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Hydra
04:31
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Don't waste your time worrying about your face through the cracks of a broken mirror. Grab the sharpest shard, carve your own image: your own perfect version of the bigger picture, blurred behind your eyes. Just because I can't see through you doesn't mean I can't see what lies ahead. All of this will come to an end. I will feast on your broken heart, choke upon all your bloody lies you spat out through a severed jaw with no remorse. Cut the head off the hydra, she no longer holds your heart. Call her forth, your second labour, and stand your ground. Seeking shelter from the storm is hard when pride calls the shots. My shaking resolve is tested today, when I must borrow to stay afloat. Stand up for yourself. Start today, no it can't wait. Stand up on your own behalf; don't settle for being held down. You can rise in your own way. Stand up on your own behalf; don't settle for being held down. Don’t settle. Cut the head off the hydra, she no longer holds your heart. Call her forth, your second labour, and stand your ground. Seeking shelter from the storm is hard when pride calls the shots. My shaking resolve is tested today, when I must borrow to stay afloat. Staring down the beast. Facing all your fears. Staring down the hydra. Cut her out! Walk your own path. Cast that weight aside. Staring down the hydra. Cut her out.
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Warm
04:20
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This chase for approval leaves me wheezing, and my heels are weak. But delusions of happiness help me breathe through the stitch. I can’t resign myself to life in a bubble. But floating midair is an idea that I can warm to. The closest thing I ever felt to home was three steps behind you, calling your name. I won’t pretend to feel content in your shadow. I’m breaking out of your straight jacket; I’m at the edge. Regardless of fiction, you’ll see truth in my eyes. I’m in the palm of your hand, tracing your finger prints, to break through the walls off my own cold heart. The closest thing I ever felt to home was three steps behind you, calling your name. Cold eyes see no way home. Warm hands, gentle and guiding me. Your trust in me: lies. Your hope in me: false. Your faith in me: none. Your love for me fades. Your trust in me: lies. Your hope in me: false. Your faith in me: none. Your love for me is fucking erased. Cold eyes see no way home. Warm hands... shit.
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Linear
03:51
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Errors
05:45
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Evensong
02:26
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The Crash
04:36
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Hollow
03:17
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7 Years On
01:41
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Insight
01:17
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