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Spare me your thoughts.
It’s felt, already known, the burden of burying best friends.
Empty spaces in shells of old bones, and she asked,
“Why do you live so hard?”
To prepare for another blow.
Dove too deep letting Ego die, fell asleep in a field overgrown.
Woke up overthinking oblivion, endless winter then turns to spring.
I lust after forty-four sunsets, to offset the unrest of unruly dreams. Though I’ve grown, I’m growing, I’m still unknowing, I’m onto better things.
Let’s not waste new tears on yesterday, this cycle will surely repeat.
We have nowhere to go but everywhere, we’re on to better things. Nowhere to go but everywhere.
If only our minds can be beat.
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Oh kingdom come, you’re overrun.
Underwhelmed in this foreign place unknown.
I misplaced myself on the shelves in hopes you won’t find me again.
I’ve seen this mess before.
Heard silent screams.
Mind your head.
Pour out your secrets in invisible ink.
You’ve heard it all before.
That tired speech.
The sun will rise, and at its peak I’ll hide myself amongst the rubble, in hopes you won’t fine me underwhelmed and so misplaced.
My kingdom come, has come and gone.
I hide amongst the rubble.
My kingdom come, has come and gone.
Underwhelmed in this foreign place.
The sun will rise and I’ll lose my way.
You got too close, then went away.
I’m fine.
I can’t fail you from the grave, can I?
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Stone cold, cold sweats.
Fight away incoming threats.
Toss and turn, swing and a miss.
Swallowed up in dark abyss.
Twisted thoughts, turned against,
Heartbeat quickens, muscles tense.
Whispered voice, shadowed shape,
Hollow scream, no escape.
Breathing fast, prickled skin,
Fearful mind begins to spin.
Begging limbs, frozen still,
Gaining foes, icy chill.
Wicked laugh, stomach sinks,
Swallow hot, rapid blinks.
Tears run, time is short,
Curling up, last resort.
Gasping out, from sleep I break.
Quiet room, wide awake.
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For once in my life, I’m unable to cry.
I feel heavy resistance, from remembering to smile, blocked memories from my mind.
Have I become a lie?
Do I underestimate damage of fabricating dreams in distorted light?
Is this life a swing and a miss?
Am I failing to follow through?
Can I finally admit I’m rigged with conflict to show who’s who?
Is there anyone to catch me as I fall back down to earth, hit solid ground?
‘Cause I’d carry the weight of the world on my shoulders if I could only save myself.
If I don’t know how to ask for help, can I learn to absolve this kind of personal hell?
‘Cause I’d carry the weight of the world on my shoulders if I could only save myself.
I’ve been in the driver’s seat, with nothing to prove.
And I walked away from every scene still aiming to lose it.
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"For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset...You can see the day end and the twilight whenever you like...All you need to do is move your chair a few steps.
One day, you said to me,
'I saw the sunset forty-four times...One loves the sunset when one is so sad.'
'Were you so sad then, on the day of the forty-four sunsets?'
But the Little Prince made no reply."
-The Little Prince
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Would you give yourself more credit?
Run the risk of destruction, and when bending breaks find what you're made of.
Been a long time coming now knowing you hit solid ground, and when you trip feel growing pain.
I know we’ve been down this road before, and you're always quick to avoid taking blame.
I don't think we can fix this anymore.
So I’ll go.
Changing seasons but it feels the same as when I overreacted, forgave action one last time.
When you told me I had room to grow, it's better we don't know each other, then turned away with that cold heart of mine.
The lessons that you taught I wouldn't change, I know you’re still the same, and I was better taking all the blame.
Yeah I know that I have room to grow and you reap what you sow, so you’re free to walk your path alone.
‘Cause I’m better to move on, yeah I’m better on my own.
You always wanted me to change, but it was never enough.
You’ll leave and I will grow on.
Changing seasons but it feels the same, and I caught your bluff.
You’ll leave and I will grow on.
‘Cause I'm better to move on, and you reap what you sow.
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Chapter 7: Ad Meliora
06:46
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He said “Wake up, stand up for yourself. Rise up in resistance. Call upon the highest realm”
She asked “In this human race for time, race for equal eyes. Do you wake up in fear of lock-down or dying?”
Free fall and falter.
Ride the stars despite a crumbling heart.
We all fall, rise above.
Listen carefully between the lines.
Breathe to stay alive.
Stay alive.
They say live in fear, but do not be afraid.
Let's not waste new tears on yesterday.
Just know, we all fall so free fall.
Shake off burdened shouldered weight.
Let’s not waste new tears on yesterday.
Just know we all fall, rise above.
Listen carefully between the lines.
Breathe to stay alive.
Stay alive.
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Black Flak and the Nightmare Fighters Salt Lake City, Utah
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Story telling through sonic walls of emotion.
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