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Our time we strive
Our time
We'll drive our severed hands are bound as one
We'll drive
Our faults arise
Our Faults
Unknown once tightly closed now bound with gold
Our Gold
Holding the foreman
Your lies have been re-told
Our love like arrows once kept
Now we shoot
Re-telling the fables
The ones that you abled
No longer the profit once kept
now re-new'd
Our time we strive
Our time
We'll drive our severed hands are bound as one
We'll drive
Our faults arise
Our Faults
Unknown once tightly closed now bound with gold
Our Gold
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We've been through time, our words.
arise.
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UNI
04:26
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The light has been casted, the space-ship has blasted.
Moshing your heaThe light has been casted the space-ship has blasted
Moshing your head to remove the water
Blatantly plastered
Dove in too deep Band-aids from knees
Blood from their caps removed all their water
Disease it sinks
Whoo!
These words that are written the ground is your limit
These phrases are taken your life has been shaken
Every voice unison
Back in the corner unison
Salt-water runs unison
Emotion it cries uni-cycle!
Whoo!
These words that are written the ground is your limit
These phrases are taken your life has been shaken
Behind closed doors we become ourselves
The blood draws thick never transfused
These arts and these crafts just when were they molded?
The blood draws thick never transfused
Behind closed doors we become ourselves
The blood draws thick never transfused
We stand as all but we'll fall as one
We stand as all but we'll fall as one
We stand as all but we'll fall as one
We stand as all but we'll fall as one
We'll fall
We stand
We'll fall
As one
We'll fall
We stand
As one
The center of attention
The center of attention
The center of attention
The center of attention
The center of attention
The center of attention
The center of attention
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Dude, you look so 90's
05:38
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Teeth set on edge.
Waits for the come-down.
Lost in the back-round,
Lost in the sound.
Eyes cold and bare.
The room was a spare.
Lost in the back-round,
Lost in the sound.
Three years in process.
Known to the public.
Libel like slander.
Drawn like a rubric.
Re-tell these stories.
To those who may care.
Ignoring the glances,
Of those who may stare.
Lost in the back-round.
Roads and autos, they all travel.
Destination our fascination.
Collect your belongings,
onto the next.
These things that you wished for,
This is the test.
Three years in process,
Traveled miles.
The presence in process,
All shall see.
Roads and autos, they all travel.
Destination our fascination.
Estoy perdido.
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Brostory
03:14
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This house is now burning, world no longer turning.
We're stranded, all sinning, wagering quitting.
We look at the dead, alive our heads.
The closure we need, not planted like seeds.
No oxygen left, we look at what's left.
In our homes, in our lives, reflecting on both sides.
Like flowers not blooming. The hell are we doing.
Just living with no need. No air, to feed, us.
The Lies, they are feeding.
It seems like we're needing.
Marching, the passage of fire.
These wishes, wrong to desire.
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