1. |
Stepping Down
03:37
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No avail it’s time to leave
Never thought I'd see it through
The things I led myself believe in
Didn’t meet halfway
Never thought I'd see the break
In the wake of day
As you descend away
Back on rails, rails, off the rails
Been running out of trails
Are you that someone I can’t fail
And it gets harder to stay
The more it draws you in
It brings a kind of madness
We selfishly let live
And in the memory I sway again
With the veil I laid
So you couldn’t see
Nor remember
So you wouldn't know
Wrap up, wrap it up,
It’s time to go
Your hands, are cold
As we speed
You see
I’m stepping down
I know
Don’t want to stay in this race
I know you wanted it different, different but
I’m switching up the pace
Been running out of rounds
Can’t see beyond the bends
See beyond the bends
I’m slowing, slowing till the end
We‘re getting off the rails
Stepping down I know
Don't want to stay in this race
Can’t see beyond the bends
Been switching up the pace
Been switching up the pace
I’m stepping down this race
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2. |
Little Boy
05:26
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Brace
Sirens mourn
Their passing
Not their war
Youth
Loaded guns
Marching past
The ceremonial rats
They
Stand tall
As the plan plays out
The innocent to tear apart
Bravery can’t save you now
Can’t save you now
The valiant cannot prevail
In a mass murder case
Wrong place at the wrong time
Wrong place at the wrong time
Wrong place at the wrong time
A price to pay
For vindication
Till the end, till the end
They come to claim your sons before you
Burn the garden hedge around
To burn the garden hedge around
Till the end, till the end
They come in the name of bravery
Wrong place at the wrong time
At the wrong place at the wrong time
There are no words
It culminates
To this
Grace
Defied
The consequence
Too immense
And the strike
Carries on
You never know when and how
The way it’s going to hit
Bravery can’t save you now
Can't save you now
In a mass murder case
Wrong place at the wrong time
Wrong place at the wrong time
Wrong place at the wrong time
A price to pay
For vindication
Till the end, till the end
They come to claim your sons before you
Burn the garden hedge around
To burn the garden hedge around
Till the end, till the end
They come in the name of bravery
Wrong place at the wrong time
At the wrong place at the wrong time
There are no words
It culminates
To this
Die, die, die, die, die
Young flesh
The sacrifice
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3. |
Picture Perfect
04:42
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Placid
Taste the fruits
Paint the picture
You gotta give
Gotta give it some credit
It’s not so bland
I was just getting started
You gotta give
You gotta give it your best
It’s not like you
It’s not like you
To smudge it all to black
Sizzles till my taste buds
Start to bleed
Till I can’t
Place the consonants
Inside the words
A bad seed
Neon is the mark
Nature warns you
You gotta give
You gotta
You gotta give
The more you stare
You figure it out
It’s picture perfect
Seems the more you stare
You figure it out
It’s picture perfect
It’s like the more you stare
You figure it out
The more you stare
You figure it out
It’s picture perfect
Seems the more you stare
You figure it out
It’s picture perfect
It’s like the more you stare
You figure it out
(x4)
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