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Verney
04:58
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001. Vernay - Farewell to you, I guess that we both didn't know how much this valuable lesson would affect the conscience within. The confused image I held made a mistake I would go through again, just to get it right this time around. So I will sit back and forever wait for your re-acceptance, which will never come. So farewell to you. I know the scars in my memory are much deeper than the scars in yours.
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Portfolio of Time
04:54
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002. Portfolio of Time - Is there somewhere you know, a place that I can go? How long can I keep this up? This fake exterior is only so thick. Trying to escape this present time only brings hope of a beautiful past. A starved friendship tastes only as sweet as you dream it to be.
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Transparency
05:33
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003. Transparency - A feather of hope, holding so much weight on its frail stem. I watched it drift slowly to the ground, drifting and falling to the ground, to choke on the blade, and swallow it down would be worth it for me. To swallow the fire and choke it down, there is nothing that can cool the fire in our throats. There is nothing that can cool the fire in our throats as we all drift to the ground. Drifting and falling to the ground, we can go.
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Arsenal of Sleep
04:45
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004. (Arsenal of Sleep) - Rushing like a vicious stream, its jagged piece of broken glass scrapes the jigsaw of my head. It helps to piece the weathered puzzle. I breathed it in and soaked it up. It grasps me and quickens my trails. My lungs are empty. Please help me breathe. I breathed it in, and it grasps me. There is somewhere I know, a place. A place that we can go.
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Burning Bridges
07:22
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005. Burning Bridges - Take each breath deeper than the last, because seeing what's real can only damage an engine that was once so strong. These words make their way to the edge of my mouth. These words scrape the tip of my lips and crawl back inside. I can feel the fire building in my chest. Please tear me open and find out everything. I have waited to write our chapters. This pen is out of ink, these pages are torn, this book has turned to ash.
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Crimson Fetch Cape Coral, Florida
post-hardcore experimental from Cape Coral, FL. [2002-2004]
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