crossing
A swirl of colors
There was before
And so much after
So for a day
Venom was rain
So for a day
Two reflections
Two eyes burnt south
I lean my ear in
Your direction
The same moon
Circles the drain
Beautiful disaster
Peach and green
So for a day
Venom was rain
So for a day
Venom was rain
There is still time
There is still time
There is still time
There is still time
So for a day
Venom was rain
So for a day
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Cinematic
01:45
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I'm all eyes
And in the meantime
Everyone is along for the ride
As though it could be
Wished away
I'm all eyes
Waiting for the wait
To be over
I watch the blossoms shatter
In the parakeet mirror
Happiness is the sound of your voice
Calling to me even in despair
Bending away from the glare
I'm all eyes
And in the meantime
Everyone is along for the ride
I watch the blossoms shatter
In the parakeet mirror
Happiness is the sound of your voice
Calling to me even in despair
Just how bad can it get?
I'm all eyes
But you drew a line through my name
Or was that me?
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Polished Thorns
01:51
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Fatal abstractions
The best they expect
Could we tip the table?
A pledge and a threat
Obsession, a logic
Reflection, a trap
Question my motives
Disguised as concern
Can't burn it down
They have all the matches
Truth produced with no witness
Love given is never wasted
And I can survive without your praise
I am through with not enough
Does it almost seem llike nothing changed at all
And in that quiet
Something new
Constant backdrop
Of your skin
Ring the bell
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