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The Last of Us
01:29
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We are the heavyhearted. The last of a dying breed. We've held our tongues for far too long. No voice with which to speak. They've taken the passion from you. Silver tongues conceal their teeth, but they can never take your heart away. You are only what you choose to believe. You are only what you choose to be.
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Soleil
03:39
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Will I never see the sun again? It seems you've grown content with the distance. Still, you insist this was never meant for me. It was never meant to be. A reminder of my self-fulfilling defeat. Always waiting to come apart. Can't you just follow your heart? Always reaching for all that you've lost, instead of holding on to all that you've got. And now the last of light and life alike have taken flight across the sand and sea, but these city streets still cling to aging memories, unresolved and incomplete. I saw the light leave your eyes. So far away. So distant. So bright. And when the last of the sunlight has withdrawn from the coast, it reminds you that you've always been alone. Although you're always on your own, there's always something left to lose. I felt the emptiness creeping up inside my skin and I saw the hopelessness behind your eyes. It follows me everywhere. It dictates all the choices I have made, and ever since that day, I find no comfort in this place... so I just keep pushing the world away. I may feel it burning bright off in the distance every now and then, but I'll never see the sun again. I never meant to push the world away, but it's left me all the same.
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Create/Sustain
04:32
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In this crowded basement, we speak with compassion and open arms. In this crowded basement, we speak with conviction and heavy hearts. Is it always out of reach? Every word that we spoke? Every chord? Every note? Every memory... always (out of reach.) Scattered to the wind. Unable to rescind. Is it always out of reach? What's dead is never gone if you refuse to let it leave. All of this time, this has survived by our will alone. What's dead is never gone if you refuse to let it go. But what we had could never last. I should leave it in the past and let it go. How can you truly feel alive when your whole life has been defined by all the things you've left behind? And I refuse to follow suit. I refuse to find a substitute for anyone who leaves. I keep the feeling on repeat until it becomes a part of me. Another photograph that you've captured in a frame. It was never meant to stay, but I'd do anything to keep it... all the same. I refuse. This will never fade away. Every chord. Every note. Every memory. Give me something to believe, anything to convince me that this isn't always out of reach. Is it always? Is it always? Is it always out of reach? Is this always out of reach? This will never fade away. Was there something that we missed? Something we could never fix? Was it lost somewhere along the way? Here, then gone, without a trace? Buried under bridges and debris? Did it take the best of me and leave the rest of me to face the world alone?
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This World Has Teeth
05:48
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He sits alone and waits for death cause he's got nothing left. And he screams out loud, can anybody hear me now? Anyone at all? But no one hears a sound. He spent his life face to face with the things he lost and never could replace. He doesn't believe in much at all these days, so he waits for the current to take him away. How could anybody bear that weight? How could you stand up straight, take it in stride and keep your head held high? He tried to face those fears, but it was all too clear that this emptiness would never subside. Is there no compassion here? Was it lost somewhere along the way? Just another tortured soul unable to make it's way through such a desperate world. So he sits alone and waits for death. He waits, cause he's got nothing left. And he screams out loud, can anybody hear me now? Anyone at all? Slipping into exodus. You're a coward, but not enough to disappear. Was it the end of everything that you've ever loved? Was it failure or defeat? Was it the distance or the lack thereof? Was it those nights, dragging on? No sleep. No relief would ever come. Was it regret? Was there anything you could've done? Was it the empty of alone, or never having strength to let it go? Is it everything that you've come to know and was it unavoidable? He spent his life face to face with the things he lost and never could replace. How could anybody bear that weight? So he sits alone, because he's come to know this world has teeth.
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We cling to hope. Its distant glow has left me empty and alone. Searching for something, anything to call my own. But the sun is gone and I can barely breathe. But I will mend and learn to live again someday. I have to believe that the clouds will part and their shadows will throw themselves into the sea. They've thrown themselves into the sea. So far from the coast, I never gave up the ghost. It haunts my head and it follows me. A life I've lived without reprieve. I never felt so alone. I buried my fears inside my chest and I've come to terms with what was left. I remember the way the light would fade and make this place seem so still, as if nothing's changed and nothing ever will. A life unlived is no life at all. Walked through a wall of defeat as it rose like flowers stretching out to reach the sun. I will mend and learn to live again, someday. The empty of alone has left me clinging to hope. The empty of alone has left me awaiting the inevitable. And so, we cling to hope. Its distant glow begins to grow and burn away the empty of alone that I've come to know. We are the heavyhearted. The last of a dying breed. We've held our tongues for far too long. No voice with which to speak. They've taken the passion from you. Silver tongues concealing their teeth, but they can never take your heart away. You are only what you choose to believe. You are only what you choose to believe. You are only what you choose to be. So we rise from nothing. Our hearts begin to mend. I will walk through the fire. I will see the sun again.
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Past is Prologue
07:36
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You sat there silent, without making a sound. Lips pressed between those syllables you could never get out. Was it just another fiction derived from your head? Another attempt to make amends with what was meant but never said? I'll never know. How can you make amends with the dead? How can you just pretend? Is it easier to fake it? Is it easier than letting go? What's done is done. What's gone is gone. Will we find a way to carry on? A way to break the silence, to remind us where it is that we belong. What's done is done. What's gone is gone. Will we find a way to carry on? What's done is done. What's gone is gone. Show me a sign. What's done is done. Show me a sign. What's gone is gone. Just keep me alive long enough to see this through. Show me a sign. What's done is done. Show me a sign. What's gone is gone. Just keep me alive, long enough to see it through. For the first time in your life, see this through. Every path laid out before you. Every choice another chance for us to speak. We watch our failures fading off into the distance. Every step brings us further and further from defeat. And I believe that what you thought that you'd left behind all this time, in fact, has never left your side. And just when you think that it's gone, it climbs your spine to remind you that it's been here all along. We are defined by so much more than the choices that we've made. We are defined by the lives we've touched along the way. Now forever changed. We are never the same. Our preconceptions are lost in the wake of our mistakes. Have we come full circle? We are never the same. Every choice that we make, every word that we speak, is a chance to believe in something. The rest are silent, but we speak. So tired. So scared. Afraid of moving forward, and yet, so terrified of standing still. Is this how we'll be remembered? Not for what we've done, but for that which we've avoided altogether? Without any sort of cadence or closure? It lingers somewhere deep beneath our chests, as it claws its way up and down our throats in search of breath. And I may have forgotten just how much this meant, but I won't make the same mistakes again. What's done is done. What's gone is gone. We found a way to carry on. We found a way to carry on without you.
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