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Cauterized
03:07
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I've taken all I can, and now I shed
a skin that’s burned, stretched and scarred,
I've cauterized, the countless times I've bled
How many shapes can I take on
before my soul's forever gone
I welcome all of the blame, the shame,
and tell myself I might be better off alone
(better on my own)
I can't stay the same
This world I know
will spin my head a million times
before it lets me go
I can't stay the same
A tangled mess, I am
When I can't see a light ahead
I draw upon the dark
I'll keep what's left locked in the depths
from those that would see me bereft
beyond what I've become
Moving on
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2. |
Hypochondria
03:50
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I think I'm coming down with something
and every symptom tends to bode
looming demise
Yet, no one seems to have an answer
beyond the common skeptical
look in their eyes
(another daunting episode to recognize
Can’t gather if I need attention,
or if I lack the wherewithal to scrutinize)
Maybe I'm fine
and I'm just wasting my time
But there's a voice inside my head that's telling me I’ve gotta save myself
and not to let them brush me off
‘cause in the end, they always just politely turn me away
But, yet, I'm fairly certain
That what I feel needs an assertion
Will I know when inadvertence seals my fate
This can't all be in my head
In my head
Guess I can prove it when I’m dead
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Amygdala
00:54
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Always when I think I'm free of yesterday
The power's on, I know I can't reverse it
The signs have always been the same
Heart starts racing, mind astray . . .
Heed the coming storm,
I am exposed, I am aware, and I have been through this before
I'm always certain, but never know what's wrong
I feel the fear slip through my pores,
I see the world around me fading as I'm reeling toward the door
My senses waver,
I know I don't have long.
Please let it end
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4. |
The Fight
02:17
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The world is full of takers
That can't be found when you're the one in need
And grand manipulators
They'll have you questioning your sanity
But I'm not giving up, I've gotta fight.
The world is full of strangers
With their own notion of reality
They’ll stand, repudiating
While never questioning what they believe
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5. |
The Space Between Us
04:30
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Sometimes they make their way into a passing thought
I see the space between us, we’re more than just miles apart
The things we did became
a haziness of sorts
I look back on their faces
In my mind they all contort
Now they’re a thought to me
They roam the darkest corners of my memories
A love, a friend, a hate, hard to recall
Our time became the past without my cognizance
I’ll see you in the void
I’m not sure how I kept you, hanging by a thread
A vague reminder of a time I’ll never know again
I wish that I could reach you, whether right or wrong
But is there hope remaining
Likely not, it’s been too long
REPEAT CHORUS
If I tried to let it be known
Would you have the same concern
An effort forlorn
With distance and time
I hope that you’ve grown
It may never be revived
But I can’t let you go
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A Little Off Denver, Colorado
Erik Livesay - Guitar/Vox
BJ O’Kane - Bass/Vox
Seth Bennett - Drums
David Klapholz - Guitar
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