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Moonburn
03:29
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Dead cities... Broken pillars...
Eerie quiet... Slow death, by aging...
This moon burns with quiet
Empty seas... Oppressive calm...
All this distance... between us...
This moon burns with quiet
They force me away to a world of numbers
i want to stay but stuff gets in the way
An hour for a life pulls me closer to the knife
This isn't how it was supposed to be
We always said it'd be you and me
This isn't how it was supposed to be
We always said it'd be you and me
They force me away to their world
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Compassion Fatigue
02:42
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Trouble brewing in the Duke Of New York
The emptiness and pain have finally taken their toll
On our people. The solution is clear.
Waltham Cross, Cuffley and Cheshunt must be drowned.
The artists get no respect.
The meek have inherited the earth
and they go verse chorus verse chorus verse chorus verse...
One more thing to get upset about
As art becomes just advertising
One more thing to make you doubt yourself
The whole world is closing
You can't care about everything
So what you gonna care about?
You can't care about everything
So what you gonna care about?
Now, by the time...
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Mimozine
04:16
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Got mimozine in hand
A hand with hope
Let's take it there...
Let's take it there...
Got mimozine in hand
Got a white vision
A vision with no eyes
Let's take it there...
Let's take it there...
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Skin Can't Breathe
03:23
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Got no light, no air and the walls press close
No way out as if i care from this head of ghosts
It's tight consticted no breath in this
Closed in, closed kiss, it's my life to miss
i struggle, i crawl through this normal hell
i climbed, i fell there's no-one to tell
Skin can't breathe and you can't deceive
i dream of trust and i dream of waste
no light no air and the walls press close
no way out as if i care with this head of ghosts
tight constricted, no breath in this
closed in, closed kiss as if my life's a mess
Skin can't breathe and you can't deceive
i struggle i crawl through this normal hell
i climbed, i fell, though there's no-one to tell
Skin can't breathe and you can't deceive
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The Mirror Pond
07:15
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Since narcissus looked in the pond
We've all been in trouble
To see and to understand
That's me, and that's you.
It's one. Do I have a double?
We're all going to get hurt
All we leave is damage
We don't need you to understand
But then we all live our own age
It's your age... your age...
The mirror pond
To all beyond
The mirror pond
We're all going to get hurt
All we leave is damage
Don't need you to understand
But then, we all live our own age
You, it's your age...
The mirror pond
To all beyond
The mirror pond
You're not set in stone, don't stand alone
You're screaming inside with no place to hide
Confusion, this world is fed on confusion
The spirits writhe, turn back the tide
Bloodlit sky with no reason why
Confusion a world fed on confusion
Labyrinth of pain with nothing to gain
Burnt to the core, wasn't this no more
Confusion, this world is fed on confusion
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Psycho
02:13
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Got shot again
Got shot again
Got shot again
Got shot again... on
From reality nudging to the next drink
As if it gives me time to think
Feel safe with him you get shot again
I'm leaning back for turning hell PSYCHO
I'm feeling so real... PSYCHO you... PSYCHO
Must stop...
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