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Drain
02:23
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Drain all that you’ve got
Throw it in the fire and
Burn it til it’s gone
Out of mind and in turn again
You pass it off too much
I think of you as a friend of mine
That somehow just lost touch
Could never come through
Drain all that you’ve got
For now it's not just the killing kind
Forget it til it’s on
For now just claim its a change of mind
I think of you too much
I fake it because it’s the way to hide
As simple as it comes
Forever in view
Drain on sun king
Drain on sun king
Drain on sun king
Drain on sun king
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2. |
Visions
02:55
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So was it all in your plan, another day in a trance
Rejecting all the ways you never felt in demand
A feeling I have inside that maybe I’m in decline
Or maybe, yeah just maybe you put me in a bind
A common desire
You sell it together
But I still require
The weight of the weather
Yeah was it all in the past and are you sure it’ll last
Because I’ve been reeling since you came out here last
It wasn’t front of my mind, but they say all in due time
A little bit of everything that’s stopping me blind
It’s under the wire
The feeling you fought for
Some false combination
Of linear measures
I’ll be your reflection you can rest, are you just a vision
I’ll be your reflection you can rest, are you just a vision
Are you just a vision of man
Are you just a vision of man
Are you just a vision
So sell me all of your stride made up and all in due time
This town you claim allegiance to has been redefined
Connections left to be tamed, a lesson that never takes
Rejected for the hell of it your name fell away
To find the illusion
I’ve been all but blinded
Some late execution
Hung up by a wire
I’ll be your reflection you can rest, are you just a vision
I’ll be your reflection you can rest, are you just a vision
Are you just a vision of man
Are you just a vision of man
Are you just a vision
I’ll never figure it out just what you were on about
Kept claiming through the night I never said it aloud
Wished it’d remain all the same but I’m just left in a haze
The puzzle pieces I smashed together put on display
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3. |
Satellite
04:01
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There wasn’t
There wasn’t
There wasn’t enough of us
There wasn’t
There wasn’t
There wasn’t enough of us
There wasn’t enough of us to replicate
What would you do if you faded in place
To hold on to what’s left of thought
Directing left of centre not
To decline into nothing I'll let it age
But I’m no fortune teller, take your time, check the weather
Fold your hands, you holy roller, count the ways you stayed in place to hold it over
There wasn’t enough of
I will be
I will be
I will be a satellite
I will be
I will be
I will be a satellite
I will be a satellite I dread
To pull me loose a fray a golden thread
A silver little waif you thought, you held up tied me in knots
What will I take to balance out my head
But I’m no fortune teller, as you climb up the ladder
Fall in line, as for pleasure, count the ways we fade away you holy roller
I will be a satellite
But I can’t pretend just how to mend
Like a branch bends into the fire
I will extend your hand to mine
Just as I can dismantle and sigh
But I’m no fortune teller, take your time, check the weather
Fold your hands, you holy roller, count the ways we fade away to hold it over
But I’m not fortune teller count the ways you stayed in place to hold it over
I will be
I will be
I will be a satellite
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4. |
Wasted Silhouettes
03:26
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Beat down by faith all your feelings haven’t aged
Sell it all, turn away, turn your back for pocket change
Sun down, sought faith, call me by your former name
Hung up by the day wounded out and on display
Nighttime’s your time, push it deep inside of you
It’s all your shame seek it out return the view
Burned out, back down, keep it in and fight review
You’ll see how it aged into all your dried remains
Wasted silhouettes follow me down wasted silhouettes
Wasted silhouettes follow me down wasted silhouettes
It's all the way psychic in your pain
Drawn out figure eight turn the corner bend the page
Where’d you lose grace the telling way you pass the blame
Silence shows your age lesson pouring out the drain
Wasted silhouettes follow me down wasted silhouettes
Wasted silhouettes follow me down wasted silhouettes
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5. |
Civil Liberties
04:14
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I can’t pull myself from the middle,
Give up on all your joy little by little
I can’t pull myself from the middle,
Defending how you been like a thistle
So sit up straight and comb your hair you can’t relate your mind’s in disrepair
But I can tell you’re far away I’m wide awake and you’re coming down the stairs
5, 4, 6, 1
5, 4, 6, 1
I correct myself to be civil, the more you give the less I can keep up to see it fizzle
Tell me tell me lies I will wither sell me sell me mine, in ether
So sit up straight and comb your hair you can’t relate your minds in disrepair
But I can tell you’re far away, I’m wide awake and you’re coming down the stairs
You can only pretend for a little while
You can only pretend for a little while
Don’t you ever tell me about the way you can’t erase your little mood
Now I’m not containing myself, now I’m not containing myself
Place it on your tongue I’ll show you just in case it doesn’t set and bloom
Now that I’m erasing myself, now that I’m erasing myself
So sit up straight and comb your hair you can’t relate your minds in disrepair
But I can tell you’re far away, I’m wide awake and you’re coming down the stairs
You can only pretend for a little while
You can only pretend for a little while
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6. |
The Curl
03:19
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Desperate and jaded in your mind all the answers sought out in due time
And all the ties that bound you to your world through the wire chased some uncertain word
But nothing is wrong you can’t relate passing it off fortunes they fade
What I say’s unreal you say is fate I can tell all of this to wait
To provide an answer for your thirst we can hide the nepotism curse
To recognize the truth is we’re alone and all this time you swallowed all the chrome
But nothing is wrong you can’t relate passing it off fortunes they fade
What I say’s unreal you say is fate I can tell all of this to wait
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7. |
Flags
03:41
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To find your kingdom to age the day the shattered cradle we will remain for spectres
Circling the collar shot out of frame run through the city we are to blame for spectres
I’ll take aim
Night after night its a smokey haze fallen off format to feel afraid for spectres
Take them down easy our soul survives can’t keep them turned out through aged mind for spectres
I’ll take our age our age
Your broken hands are shining now
The open tide don’t seem to sell it
Collecting all your mothers grief
You don’t look now don’t seem to get it
In angled wisdom to feel afraid to keep them started to keep them tamed for spectres
Kaleidoscope heart can’t take away a zero starter the shattered frame for spectres
I’ll take our age our age
Your broken hands are shining now
The open tide don’t seem to sell it
Collecting all your mothers grief
You don’t look now don’t seem to get it
Your broken hands are shining now
The open tide don’t seem to sell it
Collecting all your mothers grief
You don’t look now don’t seem to get it
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8. |
Bloom
03:40
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Some say I will read for pleasure once is more than two birds tethered to the wire
Your time written on a sheet of paper punch it in collect a wager all the while
But I need a silver sided line
To regress a place I cannot find
But I do exist need a sign time to occupy my mind collecting my estate
But I do exist want a sign want to redefine my time to sell off all my faith
I’ll take another call to hear about it once again I dream about the shortest mile
Broadcast coming in now through the basement was it left to your replacement once again
But I need to fill up all my time
To show you the place of my decline
But I do exist need a sign time to occupy my mind collecting my estate
But I do exist want a sign want to redefine my time to sell off all my faith
Can you tell me
Can you tell me
But I do exist need a sign time to occupy my mind collecting my estate
But I do exist want a sign want to redefine my time to sell off all my faith
But I do exist do exist do exist
Yeah I do exist do exist do exist
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9. |
Soft Fear
04:01
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It’s all the same day’s spent seem to fall away frankly it’s the fawning of the times
You saw the breeze while I sat there just losing sleep daylight seemed to spill out of your mind
Have you no answers while you wait while I stare blankly down your gaze
Dazedly I fell down the false step I can’t see it coming round the bend
To wait and see just what you had left for me fell out of your mind you said in time
Have you no answers while you wait while I stare blankly down your gaze
Time damages to time counting shadows walking by I beg them to float away
Tell me now how to deny my resentments all divide they’re too shallow to convey
Just to remind me of the day you told me how you’d float away
Just to remind me of the day you told me how you’d float away
Time damages to time counting shadows walking by I beg them to float away
Tell me now how to deny my resentments all divide they’re too shallow to convey
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