1. |
Gaea(intro)
02:26
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2. |
Oblivescence
04:27
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I don't want to lose it all
I know I might
Have to make the memories fall
Into ashes now
For I held so long my haven
To go when I
Felt the cruel, troubling days
The ones here today
'Cause we all change like the bugs in a day
We're bound to fold
Still it always seems better
The view looking back
And I'll never be the same
They never said life could be so strange
Some worse than mine yet the pain's the same
I'm still not sure, but this is the only way
Tonight I'll have three or four more
To try and see through those eyes
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3. |
Different Skies
02:21
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You showed me the sky
And all it had to offer
The sun rays unbent
They never did
Until you had gone
I've seen the clouds of gray and white
They pull me back when I think of you
All this time's been one way
The sun hangs outside
Won't understand
Why we feel so cold
Do these thoughts reach out?
Do you feel any of it?
Should I just end this song?
When you took off
Your mark remained
Didn't know then
But I know it now
I don't know why I still think of you
Nothing has changed since you got here
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4. |
Callous End
02:19
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5. |
Black Fluorescence
03:50
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Amplified
My thoughts are bleeding
Not a stride
The now is fleeting
I'm done
Dreaming
Of the life I can have tonight
There's no
Reason
To think of the future now
'Cause when I go
I'll be gone
Not invisible
And I'm not the only one
At least I could admit
Time to die
It won't be long
So why try?
It might be wrong
I've come
To learn
My actions are not mine alone
Lets go
Right now
Tomorrow is fabricated
All of these words
Hold no truth
And none ever will
When they sound the knell
Only then will feel what's true
'Cause our minds will not know it
Can you feel it?
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