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Because there's no tagging for written lyrics. Today, I decided to be a poetic art fag and scribbled these down in my notebook during my downtime. Enjoy.
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The fog is rising
The lights are gone
So are the tourists
They leave in silence
The words drop off
It’s too early for a warning
They leave in silence.
It’s there (they etch into your visions)
It’s there (the love is given)
It’s there (the glass is breaking)
She checks her watch
It’s half-past Thursday
The morning’s past
She checks her watch
It’s there (they etch into your visions)
It’s there (the love is given)
It’s there (the glass is breaking)
She can’t ever change
Handshakes for heartbreaks
The lights trace faces
She’s born again
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The grass rustles
Through her fingertips
Her smile, it
Mimics well-being
She talks in whispers
Audible in slow trains
She breaks her standards
The worries vanish
(chorus)
There is no love for the misinformed
There isn’t always war
There’s no time for lullabies
A productive lifetime
Once more
There’s no mistakes in politics
Throwing sticks is commonplace
She sees her city in flames
Once more
They’re starving
For absolution
They can’t get their fill
*chorus x2*
It disappears
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Black day
You’re not here
You don’t leave
Your nest
I stroll through the halls
Waiting for a glimpse
You’re not here
Keeping her balance in contemporary fields
Breathing the toxins of everyday lives
Feeling the bloodloss of other worlds
I’m not alive
A sad song
For failures
Comes from your pursed lips
I say my last goodbye
From behind closed doors
She’s on the terrace (waiting)
She’s on the terrace (waiting)
She drinks the dead
She’s only – (waiting)
Keeping your balance in the contemporary fields
Breathing the toxins of everyday life
Feeling the bloodloss of other worlds
I’m not alive
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Hey hey.
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