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Micah
05:44
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Summer ended with a splash
A splash of blood across our faces
Blood like warpaint for battles
Trying to make sense
Make sense of the horizon
The sunset’s exactly like the one yesterday
Devoid of feeling
Praying for a painless death
And an easy mourning
Justice is a concept
God doesn’t understand
The earth is too smart for the meaning of it all
Thinking big nothings
That make existence bearable
The sun is a big ball of violence and change
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2. |
Palm Tree
03:37
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Pushing away the silence
Silence where the fire once cracked
As if a lion roared
My veins are dried out
Naked pale flesh shivered
In the grass wet with morning dew
I stared into distant eyes
Of a day old sun
Listen to your brave spit
Exit through your mouth
In hopes of filling the void with real emotion
And promises of wealth
It already rained
And you left to stand underneath a palm tree
It was nothing no one nowhere
Was left to be found
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3. |
La Luz
02:02
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4. |
La Salvación
03:45
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Quisiera contemplar
La manera en que tus pensamientos
Se convierten en historias
Y sonrisas voraces
Y yo te mira ahí
Como si un halo fulminante
Se desprendiera de tu piel
Quisiera vivir ahí
Eres la luz
La salvación
El desorden
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5. |
Invierno De Vacío
05:13
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Fin
Este es el fin
Como una ola de mar
Que fue espuma en las guijarras
Vista borrosa
Todo sabe como llanto
Perfume de lilas en el aire
Hojas de otoño
Crujiendo a nuestros pies
Una mañana de ayer
Terminó
Como todo al final
En un invierno de vacío
Sufrir
Extinguir la luz
Angustia al desconocer
Algo que no es oscuridad
Mi boca seca
Sabe a un manantial de mar
Varado en el camino
Tú, tus ojos cambian
Al percibir ese temor
De conocer el mismo amanecer
Una breve luz
Y una ola a la distancia
Este es el fin
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6. |
Flight
02:11
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7. |
The Birdwatcher
07:57
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I couldn’t hear it anymore
Her words annoyed me to no end
But it wasn’t her fault
Walking through the park
Watching the birds fly free
A veil of sorrow for myself
I felt misery over me
Isolation
Can’t betray me
Send me flowers
She tries to see me as a hero
I’m anything but heroic
I’ve been wasting my affection
On flowers that never grow
There's only one in a reflection
Hard to take a math lesson
There’s no songs written about heroes without action
Or for those watching the birds
The future is unwritten
Unless someone sits down to write it
Better be a friendly hand with fresh ink
Rather than a mirror with a dagger
Badly remembered
Wrongly accused
A romance that lasts decades
And only brings you hatred
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