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Tristan da Cunha
03:32
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Standing, but leaning
wounded, still steering:
I have lost before I found.
When we spit in each other's mouth will we fix what we forgot about? Constantly running uphill,
feet buried in the sand.
Drifting, I'm parting, counting the hours, the weeks and the months - a scythe in its shed.
(Drifting, I'm parting) In this constant December I'm losing my senses.
I'm doing just fine.
For what is our's to keep, I ignore all but me. I'll try to figure it out, please bear with me. A body of men.
Break me, break my isolation.
(Break me) Cave my ribs, teach me confidence.
I have lost before I found.
When we spit in each other's mouth will we fix what we forgot about? Constantly running uphill,
feet buried in the sand. Drifting, I'm parting, counting the hours, the weeks and the months - a scythe in its shed in this constant December.
Standing, but leaning
wounded, still steering.
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Somersault
03:53
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Like dots we seem connected
when only distance counts
but we will never meet
we will never touch.
There's a dagger in your gist
Birth won't matter as dirt won't bleed.
Hate will shatter as our hearts still beat.
I want this, I want this.
Death to all indifference.
I want this to end.
I will never
understand the
pride of ignorance.
All of this is covered in our father's ashes.
Can you recognize the view.
I guess everything given and built
can be taken away
I guess every shining light
can fade with the blink of an eye.
I will never
understand the
pride of ignorance.
Is this humanity?
Is this what we've signed up for?
I keep waiting
for salvation,
I will never
stand next to you.
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Belka Hamburg, Germany
R.I.P.
Screamo/Post-Hardcore band from Hamburg, Germany.
Contact:
belkapunx at riseup dot net
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