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Losing Control
01:35
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Just another patron
Watching this unfold
Holding onto senses
Tracing empty walls
How much can I take?
Counting every breath
LOSING CONTROL
There's no connection
No greater cause
No perfect meaning
Just superficial laws
How much can I take?
Counting every breath
LOSING CONTROL
LOSING CONTROL of my life
No matter what happens now, it won't be the same
Denounce reality, frame by frame
I've seen the lies that stem from it
I've seen the contradiction
The truth arranged in mirroring
Condemned by contemplation
My whole life changed in that one pivotal moment
Now I refuse to look back.
"Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived,
a dark wind had been rising toward me
from somewhere deep in my future...
It was as if I had waiting all this time
for this moment and for the first light
of this dawn to be vindicated."
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2. |
Sinking
02:18
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Disowned, dishonored,
The crop of yesterday,
Why are we faithful?
Labeled, positioned
Stripped of our right to grow
What do we fight for?
We are not giving up hope,
Not searching for a place to stand,
Consumed, discarded,
Victims of judgments passed,
Why are we faithful?
A curse, a burden,
Our time not meant to last,
What do we fight for?
We are not giving up hope,
Not searching for a place to stand,
Hiding the fear in our face,
Endlessly holding our place,
We're not giving up hope,
We're not here to take back the night,
Or make this alright,
SINKING, TREADING
They'll cut you down right where you stand
SINKING
Forced out by their demand
TREADING THROUGH
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Overstep
02:43
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I've heard the words "united front"
The great escape that you've undone.
Philosophy dimmed by the atmosphere.
(I've played the hand that you borrowed)
I'm cutting cords, removing
(I've lived today for tomorrow)
I'm cutting cords, removing
Emotive overflowing
No use in overcoming
Recapturing sincerity
Repackaging your shallow game
I'll separate creations I have made
You'll contemplate who to follow
I'm cutting cords, removing
Emotive overflowing
No use in overcoming
So you can have your winner now...
I'm breathing now, with the instincts I forgot.
Your door is slamming shut,
I close it with a smile
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4. |
Distant
02:37
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