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15. | Until The Night (Demo Version) |
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(the sounds of someone tuning a station on the radio)
A great day for a tune
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Scented a rose, and as the shocked machines still scanning pavements screen, ground with siren eyes. Sounding through blinding sight. Piecing of pieces fit. Shifting the overwhelming. Fault lines now open.
Now I can't forget (buried in pain and thought, just because i wasn't there)
Slide show incarcerated with grief and I know times have changed in our eyes. That's for sure, so I quit. This is bad news another album going nowhere, going nowhere.
Now, without you, I can't.
Eyes, slides are spinning. Toss, the ground is gone, dizzy and overthrown. Slide my feelings, my eyes away.
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Stories and pages blended in your bookmarks of memories and cover-ups condense us until we burn away. Presses with ink as red as lips feeling a fault smashing against our cheek, deceiving our open eyes and front page love.
Gaining back what's lost is gone when columns turn to stone.
Believe what we tell you. Keep flipping pages, build up reactions. Believe what we tell you. Frequencies flowing, build up reactions.
Headliners flash across our eyes deleting honesty through hidden lines. A barrier of what is truth slowly dissolves. But these times call for building up reactions to keep you from being told.
Exhausting eyes build up reactions. Keep from being told.
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"It's been a rough few months, and I'm so exhausted I can barely keep my head up. I've been spilling onto floors, like clumsy bottles from sweaty palms as useless as my own.
So I stay in bed crying. I'd rather cry to lifeless heirlooms than assume somebody cares. But I'm getting tired in hopes that sleep could hit me sooner than a pillow to this dying breath. And I'm cold. And I'm getting so cold."
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Judging by these written words, gives reason to believe an evil spirit rests in that innocent girl. And the markings on her chest can tell a tale of all the lives she's affected with her hidden mistrust.
Broken down somewhere in Georgia with the thought of calling this innocent girl to let her know she's missed. But with 6 days, 6 hours, 6 minutes, left until she's gone I realize who's been with me all this time.
Judging by these written words, gives reason to believe that an evil spirit rests in that innocent girl. And the lying in her eyes can show a sign that underneath human skin is boiling red.
Burning breath; dressed in red; who else could this be, but the devil herself?
Counting down.
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Lying in bed. This hotel reeks of home sickness, though, i for one am sick of going home. Vomiting. What i left behind was evil. Someone as dark as Cordele, swallowing me whole.
Where were you when i was stranded? Did your faithfulness just up and leave, or did you leave first?
(First) things first. I am not ok. From transmission parts to train wrecks her eyes haven't left by my side. Side by side was how it used to feel. But split in half and torn apart reality sets in.
Where were you when i was stranded? Did your faithfulness just go along with your heart?
(Side by side) i am not ok from transmission parts to train wrecks her eyes haven't left my side. (Side by side) But what i left behind was evil. Someone as dark as this town. Someone swallowed me whole. I am not ok.
Lying in bed. This hotel reeks of homesickness, though, i for one am sick of going home. Vomiting. I whisper out your name, but you just left me here. I whisper out your name.
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(people talking in a noisy room)
(drums)
(people start chanting "If your heart was broken... you would be dead")
(chanting stops and talking in the noisy room continues)
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"So, crazy I am hoping that we can get together.
And now crazy for the fact that we could get away.
Because I'm dying all alone, trying to hold on to what I have.
And I'm knowing why I care.
Working towards what's best for you.
(One flight, one flame)
Flights ablaze, lighting up the sky.
So, leave me here all alone as you pack your smiles and a dream.
Because, I am crying for something that I've given up on.
Broken and given up on you.
Bleed, dream, slip away.
Everything's gone.
Crash through my eyes.
Don't make that mistake of wasting time because I'm wasting time."
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It's cold tonight. The silver poles, like icicles, stuck to our skin and won't let go. And these seats alone might as well be covered up with a foot of snow because getting up seems so difficult. As sad as it seems to me just sitting down, witnessing a silence come back.
Why can't everything be alright? To get away, run. With these walls so dark and I am calling out.
Reactions through airwaves, stronger, silence.
The anger is swarming, a sickness, a fault, never again will I try. To see through the faults of hopeless lives failing to shine.
Single file lines leading to nowhere. Falling like flies landing in an order. But without this the world wouldn't turn.
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Screaming through ghostly whispers
Crying out. Breaking through impatiently
Puzzled and alone. Attempts to hold together are letting go
I have let go
Figures scatter the pavement, eyes half closed Breathing turns to shaking
Wake me up
Can you wake me up? Wake me up before it's over
Now clouds scatter with a purpose, black and low.
Wounded rain consistently, puzzled and alone And I can't seem to bare hoping for...
Ghosts in the wind
A white light, deeper than bullet wounds, pulling me close
Help, I can't enter.
Please let me return.
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Calluses, forming from the numbing touch.
A painful price, payable, I am alive. A powerful glance that consumes you in image.
Images reflect what some of us have been fighting for. A fight that goes on until the day the sound dies.
Fearless and brave we attack head on until the sound from another dies. Counting down. Just a few more days until it's time to throw away everything. Nothing left behind. Such a painful price, payable with feeling. And I'm alive. Press on move out. An older image to consume. You'll come back, faithful, resting on that image.
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"Breathing, did you get the guns? Can you feel the burning sun, frozen in your veins? If I go I pray that you will rescue me. A bond in blood I won't have to rescuse myself.
Rescue myself or it's a crying shame.
Ten casual steps to the door.
Keep those nervous eyes on me. Timing is everything. Now this place is ours. So slide your feelings across the floor. Cut off all communication and wish for home.
Now give me everything inside. Gripping your heart. Penetrate the combination with caution. Slowly open up. Giving me everything.
A sudden change of pace I can hear in the walls and now I find myself face down, sighing. I look up toward their lying eyes, which seem to be filling with this evil glare. Destroying what was once a bond in blood. A victim of betrayal. Fallen helpless, sentenced in here with no one to help me out. Taking me away."
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(the sound of someone tuning out of a radio)
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"So, crazy I am hoping that we can get together.
And now crazy for the fact that we could get away.
Because I'm dying all alone, trying to hold on to what I have.
And I'm knowing why I care.
Working towards what's best for you.
(One flight, one flame)
Flights ablaze, lighting up the sky.
So, leave me here all alone as you pack your smiles and a dream.
Because, I am crying for something that I've given up on.
Broken and given up on you.
Bleed, dream, slip away.
Everything's gone.
Crash through my eyes.
Don't make that mistake of wasting time because I'm wasting time."
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Scented a rose, and as the shocked machines still scanning pavements screen, ground with siren eyes. Sounding through blinding sight. Piecing of pieces fit. Shifting the overwhelming. Fault lines now open.
Now I can't forget (buried in pain and thought, just because i wasn't there)
Slide show incarcerated with grief and I know times have changed in our eyes. That's for sure, so I quit. This is bad news another album going nowhere, going nowhere.
Now, without you, I can't.
Eyes, slides are spinning. Toss, the ground is gone, dizzy and overthrown. Slide my feelings, my eyes away.
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