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Empty Vessel
03:13
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If you scratch the surface, you won't have far to go
to find my open empty hand
And if you tear the seam, the rest is sure to follow
Take me for what I am
Blood and muscle
Skin and bone
An empty vessel
A happy home
Fear and doubt
A crooked smile
I hope I
Am worth your while
Every crack and crevasse, every dividing line
You can draw them in my mind
Follow me to places I can't hide
burn it out from the inside
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2. |
Song For Ian Stark
02:43
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His options running out, he ran away from home.
Lost but but forgotten with nothing left to own.
Dropped across county lines. Bruised and battered down.
Addiction taking hold.
The cold cut to the bone. And then it cut him down.
Huddled in a stairwell with no one else around.
The whisky didn't warm but I hope it eased the pain.
Did it even make a sound?
How many will die hungry, broke, and beset?
How many will follow pushed aside without regret?
How often do I wake safe, warm, and loved?
Sometimes I forget.
We take for granted every day, this bluff on which we tread.
The fall from grace is short. The vultures all well fed.
Disheartened though we are, we take power from this pain.
For we did not know the person but now we know his name.
Now we know his name.
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3. |
Slow Jam
03:56
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Is this the best that we can do?
Just pry ourselves out of bed?
Find a job that we don't hate
Give up, grow up, and hate each other instead?
Like a stinger left behind
A poisoned well from which we drink
Shut your shit-storm of a mouth
Some silence helps you think
I remember your room
Drinking coffee to pass the time
I didn't even know your name
now you cringe when you hear mine
Sometimes I'm glad you're gone
Sometimes I wish you'd call
Never asking, never wondering
Or is there nothing left at all?
Maybe we'll do better next time.
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4. |
Leech
02:10
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I have walked alone, I have fallen to my knees
I have made it out alive, despite myself
But these arms of mine can't lift half of what they want
Still struggling to ask for help
Like the winter moon, I hear you calling out my name
And my strength comes rushing like a flood
If you pick me up, I'll carry you some day
Just know that I may draw some blood
Dear friend of mine,
I'll ask in time
Bleed me
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