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Intro/Crossed and Coiled
02:58
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Declare yourself a beauty saint, bind your wrist and take a dive
Curl your body and feel the water rise, hang your body, on my cross
When you're feeling like it's over what will be your requiem,
Close your eyes and make a wish, that your body has ceased to be
Take a minute, seek a catharsis, realize that it does not exist
Reach out for love
Reach out for hope
Reach out for peace
In the end you get nothing
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Coelum
00:59
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Feel your throat burn
Feel your body rise
Feel the hate fade
No longer feel the hate
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Perdition Grids
03:11
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You open your heart, to crash it yourself
You move out of town, to let yourself down
The city is worthless to you
Self love does not exist
You consume just to feel
You deny what you need
You shut down and everything is not what it seems
You burn my letters, and hope the ashes don't drift on you
You destroy the records, full of songs, that you and i liked,
You memorized my verses, and hope those words don't get stuck on you
Burn my letters and hope those words drift away
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2 Hours Away
02:50
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You took your lips out of state
I stayed with you out of faith
Diving bores fake themselves
Contrived facades built on hype
When you realize what it was it was like you'll know
It didn't have to be this way
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The Aurignacian
02:27
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Took a journey covered in smoke
Dressed in skins of those consumed
We used words like sharpened stones
And blackened barbs meant to wound
We didn't know where we were going
Just that it wouldn't be together
Carving monoliths to depression
Blanketing faces worn by the weather
Keeping your arms at bay
Wrapped around burning stumps
Our faith spelled out on glyphs
Our failures spelled out on glyphs
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Hubris Lost on the Young
01:59
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Our eyes, our hips, our flaws, they clicked
Looking back into our youth, it's so hard for us to see
Pentecostal zeal couldn't keep out hips apart
The hubris of young lust kept our chest-bones interlocked
The anchor of young love embeds itself and rots your core
Our past crashes us, into out lover's beds
Prudeness was a thing unknown to us, and on the cusp of catharsis we both broke down
We broke down
It almost killed us
We tried it again, only to fail, just like the first time, we were defective
The fact that you couldn't feel anything
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