1. |
Hiraeth
03:45
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come
sit by the fire,
stand by the mess you made then vanished like a
dove
captured unbound, crushed till the bones collapsed and punctured through your lungs
this all seems so
wrong
no need to speak, no need listen out for whispers while you
haunt
felt all around, touched every blistering face disfigured by your
touch
so foreign
so far away
this is what you get when you replace the memories
say their names out loud
leave
lost in the wake, left in a fabrication, something like a
dream
cold like the sea,
cold like the hands that stole and dragged you underneath
so foreign
so far away
this is what you get when you replace the memories
say their names out loud
these are the words that youve spent your life waiting for
and these are the hands that will end all your suffering
now that you’re here, spill your guts, we’re not asking again
leave those regrets with the body you left by the door
show us that face, make it shine, youre a miracle, darling
(youve been so forgiving, nothing like before)
hide all your loss, hold it tight, lest it fade away too
(i can feel it slipping, all these changes)
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2. |
Edin
02:43
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salt on your tongue
bleed this one out
savor the fabrication
your lungs are weak
taste just like glass
i shouldve seen this coming
write me a list, write me a list, black out the revelation
write me a list, write me a list, edit the script until its worn
please dont beg
never spoken, always ringing out
in my head
i always seem to lose
relive every moment til’ its spent
recite lines until they stop making sense
start again
call off the search
caught red in hand
i stole what i was given
paint me deceit
thoughts left a wreck
it never ends, it never ends
write me a list, write me a list, black out the revelation, please
write me a list, write me a list, replace my name with others lost
and so it goes
please dont beg
never spoken, always ringing out
in my head
i always seem to lose
just follow every word until they all stop making sense
start again
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3. |
Rituals
03:19
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say goodbye to love my dear
you were all we had
those days are gone, start giving up
on what defines a man
you never asked, i never told
thats how this game is played
a moment held in every home
youll never hear me crying, baby
i cant stop all that i started and
i cant let it out
regrets flower into spaces decayed yet still abound
i want to be whole again
cant seem to shake this idea
unburdened and innocent
with so much left to choose
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Common Sage Brooklyn, New York
It sounds like a whisper.
Hoshieni
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