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The Final Scene
04:34
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It comes with a whimper
The end is so much simpler than our dreams
The quiet and unholy unresolved final scene
It comes with an aching
The swift and sudden breaking of our minds
The love that goes before us and the love that stays behind
I, I don’t wanna be born again
I, I don’t wanna be born again, I don’t wanna be born again
I don’t wanna be born… again
It comes with a freedom
The true and tragic treason of our hearts
To know the ending of this sweet charade before it starts
I, I don’t wanna be born again
I, I don’t wanna be born again, I don’t wanna be born again
I don’t wanna be born… again
Let me down easy, let me down easy
Let me down easy, let me down easy
Let me down easy, let me down easy
Ah, don’t let me down
The quiet and unholy unresolved
The quiet and unholy unresolved
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Memories and Dust
03:55
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Staring at the hollow sky – pale blue and gray
The skyline in the city lights taunting unafraid
Defiant in its decadence, sinful in its sweet
A ritual parade of passions pounding to the beat
She breaks for the horizon line, panting in the heat
Fleeing from the symmetry, all the white lines in the street
Her thoughts are dizzy, dancing wild, spinning in the sun
Floating in the fragrant wind of memories and dust
Memories and dust
Memories and dust
Vultures spinning overhead, she stumbles to the dirt
Waiting patient in the wind, she surrenders to the earth
They sink their claws into the flesh, so innocent and young
Fading to the emptiness of memories and dust
Memories and dust
Memories and dust
Memories and dust
Memories and dust
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Floating, Drifting
04:41
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Crows floated high above my head
Broken bones and bleeding hope – so eager for the scent
Fear brought my body to its knees
War parades and slavery chains as silent as the breeze
War parades and slavery chains as silent as the breeze
But in my dreams – peaceful as the open sea
Floating, drifting aimlessly
Floating, drifting aimlessly
Lies spread like cancer in my brain
Taught my sons that the different ones are the source of all my pain
Rage like a tantrum from a child
Reminds me that our innocence is nothing more than pride
Reminds me that my innocence is nothing more than pride
But in my dreams – peaceful as the open sea
Floating, drifting aimlessly
Floating, drifting aimlessly
Floating, drifting aimlessly, aimlessly
But in my dreams – peaceful as the open sea
Floating, drifting aimlessly
Floating, drifting aimlessly
Floating, drifting aimlessly
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4. |
Awakening
03:48
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Breathe in, deeply, until it stings
Like the last breath of a New Year’s Eve
Tethered to the same old fears
The saltwater stain of a stone cold tear
Breathe in, deeply, until it stings
Like the first kiss of the blissfully young
The first hit of the blissfully numb
Awakening to the dying dawn
I’m ready for the rivers to run
Ready for the rivers to run, ah-ah
Breathe in, deeply, until it stings
Like the bone ache of a coming rain
The blue-gray of a burgeoning spring
The washing away of everything
I’m ready for the rivers to run
Ready for the rivers to run, ah-ah
I’m ready for the rivers to run
Ready for the rivers to run, ah-ah
Ready for the rivers to run
Rotting from the inside out
Ready for the rivers to run
Rotting from the inside out
Ready for the rivers to run
Rotting from the inside out
Rotting from the inside out
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Beautiful Light
04:28
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She dances alone in the shadow of Freedom
Blue-light bonfires of plastic and glass
Softly she spins as the summer begins
And the West World collapses in a beautiful mess
The West World collapses in a beautiful mess
She dances alone in abandoned arcades
Holes in her shoes and a secondhand dress
Softly she sways in an elegant way
As the ceiling collapses in a beautiful mess
The ceiling collapses in a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
The absence of hope and the stale smell of love
Both rotting, forgotten in the quick of the night
The ghosts of our children – The Last Generation
Dissolve and disperse into beautiful light
Dissolve and disperse into beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Into beautiful light, ah
Into beautiful light
Into beautiful light, beautiful light
Into beautiful light, beautiful light
Into beautiful light
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The End Will Come
03:31
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Cough up the smoke from deep within my lungs
Anarchist fire that sits on the tip of my tongue
It's been years since I've seen the sun
My body is bruised and bleeding for love
But I know the end
The end will come, ah-ah, ah-ah
The end will come, ah-ah, ah-ah
Bullets and bombshells, screams and scars
The innocent young whose names are burned on my heart
It's been years since I've seen the stars
My body is bruised and falling apart
But I know the end
The end will come, ah-ah, ah-ah
The end will come, ah-ah, ah-ah
The end will come, ah-ah, ah-ah
The end will come, ah-ah, ah-ah
The end will come, ah-ah, ah-ah
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Holden Laurence Cleveland, Ohio
"Blends Mope-rock, Post-punk, & New Wave deftly with bittersweet tone & cinematic delivery." - Cleveland Scene
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