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Ghost and Echo
03:18
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Running in circles
It’s taking me further away
Launched out into this oblivion
Reaching out
But your hand is still holding the blade
Your claim to fame is war games
Come forth
Pour your reckoning into the air
Breathe life
Into those living in despair
I desire you to make a presence and demand you commit with grace
For if it’s faith you seek, it’s time to show your face
This conviction
These mysteries you learn to speak
But these fables don’t cure my curiosity
If it’s strength you need
Wipe the blood off your cheek
And reach out your palms to the weak
Come forth
Pour your reckoning into the air
Give hope
For all of those living in despair
I desire you to make a presence and demand you commit with grace
For if it’s faith you seek, it’s time to show your face
I’d write this in blood if could only stand the pain
And when the paint dries we’ll have covered the heresy
For no one shall question my faith to a phantom
But I don’t believe in ghosts
As all my anger and evil gets washed down the drain
My privilege spares me from the responsibility
I am one step above the convicted below
But I don’t believe ghosts
My pulpit is gold
All my abundance of treasures continues to grow
This mask gets harder and harder to hold,
And I don’t believe in ghosts
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Sector 13
01:48
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Recoil
02:41
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Stitch me up
Cut
Leave me wide open
We’re all barred and broken
Left with disgust
Enough
I won’t bid you farewell
With stories to tell
I can’t say enough
It’s obvious I must retreat, completely
Before the worst in you consumes what’s left of me
And we love
But
love is not enough
to set this in motion
break it wide open
enough
I won’t bid you farewell
With secrets withheld
I’ve seen too much
It’s obvious I must retreat, completely
Before the worst in you consumes what’s left of me
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Bloodlines
03:50
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As of today
I show signs of life
But we live in fiction
This is part where we find
If we’re the hero or the villain
And I’m searching for what I may never find
What is truly mine?
What keeps me breathing?
Time will tell
I know this feeling all too well
Let it flow
We have just begun
I am my father’s son
Time will tell
I know this feeling all too well
Let it flow
Something pulls me right back home
For better or worse
This gift is a curse
And it’s worth every second
And I’ve seen this before
You never get quite what you ask for
Give me more
As I find my way
Let it sink into the core
Time will tell
I know this feeling all too well
Let it flow
Some things you can’t outrun
I am my father’s son
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