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Alkali Lake
04:14
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i spend my time digging slowly
searching for the things that aren’t there anymore
my skin’s hardly apart of me
my blood doesn’t serve a purpose
my bones are worthless to me
my lungs are all i need
to force these thoughts out of my head
pounding my head to the ground
maybe my world will shut down
i found my self
digging through my skin again
just to find what i hope’s inside
a sense of happiness
away from my past
a place to rest my head and die
i’ve been digging through my mind to find a purpose
i’ve been digging through my mind to find a purpose in life
i found nothing
searching for my former self i need to find my home
i’m not welcome at my last one anymore
a living hell
a living hell
i do every thing i can to erase my past and start from scratch
have the feeling that i’m right on the edge
just a few more steps and the streets will be red
i’ve been digging through my mind to find a purpose in life
i’ve been digging through my mind
i found nothing
i found nothing
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These Streets
02:53
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there’s something else beneath my skin
i think i’m slurring my words
i guarantee i’ve changed for the worst
burn my soul
suck the life out of me
i can’t believe the kind of person i’d be
if i stayed the same way and saw the things i used to see
a fire has burned my soul
but the skin around my bones is growing cold
time is my illness
i’ll be dead before my ship sinks
i don’t wanna die
but i think of dying all the time
crowded in a silent room i’m buried in my tomb
pull me from self neglect
help me resurrect
i always take the long way home
i drag my feet just to feel alone
i’m so homesick and alone
i don’t wanna die
but i think of dying all the time
every time i sleep i hear
the devils voice inside my ear
i’m not a man i’m a monster
i try to heal but my mind fucking wanders
a fire has burned my soul
but the skin around my bones grows cold
i don’t wanna die
but i think of dying all the time
all the time
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i’m not a slave
i’m not a servant
i’d rather spend my time on something
thats fucking worth it
i lost it
i’m feeling drained
every single step I take
feels like a mistake
i’m laying awake
do i pray
or free myself before i fade away
i’m not a slave
i’m not a slave
don’t think i’ll every believe
the life i call my own
won’t spread a fucking disease
when i die don’t close my eyes
i wanna watch as i turn to dust
put me in the ground
that’s where my soul will stay
there’s not a better place
i’d rather be on my own anyway
i don’t live to please
in the end
all that’s left is me
on my death bed
my soul is not a machine
and I don't ever need you to let me know that you believe in me
and I don't ever need you to congregate and talk about my name
and I could never be a jealous nor a vengeful god
and i'm old enough to finally see
i could never be a good man at heart entertaining your beliefs.
every exit on your way to mass, dozens laying in the streets
that could have sang the hymns as well themselves
but you think there's another hell
i’m not a fucking servant
i won’t spread your disease
my soul is not a machine
if it was it’d be killing me
the life i call my own won’t spread a fucking disease
when i die don’t close my eyes
i wanna watch as i turn to dust
put me in the ground
that’s where my soul will stay
there’s not a better place
i’d rather be on my own anyway
i don’t live to please
in the end
all that’s left is me
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