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Bring color to
The vast unending gray
Life anticipated
In the right light
What felt like more
Time lost
Little agitated
But in the right light
I loved it all
Am I hesitating?
Think twice
Yeah, you know me well
Procrastinating
It's pizza night at party palace
Bring color to
The vast unending gray
Breakdown when things really matter
Then dig through to each other's sadness
Try to grow from the pain
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Hurricane J - At All
04:38
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If I could speak
To you
And my words
Could penetrate through
Your walls...
I'd say stop right there
This love is leading nowhere
If I could peel back my skin
You would see the wreckage
That lies herein
And the pain
It comes in waves, it's true
But you are not evil
You know not what you do
No you are not evil
Though it's evil you do
And your fingers were once like
Matches to my skin
Now they hang lifeless
Like self-defense weapons
And we lie in this room
And we don't say a word
'cause we have nothing to say anymore
Dare I tried to touch you
Dare I tried to love you
Dare I try at all
And you say
Your love just disappeared
And you can hardly stand
The weight of your guilt
And you
Have just been faking it for years
And you hope
I never know this feeling
Yes you hope
I never know the feeling
Well stop right there
This love is leading nowhere
And each of your words
Strikes at my core
Setting fire to my blood
Setting fire to my bones
And I cannot breath
I cannot breath
You ripped the heart from my chest
But its still beating
And I'll hope you never know this feeling
Yes, I'll hope you never know this feeling
Dare you find a lover
Dare you try to love her
Damn you if you ever try
At all
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Got a letter from our general declaring war
Waged with plastic sword toothpicks from the dollar store
In a walled out hideout in the Bering sea
Drifting aimlessly hopeless with salt in our hangnails
Turn the radio to four
I don’t need it anymore
Watched eons go by on a computer screen
And the DVDs packed up in VHS cases
Mean something to someone that’s no one at all
Like Mulder and Scully and all of their Martians
Turn the radio to four
I don’t need anymore
But I can’t be slow to conscious
All the times and they’re won
No I can’t be one too slow to conscious
All the times
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Out of contact, withering will
The grey matter decaying till
Interaction, without appeal
Is imitating other faces to feel
No remorse is found in a heart filled
Save inspiration from it getting killed
The bitter harvest of a barren field
That separates what was from what's unreal
The night comes to remind oneself, you know the deal
The right wounds justify themselves until they heal
From inside a head left filled with space
Once dedicated to what she'd relate
There is a quiet you'll come to hate
When just the echo of goodbye remains
Existential fear has no larger teeth
Than watching empathy turn into grief
And understanding that you can't keep
A flame from flickering if it's out of reach
The right wound, self-inflicted though you cannot fake
The right move being what you wish you didn't take
Cause when the night comes and the only warmth that you can feel
Is the right wound when you let it bleed so it won't heal
Won't let it heal
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Holy Organs Music Co. Seattle, Washington
Music production company & collective of Seattle and Los Angeles-based musicians, producers & mixers.
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