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Coal
04:15
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everything i touch turns to coal, polluting distorting this world!
and the words that i speak have no sense of belief, because my breath is so hollow and cold.
i take myself to one side and try to gather my thoughts but the patterns in my head are clouded!
i cough black with the smoke that bellows from my lungs. i cough black with the smoke that bellows from my lungs
plastic faces match the countryside once so youthful and now destroyed
i miss the touch of pure flesh and the warmth beyond this bed.
and the street lights are fading and my eyesight is blurred.
the path that was once gold is no longer in sight.
i look up at the stars on this still night
i am a shell, i am a stone and my weaknesses can be seen from distances unknown.
everything i touch turns to coal, polluting and distorting this world!
and the words that i speak have no sense of belief because my breath is so hollow and cold.
fly away. into the night, into the air
into the cosmos the great unknown, i need to be alone. leave this world to burn there is no saving it now.
we are the scum we are the scurge and we do not have an answer!
i can't see past my mind
im just a thief
so hollow SO cold. no truth. no understanding, just a thief
everything i touch turns to coal, polluting and distorting this world!
and the words that i speak have no sense of belief because my breath is so hollow and cold.
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Shroud
02:12
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like the turin shroud fails to fade it's good that we never met at the right time
monsters dont lay under your bed but they dwell in your head
and with the harsh realisation that life will never be the same again.
you turn to yourself for an answer but no reply will be heard.
monsters dont lie under your bed they dwell in your head
monsters dont lie under your bed but they dwell in your head
(cover yourself in doubt and heartache)
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Debris
03:39
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like winter thickets my heart crumbles on this early night
thoughts of death and love lost blur my forsight.
but not in my name i hear called so loud
but like a cold wind on a thin crack covered over
forgotten is, ignored are, the words we so strongly shout.
wool is in the ears, snakes are in the grass.
deception covers the phone lines and i have no more questions to ask
Where there are deaths, there's no victory!
You don't liberate a country by turning its soil into debris
not all will be so quiet in other lands our problems are thrust
out of sight but in my mind are the hearts of the loved ones we should send love.
and we stand alone wearing this crown of thorns.
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Crows-An-Wra Cornwall, UK
Progressive punk band from Cornwall, UK.
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