lyrics
Nobody knows this: No diagnosis.
No kind of solace to take away.
Take your neuralgias, trade in for vouchers.
Rationing out for a later day.
To hear that:
Eternal resonance, fractured and desolate,
Every last ideal passed, I'll wait. Too known to betray.
It takes a pessimist, to make the best of this
Empty glass, I'm fine, I'll crash out when you next look away.
You live the same way, relive the same day.
In limitations, in limine.
All these appeasements flow like the seasons,
Never to ease or illuminate.
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You throw back every pill...
You know that never will
Quell the migraine
To show them what you're worth,
Although that never works -
They don't know how this hurts.
(And numbness, is a privilege / anonymous / dissimulate
And numbers count the days but it's all the same to serve this game, the surface:
The worthless acts, and the surface cracks.
The purpose wracked, and the surface cracks.
There's no way back when the surface cracks. And the surface cracks.)
Upon a precipice, making the best of this
Empty glass, all trials and last attempts... Try again,
But it ends with a whimper, yeah, it ends with a whisper: Bang.
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from
Severs,
released December 24, 2014
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