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Relapse
05:01
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What do you see when you look at me?
Deep like a pit, I'll have you believe.
A collection of wires, Like roots of a rotten tree.
I'm empty but fucking free
Can't tell which is the greater need
I'm happily living my Relapse (Relapse)
Forgive me now, I'll just do it again.
Come with me and live my Relapse (Relapse)
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2. |
One Cut Too Many
08:01
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I've had one cut too many (x7)
One cut too deep for me to look away...
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Wither
06:29
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I had to break myself just to carry on.
A thousand little pieces and every single one...
Scattered and worn
Battered and Scorned
Can you hear me, ears of the world?
Guide me and hide me.
Confide in my fragility
Blister and Wither
Until i'm just a slither
Wither Away, Wither Away, Wither Away
Gladly watching me falling apart.
Wither Away, Wither Away, Wither Away
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5. |
I Remember
07:26
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I watched that throne for so long
Dancing to your melody, it was my remedy.
Looking down hard on the great white flock
You have become my Parody
Shine so bright my eyes turned white
The royal red blood now filled with delight
Took me years to climb the highest heights
Now your shrine is damp with time
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What exactly am I doing here
Covered in the low world
Merge with the earth, now you know my worth
What exactly do I need to do, to ascend again?
Burial 10, Burial 10
What do I need to do to ascend again?
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Lecture.
The don from across the pond;
Once a bard - now a king - and a confidant of That Beast.
Never stalled only conquered on,
With the virgin stone built my own babylon from the streets.
Yeah comin’ up without a lot of cheddah,
Forced me to quickly develop, manipulating the sector;
From a beggar to a shepherd wit’a septah,
This is my world now, take a knee or pick a stretcher.
S2:
My neck nearly breaks from the weight of the crown;
Smeared by the hate from the clowns,
My fate.
It’s clear I’m feared by the state of the crowd,
These flames make flakes from the proud.
With holy smoke, I’ll slowly choke;
The hordes of defiant will never hold me no.
Y’all are solely reliant on me to clothe thee,
Though you bite the hand of the king to become a lonely ghost.
S3:
(To) Stand up to me - y’all got to be - quite possibly - the dumbest beings,
Now I have you.
(In) Shackles it seems - your heart will beat - eternally,
Until the moment that I stab you.
- Even a beast with 9 lives - would consider it high time,
To kiss the ring.
Twist and scream - It’s a dream it’s a dream it’s a dream . . .
S4: po
I gave you the world,
All you want in return;
Is to watch me fall.
With a flick of my wrist,
I could give the command;
To destroy you all.
Bow down with the rest,
Of em if you contest;
I will watch you bleed.
To the death,
As you find me relaxed in my throne;
As your truly and rightful king.
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8. |
Her Body Prints Secrets
05:21
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What is your plea on where we should be
The question balanced so delicately
I’ve given it all and now we are free
Secrets run deep and they’re buried in me
The air is thick with dirty truths
I cannot deny that the way you move
Breaks my soul and carries me home
Your darkness served in a way that soothes
Secret body. Secret mind x 4
Secret body. Secret mind
Look in her body you will find
A thousand and one ancient signs
That she was once a mother of mine
Intertwined and carnally blind
God only knows she’s one of a kind
A story in every chink of her spine
I am hers and she is mine
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It's just a knife under your skin
It's just a blade in my hands
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10. |
Hold your Tongue
07:15
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11. |
Blessed with Bruises
09:59
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Pull me up and hold me down.
I am safe sound, blessed and bound
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