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Evol, I
04:26
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Welcome friends,
We've all come here.
For a cheap thrill.
This place is our drug.
Our one true love.
Only to cast away, what we're afraid of.
What we all should know by now.
Is what we've all been searching for so long.
For so long, courageous temptation, will guide you know further.
And into the whites of your eyes, and so divine in the light.
I'm just tired of reflections, it takes a hold of me.
It takes a hold of me, takes a hold of me.
I'm afraid there's no connection, in anything you think,
you can read in me.
When you move your eyes away.
You'll see through all that's empty.
Now the grace of which you taught.
Has turned into a meaningless glare.
Now it means nothing to me.
Why can't we offer ingenuity.
Taking and tracing our imaging, it seems to be.
It seems to, yet, seems not to be.
Eye strained
I've refrained from listening to me.
So I'm forced to face.
what I cant see.
I'm just tired of reflections, it takes a hold of me.
It takes a hold of me, takes a hold of me.
I'm afraid there's no connection, in anything you think, you can read in me.
You can read in the energy entering me.
It seems I've invited the sun to the night.
The dark wanderers scattered amongst our eyes adjusting.
Its to much for the scales askew.
And the light won't, it won't answer for you.
I'll just fall back to your level and be less of an intellectual.
I see right through your disguise and look into your eyes, it's almost mechanical.
Momentum has a greater hold on me now.
Perpetually receiving memories we see.
Constantly perceiving tendency to blink.
Is traveling through changing lengths of ink.
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2. |
Mirage ft. Charlie Abend
04:29
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I dwell with lost and hate-filled souls.
Watching as they ignite for the wrong reasons.
Are they lost or stuck?
Since they've come to consciousness
There is a burning passion in me, to destroy that, which kills their joy
I intend to love,
And it's alright if you can't see underwater
It seems to me you can swim even farther with your blind ambition
All of this, it used to give me the creeps
I thought they'd be free of inability
I am frozen, I am stuck in the mud
Cause your personas of a child with a gun, c'mon
And it's alright if you can't see underwater
It seems to me you can swim even farther with your blind ambition
It's not too late, it's not too late to find your way
Find your way x3
Won't you find your way out?
Towards the light, I will reach my hands
And I will pull you up, so just take my
Just take my hands
Collecting answers and breathing in, defining the light within
It's difficult to surface quickly
Give up your needs, why hate when you can give?
Why fear when you can live?
Because I dwell with lost and hate-filled souls x4
Why fear?
Cause I dwell with lost and hate-filled souls
Faking to believe in living life without care
Locked inside a vision of a selfish love but I'm right there
Push and climb toward the light in seeing what's far to yourself
So let me pull you out
Locked inside a mirage...
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