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Funeral
03:39
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Dear sister, hold me close
Try not to drop me on my head again.
There's already too much pain in there,
I don't know where to begin.
Dear sister, hear my pleading words and
Dry my streaming eyes.
Won't you stay with me while I
Try my best, not to die?
Absent mother, do you hear me when I
Cry for you at night?
Sometimes I swear I feel you at my back
Or I smell you in the sunlight.
Wayward mother, I am looking for you though
I know it isn't right.
I need you more than ever now,
Only you can heal this plight.
Father shield me from the funeral pyres,
On the path behind me.
I feel their heat in my chest,
Like an infection that won't rest.
Father won't you heal the hurt that
Your wife left?
Father won't you protect me from the tiny blaze,
That burns behind me?
Father won't you close my eyes,
Shield the sight of a burning child,
From my gaze?
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If I wake at the end of the day
And spend all night, trying to sleep
The little time left is enough to keep
Myself, occupied.
Maybe I'll keep myself locked up,
Inside and away from the ones I love.
Maybe it's better,
To stay away.
Maybe I'll find some form of relief
In the face of the pillow and the tangle of sheets
Maybe I'll find some inner peace
In the sweat and the sorrow and the gnashing of teeth
Well, maybe this is all for nothing
A pointless exercise in basic self-loathing
Maybe I'll find nothing at all
Or all that I was expecting.
But I guess I'll find out before the end of next week,
And if you're still around, maybe we can get a drink?
And I'll see you in the morning,
I'll see you.
And so this goes, for days and weeks
Until suddenly it feels like a total defeat.
There's nothing to come back to,
There's nothing to come back from.
And so the cycle continues of,
Drinking myself to sleep,
Just to wake to vomit stained sheets.
Cold sweating when I'm sober.
Suddenly there was a hand in the dark,
Someone who can maybe help me find a fresh start.
If it wasn't for you who knows where I'd be?
Lost in the sea or maybe six feet deep and now
All I want to do is the same for you,
But it's so fucking hard when you don't seem to want to
See a light at all,
See a light at all.
But I guess I'll find out before the end of next week,
And if you're still around, maybe we can get a drink
And I'll see you in the morning,
I'll see you.
I'll see you.
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3. |
Life As Reprise
05:40
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4. |
Death By A Thousand Cuts
03:57
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There's a sun diving behind a sea in the west.
The clouds weeping gentle loneliness.
"Why must we spend every night apart?
"Why must the moon come between us?"
There's a sun peaking over a range in the east,
The empty sky tastes like bitter defeat.
"Why must you always turn and flee?
"Why must the wind carry you away from me?"
They say no one's an island, but I disagree.
We are isles of misery, on stormy seas.
Every sideways glance is a paper cut,
So, stare me down and don't pull me up.
There's no need to rescue me,
I'd rather die right here and make a grave of the sea.
We all die a death of a thousand cuts,
We all run out of sap to stop the blood.
We all die a death of a thousand cuts.
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