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Remnants
03:54
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Like an old machine, flecked with rust
I hang my head in shame, amongst the rubble and dust
I would give my all, just to keep you near
But what is left, when the smoke clears?
A constant struggle for belonging, I just feel so lost
My heart, it yearns to find a purpose, no matter what the cost
This is the furthest from home, that I’ve ever been
Will I find my way, or stay forever in between?
Like an old machine, flecked with rust
I hang my head in shame, amongst the rubble and dust
I would give my all, just to keep you near
But what is left, when the smoke clears?
My love, it burns for you, but it was never built to last
Much like my bleak foundations, I’m falling fast
My mind’s engraved with your image, like a picture frame
But it’s so naive, you’d never feel the same
Like an old machine, flecked with rust
I hang my head in shame, amongst the rubble and dust
I would give my all, just to keep you near
But what is left, when the smoke clears?
I’m losing any semblance of sanity
Left with broken remnants of who I used to be
All I have are thoughts of finding somewhere I belong
The air is getting shorter, can I just hold on?
Like an old machine, flecked with rust
I hang my head in shame, amongst the rubble and dust
I would give my all, just to keep you near
But what is left, when the smoke clears?
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2. |
Getting There
04:14
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The sheets upon my bed, weigh me down like lead
Breaking every promise, too many thoughts unsaid
Confined within myself, questioning my health
Reveals my indiscretions, I need to become something else
And all I see, is a portrait of who I want to be
To anyone who cares,
Although I’m not where I want to be just yet,
I’m getting there
Despite my best intentions, I fell into regression
I need to find my feet, and build a new sense of direction
At war with apathy, the ghost in the machine
I strive to make amendments, and to show you what I mean
And all I see, is a portrait of who I want to be
To anyone who cares,
Although I’m not where I want to be just yet,
I’m getting there
And all I see, is a portrait of who I want to be
To anyone who cares,
Although I’m not where I want to be just yet,
I’m getting there
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3. |
Lian Yu
06:44
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Oh, the island is waking
There’s no escaping anymore
Oh, the tides are breaking
Against the edge of the shore
Oh, my mind is a prison
Of my own creation
Oh, I am the reason
For my own isolation
It’s been five years alone
Far, far from home
In this crucible of flesh, and bone
I don’t know where to go
Oh, the walls are closing in
And I’m gasping for air
Oh, the demon’s now within
And I feel like he belongs there
Oh, I struggle for forgiveness
In a land of regret
Oh, will I ever make a difference?
Or will everyone forget?
It’s been five years alone
Far, far from home
In this crucible of flesh, and bone
I don’t know where to go
It’s been five years alone
Far, far from home
In this crucible of flesh, and bone
I don’t know where to go
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Aaron Hastings Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK
North East DIY Acoustic Punk est. 2015
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