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I’ve been choking on sunshine. I’ve been coughing up rainclouds, and I’ve been stuck in a haze.
I’ve been stuck at the fault line. I’ve made my bed at a death shroud, where I’ll be sleeping for days.
My mother always told me that I was her favorite son. Suddenly I’ve grown to see, I’m just her only one.
I’m seeing it through.
I swear if all is forgiven, I’d learn to live with my own self. I’d make a worthy exchange. If the past is rewritten, just pulled it all from the bookshelves, erased it all from my brain.
Cigarettes and alcohol were made to ease your pain, but Percocet and Vicodin could surely do the same.
I’m seeing it through.
I’m singing songs to myself now, and cracking jokes at the wrong time to just escape from my head. I’ll fit the pieces in somehow, or spend some time drawing straight lines to spend the rest high instead.
Ghosts of all my charred black spoons are dancing in the halls, while voices of all my long dead friends echo from the walls.
I’m seeing it through.
They speak to me, just like I always thought they would and they all just turn to dust.
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Will this hurricane be the rest of my life?
It makes no sense for me to try.
These slanted walls are pushing me
under their weight so callously.
Please, understand, when you find me crushed beneath them.
There's an insecurity in me
that you beat in.
It follows me around,
and laughs at me when
I start to rack my brain for why I never left.
If I could've stood myself I would've headed west.
This place is falling apart
And I don't know what anyone wants.
Don't look for me when I'm buried alone,
in the darkest place in the deepest dirt they find.
Hurricane, and the rest of my life.
The only thing that I can find.
The house didn't fall down,
but it still crushed us all to death.
Is the other side the only thing that we have left?
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The Patient
04:39
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Who do I call when it all comes crumbling down? The grand estate of the patient breaking ground in a field of sound.
Where do I bleed when my cups been overflown? I’ll cauterize at the source of the streamline flow and sew it closed.
I recollect our regret in the cardinal sin.
If I repent of this sin can I get in and shed this skin, so I’ll never have to wear it again?
Wish me away.
How can you plead for a God when you don’t believe? Do you find a quaint comfort in between your life and dreams? Is faith a method you use to help you cope? Revise the history books with your pseudoscope and a sense of hope. I’ve found a place where the desolation grows. The kind of place where the funeral’s monochrome becomes your home, and you’re buried in your suit all alone.
Wish me away.
If I can’t(I cant) make it home by Sunday,
then you can(you can) save my soul on Monday. I know(I know), we all amount to nothing, but we all(we all) medicate with something.
See it through, and align the divine with fable and tie your noose, drape it down from the branch most stable and our wounds are healing, cause’ we’re far too well resolved to let this win.
If I can’t(I cant) make it home by Sunday,
then you can(you can) save my soul on Monday. I know (I know), we all amount to nothing.
(We all fall down)
We all(we all) medicate for something.
(We all fall down)
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Wormwood
03:22
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The end of sanity's today.
the voice of reason fades away.
Thoughts of regrets and death lay dormant in this place.
I immersed myself in their embrace.
I never wanted to stay.
I never wanted to say, that I can't look away.
I just wanted to live inside you, so I could learn to breath,
while I'm just waiting for rigor mortis to take it's hold on me.
The farce in me is everything.
I'm a jester in a court of kings.
If it's making you smile, I guess it's best to live in jest.
What's it mean to do what's best?
I just wanted to live inside you, so I could learn to breath,
while I'm just waiting for rigor mortis to take it's hold on me.
Digging through my internal organs, for the better parts of me.
A lusting heart for a sense of order, is what I came to be.
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The World
03:29
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This is the end, I know.
It's over, it's falling apart,
but I am not afraid,
no I don't need a thing.
You knew me back then,
so why are you still here?
Like all the songs that remind me,
of when I was the bad guy.
Did you forget last summer?
When we learned all was not lost?
I will let you down,
but I won't hold you down.
I wish that I could feel,
like I did when I was young.
When everything was real,
and we still had not yet known,
that the world forgets us and life gets lonely.
Not because we're alone,
but because we're overgrown.
Are you afraid to die?
And leave this all behind?
Come rest your head with this.
You'll be leaving yourself in time.
Come love me, and be loved,
cause' I won't be here long.
So long my dearest friend.
When you read this,
I'll be dead.
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What If When We Die, We Scatter? Ohio
. What If When We Die, We Scatter? is a 4 piece rock outfit founded in 2017. Members Jim Vest (Guitar/Vocals), Kristyn Elise (Guitar/Vocals), Kelson Copas (Percussion/Vocals), and Kyle Belcher (Bass Guitar/Vocals) all hail from neighboring townships and villages in the Appalachian hills of Southeastern Ohio. ... more
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