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Pulse
02:32
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I can hear you through the walls
Your mourning masks, the blood in my ears
Our pulses match
Our breathing phases
I am holding onto nothing
I am holding onto nothing
Knot in my stomach, lost the rhythm
Can you see me in the dark?
You're crawling back, for sustenance
My fingers catch
My breathing races
We are holding on despite ourselves
I am holding onto nothing
Knot in my stomach, lost the rhythm
I am holding onto nothing
Taken my body, lost all feeling
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Leviathan
02:31
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The inconsistent beat of mechanical perplexity
On the National Express, crawling through the nowhere suburbs of my subconsciousness
The surreal performance art of banality
I write my name in the condensation on the window but it slowly fades away
It disappears into a metaphor for dissociation
We witness the fragments of sporadic acts of violence
We join the coexisting sheets of past, present, future
We descend in controlled chaos and reemerge under chaotic control
We reach the end and start again
And the beat goes on
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Whole
02:01
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Should I explain, to you or anyone
When I'm to blame
And it's easier to lead you on
I'm tired of wanting something I can never have
I'm all made up, and worn down
I'll shrug it off when you're wrong
Character pantomime
I'm tired of wanting something I can never have
The words I give you when you touch me you can never undo
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4. |
Pissed Away
02:16
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Pissed away
All the goodwill you could have hoped for
But that's okay
'Cause there's someone else around the corner
But I'll still see you all the time
Pissed away
All the friendships you could have asked for
The same neglect
Feels different now you're not depressed
You breathe them in and spit them out
Now you don't talk; they don't come round
Another person; still the same flaws
Your body, Ship of Theseus
Rotten wooden core
Like you were never even here
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5. |
Life In The Third Person
09:55
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My life in the third person
Viewed from a distance
I was on the opposite side to persistence
Your words defined my actions
Everything else
Drifted into a memory, stored on the shelf
Going with the perpetual motion
Echoes from the chamber
Say your name and define the outlines of our uncertain future
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Ghost Office Belfast, UK
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