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Pressed
01:31
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my heads spinning again
won't comprehend
how long til i'm on the mend
still i wait
capitulate
i think i know the end
make room in the back of my mind
windows shut, doing fine
light fades from the passing day
you would've said that this was fate
i'm pressed, i'm pressed to
make sense, make sense who
knows best for me
seasons change
its getting late
i'm done having to mitigate
when nothing left of you remains
the pressure's adding
to the weight
i'm pressed, i'm pressed to
find what's left, what's left of
i'm pressed, i'm pressed to find what's left
pressure
pressure is getting me out
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2. |
Salt
02:40
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on higher ground
let me forget
filling up on crocodile tears
stay underwater, tastes just like salt
next time, don't hold your breath
I won't forget
there is no grey, just reddened eyes
i'm getting tired, bending my back
feeling smaller, sinking agian
a lost deadline, don't hold your breath
underwater, waiting
salty water, waiting
salt water, waiting
don't. hold. your. breath.
get past the wake, a two way street
it's just too late, the things you keep
get past the wake, how nothing stays
its just too late, won't be the same
salty water, waiting
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3. |
Rosehips
01:42
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drag me through the mud
til my mouth's full of dirt
tried to dispose of
never asked if it hurt
no contact with the sun
i was left to wither
several years long
i began to splinter
it was then i was planted
under solid ground
need to be transplanted
i started a garden
drag me through the mud
my mouth is full of dirt
a flower bud, feeling so disconcerted
didn't know i was planted
under hardened ground
need to be transplanted
i started a garden
won't wilt for anyone
grown out of the silted
it won't prolong
i'll never feel guilted
you planted me 3x
wild rose 3x
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4. |
Little Death
02:17
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lying still, body's rest
begin to close, feel my breath
falling chest, little death
in the throes, go in depth
letting go, i can't digest
clouded head, bodiless
eyes turned in from where i've been
to be still, what's fucking real?
everything's fine, only white noise, it's all i get
everything's done, no stars aligned, it's all i get
breathing, slipping, transmuting
decease, body wants to rot
release, not a second thought
lying still, body's rest
start to close, feel my breath
falling chest, little death
in the throes, go in depth
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