1. |
arc of visibility
03:49
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when we're searching for something
holding on too hard in vain
i tried but it's too late and i can't feel anything
i don't know why it fell out of the sky
my eyes were opened wide
but blind to it i think
there's a light we can follow
but it's weakened by wind and salt
climbing up on the rocks now
when they find us we'll be half dead
i don't wanna fear it anymore
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2. |
no energy
02:18
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reality reminds me of our life in the city
it's bleeding time right out of me
and i don't wanna write it down
this energy, community
what it means to know them well
entirely exhausting me
i don't wanna hear a sound
monotony, no energy
quarantined, sad story of a girl that had no heart
it can't be that healthy if it's just ripped right out
so busy, the city
everyone just hides inside
reality, shade to me
all our friends just passing by
monotony, no energy
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3. |
the bulls
02:11
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two if by blood
three if by time
blank stare means you're on your own
shoulder the blame
demanding more
excuses ring hollow
three of cups giving elegies
four in lament
they don't change but we change
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fraktur Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
heavy riff salad with pop dressing
derek ludwig: guitar/vox
jen twigg: bass/vox
barrett lindgren: drums
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