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01 - Intro
01:21
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02 - In Volumes
03:00
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I guess it was just in the family, In the bones, the marrow and bloodstream.
Can we ever stop just wandering these halls?
Looking for the writing you left on the walls?
Etching my name into yours, letters becoming one
In volumes, I’m so unsure of what I've done
I guess it was just in the family,
In the bones,
the marrow and bloodstream.
(Family it’s in the blood)
When will we ever stop
wandering these halls?
Looking for the writing
you left on the walls?
(Family, it’s in the blood)
Can we talk some more about the same things we did before you were gone, and I was laying on the front lawn,
day dreaming and asking you why the clouds looked like I could reach them. And you told me I could if I were
like you, gone to a better place, a higher place, and not drowning in the hallways like I was
Lost in grievance x3
Fuck
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03 - Leaving Dystopia
02:46
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I’m a manifestation of nihilism
and the infection is deep in my skin
Growing through my sinews
In servitude to the sedative
Is this what it means to be addicted to non-belief?
This feeling is burrowing through my veins
Creeping through my body, into my brain
If I had my faith in anything,
I’d put it in the hope that I could believe
In servitude to the sedative
A fabrication of idealism
Dreaming of gods,
and the people that claim to have made them
I’m a product of dystopia
The feeling is burrowed deep in my veins
This feeling is burrowing through my veins
Creeping through my body, into my brain
If I had any faith in anything, I’d put it in the hope that I could believe
In servitude to the sedative
A fabrication of idealism
I’m a product of dystopia
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04 - End
00:31
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