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weak. - Seed
01:00
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I could never live up to your expectations
Take me as i am
Love me or let me go
You planted this seed
And watched it grow
Into a tree
I'll cut it down
Just you like did to me.
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2. |
weak. - Loathe
01:00
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I would give anything i could just to feel you drown inside of me,
I never really cared
how you looked
or why you continue to breathe.
I'm Just happy your dead.
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3. |
weak. - Teeth
01:15
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Distorted view of you in my head, i'm so nervous . I'll grind my teeth into dust, i'll snort them up, i'll drop dead.
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4. |
weak. - Filth
00:34
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its so dark, i'm so blind, i'm so scared, i can't breathe
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5. |
So Luke
00:40
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hooray
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6. |
Burdened
04:22
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I’ve given up on looking at rain
As a shower or a baptism
But rather as a storm every time
That drowns me
Not in small droplets
But in a tsunami
Flooding down on me all at once
So that I am plunged into the blurry
Bubbled filled atmosphere
Where my legs anchor as roots
Into the earth
I am planted
In the sopping soil
Of my grandmother’s garden
A cemented backyard in Glendale
I’m unable to hold up my pedals
To give her any sign of beauty
In the storm from her hose on its mist setting
Making rainbows
That my eyes translate as thunderbolts
Striking at my weak anorexic stem
With no thorns to bring into combat
And no where near the fight of a saxifrage
I am the weak
I will not survive
And I have no fucking excuse
I'm painless but still burdened, so a numbing of my voice won't answer to your pain. But I'd commit suicide and plant you a garden with all your favorite flowers if it meant that when I die you'd bury me there, making us last forever and ever and everything inbetween.
Strive for the roots you've displaced, you are the place you cannot stay. Every resolve results in heartache, your youth was marked by guilt and longing.
Do you feel the burden? This is misery.
The flowers in your hair guarded a garden that'd yet to bloom, seeds of comfort, comfort contentment. It took 18 years to realize the garden was a grave dug to hide your head.
Do you feel the burden? This is misery, this is company, this is comfort, comfort contentment.
Staying up late for early morning classes with no one by my side. This is misery, this is company, this is comfort, comfort contentment.
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7. |
Saxifrage
02:54
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I am the weight you could not carry sitting at the bottom of the sea. Although your arms reach in, you will never touch me.
And the leaves carry no sort of cadence to my name.
It doesn't even matter because the wind plays with your hair and I pretend not to care because not caring is easier than finding a comfort in dreaming.
Saxifrage. I am the one who splits stone.
Saxifrage. I am the one who tears the foundation apart.
To be okay is not the same as being happy with your life. Contentness will bury us alive. No sense to try.
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8. |
A Comfort In Dreaming
02:37
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The saxifrage split me in two.
A heart that will not break keeps both of us apart.
All my feelings are not original, so they're not real. Hinder not my future, a life I'd rather not live.
The saxifrage split me in two.
A heart that will not break keeps both of us apart.
Every day and night
A decay in my brain
The drugs they will not help
This is my life in hell
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