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Leave No Witnesses
02:16
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Sticks and stones may break my bones but you can't kill what is already dead.
I’m an amputee on a bloody tree, but I wish these stones could cleanse my head.
No witnesses. No witnesses. No witnesses.
I'll eat this world alive.
No witnesses. No witnesses. No witnesses.
I'll leave the core behind.
Kill my fame, take my name, throw everything away.
Take my words, feed ‘em to the birds,
I’ll use my hands to make my heart convey.
I am the witness. I am the witness. I am the witness.
To speak the truth and say.
I am the witness, and you will witness this, I am the witness.
Until my final day.
Take my sins and burn ‘em out of my mind.
I'll light the fire and watch the old man die.
Though I may fall ten thousand times,
I am reborn and I will always rise.
Witnesses. Witnesses. Witnesses.
We are the sticks and stones.
Witnesses. Witnesses. Witnesses.
We will rebuild our bones.
We are the sticks and stones.
We are the bones.
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Transplanted
02:43
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Take me into the garden where I was sprouted and water my thirsty soul.
Beneath the dirt and earthworms to where my heart yearns for my roots to hold.
I can’t breathe with this disease.
Save me from my depression and my decision to wrestle with contempt.
Break me of my aggression, teach me salvation so that I may repent.
Lay me down, my spirit cannot rest within this barren ground.
Lifeless.
I seek peace, but my dreams never grant me sleep.
I was born of the earth and to the earth I return.
From the womb I was birthed, into the womb of the urn.
From ashes to ashes and dust into dust,
Us thieves fall prey to the mouth of the moth and the greed of the rust.
Transplant my spirit into the garden where it was sprouted and water my thirsty soul.
Beneath the dirt and earthworms to where my heart yearns for my roots to take hold.
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3. |
(Re)Morse Code
04:19
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Is this a gift or a curse, a floral painted hearse.
Bandage my feet as I walk through fire.
Though I fall prey to the flame, the ashes of my name
I am not a hostage to my selfish desire.
The rays of the sun speak in whispered tones,
Reminding my skin of the brittle bones.
Buried within, call my empty body your home.
Our anguish speaks to the rhythm of morse code.
Our remorse grows in the silence of being alone.
For a moment I look back to remind myself,
Where I came from and where I will go.
To the ends of the earth and beyond, into the fading light.
Over the edge to walk into the unknown.
The rays of the sun speak in whispered tones,
Reminding my skin of the brittle bones.
Buried within, call my empty body your home.
Our anguish speaks to the rhythm of morse code.
Our remorse grows in the silence of being alone.
Take captive every thought that rings out of me deceitful,
And force this camel on broken knees through the eye of the needle.
Purge out my chest and purify my mind.
Break my spine and crucify my pride.
I’ve been seeking peace within myself for so long that I’ve forgotten what it’s like just to breath freely outside.
It seems like every forward step that I claim upon this mountain is met with the ghost of failure trailing close behind.
Some days it feels like my regrets will be far too big of a burden for me to shoulder.
But when I look back upon the child I once was, I can see how strong I’ve become as I’ve grown older.
Father, I will press on and I will follow in your footsteps as best as I possibly can.
But I ask one thing in return, that when I fall, as I know I will,
Please give me the strength so I can stand.
This is a gift not a curse, the healing always hurts.
But you will become someone so much stronger.
Never let go or give up, don’t forget the songs you learn.
And peace will guide you as you grow older.
Our anguish speaks to the rhythm of morse code.
Our remorse grows in the silence of being alone.
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4. |
iSoulated
05:27
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Can anyone hear me?
Can you hear my voice?
I need someone to answer when I call out into the darkness.
I’m desperate to find someplace I can hide myself from myself and the loneliness that plagues my mind.
Why am I so afraid to be in this room with no one else?
I just need someone to listen when I am dying inside.
I’m forever looking in, standing on the outside.
Why won’t you let me in? I need somewhere safe to hide.
I’m sick and tired of being the victim.
I can’t help but feel like the problem is me.
But I’ve done nothing wrong to deserve this.
I need a medic now because I can’t stop from bleeding out.
God, can you hear me crying out for your help in my time of need.
God, are you there are you even listening to the cries of your seed?
If you can hear my voice then know that you’re not alone.
I’m forever looking in, standing on the outside.
Why won’t you let me in? I need somewhere safe to hide.
There’s no hope for me, I’ve lost everything.
The air I’m forced to breathe is slowly choking me.
I’m stepping off the edge, there’s no going back.
I’m giving up my ghost to find any kind of peace.
You never listen to me.
There is no going back home now, I’m already wasting away inside.
I’m forever looking in, waiting on the outside.
Why won’t you let me in? I am yours and you are mine.
You still have a choice, I’ve got a perfect plan.
Just breath in and breath out and breath in again.
Why won’t you take my hand? I’m always here for you.
Please just take my hand and I swear that we will see this through to the end.
I’m always here for you. I am always here.
I’m always here for you where there is nothing left for you to fear.
Can’t you see that you and me are both drowning beneath the digital sea?
Take my hand and we will stand upon the land that was built by the fears of the damned.
Shut your mouth, open your heart
There are people around you who are dying inside.
I need them and they need me.
We were made to be free, we are a family.
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5. |
Shallow Waters
04:30
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She creaks and groans as the vessel moans, whispers “the waves will raise your home.”
I was buried at the bottom of the ocean floor and I can hear Davy Jones knocking on my front door.
Let the water pour between your teeth, child.
And drown the fear that drives your soul wild.
Now is not the time for us to pursue the demons that swarm beneath you.
Daggers fill my mouth, my veins are gunpowder, I wish my conscience would speak a little bit louder.
Unchain my leg, and you will see, when wave meets ship, what I truly believe.
I can’t contain my fury and rage, my eyes are set to kill the first man they meet.
Someone take control before it’s too late, there’s a fire in my brain and coal fills my rib cage.
Let the water pour between your teeth, child.
And drown the fear that drives your soul wild.
Now is not the time for us to pursue those demons that swarm
Back and forth and forth and back and back and forth and forth and back and forth again.
Tonight’s your nightmare.
I strain my neck so far that I can see my own spine crack.
O’ God show me mercy.
There’s no calm or solace for the dishonest.
Be sure your sins will find you out, no rain falls in a drought.
We watched a snake drown in shallow waters, with no legs to lift his tiny head.
Consider the old man dead.
The old is passed away.
Behold I make all things new.
Baptize my soul through your holy fire.
May my mind be refined.
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6. |
Doubtfull
04:19
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I’m losing track of time, maybe losing my mind.
Watch the world pass me by, chasing after dreams to keep themselves occupied.
For a little bit longer I’ll keep treading water, holding onto a hope that maybe I can still survive.
I’ve thrown myself into the flame, hoping that the scars will conceal my shame,
To mute the voices inside my head, I can never sleep in my bed.
I can’t calm your shaking hands when they’re grasping another man’s.
This pain that fills my chest, why am I nothing like the rest?
I don’t fit in but is my loneliness a sin?
I speak peace for humanity but I doubt myself and my sanity,
I must escape this duality, me versus me fatality.
Am I attractive to anyone, or a specimen for comparison?
She says yes, but she turns her head.
Maybe I’ll look beautiful dead.
I’m unfit to bare your name, my soul is soaked in sheer disdain.
I don’t know if I’m okay, my mind is slipping into a prison of eternal decay.
I don’t fit in but is my loneliness a sin?
I can’t swim.
Can’t you see that Loneliness is the shark?
There’s blood in the water and there’s blood on the altar.
Loneliness is in my heart.
Loneliness tears us apart.
Can't you see that Loneliness is the shark?
Does any of this even really matter, because if so then why am I always so unconfident with who I am?
Why do I work so hard to progress, when internally I feel like I can barely stand?
There’s nothing left for me to say and there’s nothing left for me to do.
My last and only true chance of redemption completely lies with you.
It lies with you.
Our fears and doubts are temporary
We need to speak more transparently
And bring to light the things that we are questioning because there’s nothing wrong with our disbelief.
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7. |
Bone Thief
05:24
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I’ve been running for miles and miles and miles, looking for a safe place to hide.
But the fear crawling up my spine whispers that the creature is only one step behind me.
Take my heart and divide it among the thieves.
Bury my bones beneath the doubt and repressed memories.
I know I need to ask for help but my throat can't swallow my pride.
And I’m convinced that the ghosts locked inside my thoughts will stop at nothing just to watch me die.
Grind my bones with your mechanical teeth.
Hide my soul in the graveyard beneath.
Take my heart and divide it among the thieves.
Bury my bones beneath the doubt and repressed memories.
Take my heart.
Bury my bones.
Cut the throat of the only thing that makes us unique.
Bite off our tongues, lest we learn to communicate when we speak.
Pull the roots out from beneath my lungs
Burn the life from the husk of what I am.
Strike a match, set me on fire, ignite the walls that divide our souls.
We are alone.
The weight of my regrets is too much for my frail body to bare.
So dig an open mouth into the earth, and lay my bones in there.
We are all alone hiding in the comfort of our own homes.
We are all alone singing the same song.
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