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In this house
In this room
Another numb, warm
Season in these walls
In this warm silent place, I am vapid and filled with dust - All is vacant; empty husks, I leave myself vulnerable, again
Yet so subdued, I'm wrapped in stagnation - buried in sediment, and my solitude. Give it to me - Give me someone warm and empty
Go on and give this-to-me
Without this, I don't know what I'd be
Leave me something
Warm and hollow
Show me you're empty
Show me you're empty
Show me you're empty
Come on now and fill me
Something deep into me
What I wouldn't give to fill these holes inside of me
To replace with something
An object of some meaning
To make me useful, worthy of one better than myself
I'll give anything
I'd take anything for
Someone hollow, far away, and destitute like me
Someone who feels this way
Somewhere I can hideaway
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Alleys
04:45
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Veils
04:54
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What thing is this attached to me?
Am I apart of it or it to me?
Am I inside of it?
Is it inside of me?
What piece of its inside of me?
Can I find out just who it sees?
I don't recognize it.
I don't recognize him.
Tear this away
Gaze out through this haze
Let this fall away
Days draw like a blade
Lead me away
In this place I am nothing
In this place, there is nothing here
In this place, I’ll lose nothing
In this place, I’ll have nothing left
In this place, I’ll keep nothing
In this place, I’ll hold nothing dear
In this place, I’ll choose nothing
In this place, I’ll have nothing left at all
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Amongst these towers of fire
All in ash
When buried under desire
Nothing lasts
Sifting through this decay
Through these ruins
Every piece consumes
Me in silence
Drown me
Silence me
Please, please, just...
Drown me in
Silence me
Please, please, please...
Something still
If I could, I'd destroy the world
Everything and everyone
Just for that one moment
Just stand over it, all in black ruin
So calm, so so silent
To watch, to weep with relief
To sit, to watch everything burn and cinder
To leave this world in ash
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Gloompig
07:55
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You're already gone
It started how it always does
You’re enjoying this
You'll suffer all of it
The glimmer of all its sides
You’re drifting upon its sails
You’ll glaze over it
You wanted it to breathe
Now, look at all the space
Lay inside of it
Wanted this instead
But now it's old and dead
Into the sun
After all this time
You're going back
Out of reach
You wanted it to bend
But instead, you buried it
And now it's gold
And now you're wary
Of what you hold near
It's holding you back
It's holding you steady
But you won't let go
You're already dead
Already dead
You're already dead
Already dead
They’re coming through for all of us
Go down the halls in red
Or hang your face
Cause you were never really here
A thing of lead n bone
Cracked and ripped
You were just afraid
In all the perfect ways
To lose it all
Wanted this and bled
Regret, it's maiden hand
Into the sea
After all this light
You're blacking out
Out of reach
It's holding you breathless
But you won't let go
You're already dead
Already dead
You're already dead
Already dead
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Glowing Window Recordings Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania
Micro Label run by Planning For Burial.
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