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November 12, 2009 - Thursday
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PETER SAMS MADE ME FORGET YOU’RE LOOKING FOR REVISION THAT YOU CAN’T HAVE. YOU’RE ALIVE BUT YOU CAN’T WALK. YOU’RE BREATHING BUT YOU CAN’T SPEAK UNSURE OF EVERY LIFE FORM: WEAK AND UNKEMPT SPLINTER BY SPLINTER RIP APART THE HOUSE BUILT BY YOU PIECE BY PIECE TEAR THESE WALLS DOWN. STOP TREADING WATER AND SINK IN SURRENDER. PUT ME THERE IN THE BLACK. I WANT TO BEAR YOUR BURDEN YOU’RE ALIVE BUT YOU CAN’T WALK. YOU’RE BREATHING BUT YOU CAN’T SPEAK WEAK AND UNKEMPT HATE REDEFINED, ILL-REPUTE GIVEN A NEW NAME DEATH REINCARNATED IN THE FLESH. AN INFESTATION OF THE WEAK WE ARE CEASELESSLY UNKEMPT STUCK IN A PLACE WE CAN’T GET OUT OF. MAD MAX LEARNED ME HOW I WANT TO KNOW MORE THAN YOUR NAME TAKE ME PAST THE OUTER WALL I WANT TO KNOW YOUR PRESENCE. YOUR FRAGRANCE YOUR STRENGTH SO TAKE ME PAST THE OUTER WALL, AND REBUILD WHAT’S FALLEN DOWN. I HAVE A HUNGER FOR YOU THAT MAKES ME WEAK THAT MAKES ME DESPERATE FOR YOU THERE ISN’T ANYTHING THAT THIS WORLD COULD GIVE THAT COULD SATISFY ME OR REPLACE YOU. DIG DEEP, WALK VICTORIOUS PUT ME IN A CALMER FIELD LAY ME IN THE OPEN THIS WORLD HAS LEFT ME HUNGRY THIS WORLD LEAVES ME HUNGRY. BEING PUSHED BACK THE CRACK IN THE WOOD HAS GROWN I SHOULD HAVE FELT IT, I SHOULD HAVE KNOW THE PIECE OF ME I GAVE AWAY THE PIECE OF ME I LET YOU TAKE IT WAS SO CRUCIAL I NEED TO GET IT BACK BUT THE LACK OF WAVES SAY WINDS WILL BE ON SOME FAR OFF HAPPIER SEA THERE ARE SOME THINGS A MAN CAN’T FACE THERE ARE SOME THINGS A MAN CAN’T FACE ALONE TAKE OUT A PICTURE OF WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG LOOK AT YOURSELF ARE YOU THE PERSON YOU WANTED TO BECOME? ARE WE MOVING FORWARD OR ARE WE JUST BEING PUSHED BACK? BEING PUSHED BACK. I AM NOT A CREATURE, BUT I AM A CREATION. THE SUN IS RISING I’M AWAKE THE DREAM IS OVER THIS IS MORNING YOU BROUGHT ME BACK FROM THE GRAVE GIVE ME LIFE I’VE CONQUERED DEATH PANGEA MY VANITY RUNS LIKE A FLOOD MY MALICE ENVELOPS ME GOD PLEASE GRASP ME WITH A TIGHTER CLASP CAN I NOT SAVE ONE FROM THIS PIT LESS GRAVE I ASK I’LL SPEAK IN TWO COLORS MY VOICE WILL STRETCH ACROSS THE SKY FATHER OPEN MY CHEST AND TAKE CLAIM THIS HAS GOT TO BE BETTER THAN WHAT IT SEEMS IF NOT THAN IT’S JUST A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM WATCH FOR THE WOLVES DRESSED A SHEEP DON’T THINK YOU CAN’T WHEN YOU JUST WON’T JUST BECAUSE YOU WON’T DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN’T LIKE CLOCKWORK THROUGH CONTENTION SKIN IS LACERATED TAKE THE COAL, CLEANSE MY LIPS TAKE THE COAL, CLEANSE MY MOUTH THROUGH FAITH AND NOT OF OURSELVES NOT OF WORKS OF OUR HANDS, BUT FEATS OF OUR HEARTS NOT OF WORKS SO ANY MAN SHOULD SING HIS PRAISES IT IS HIS CONTRIBUTION. WE ARE HIS PORTION, HE IS OUR PRIZE THIS IS OUR PROVINCE AND OUR BESTOWAL MY HEARTS YEARNS, MY HEART IS GROANING FOR YOU MY FLESH IS GRASS, FADING AWAY LIFE IS BUT A VAPOR, AT BEST A BREATH ONLY YOU HOLD CONSISTENCE, ONLY YOU LAST CALLING THE DIRT YOUR CREATOR. CALLING OUT THE ROCKS RESORTING TO YOUR WEAKNESS: BACK AND FORTH, LIKE CLOCKWORK. MY WEARY HEAD HANGS LOW: I STAND ALONE. I AM ALONE HERE, I ONLY HAVE MEMORIES OF TIMES, WE WERE TOGETHER, AND THOSE ARE FADING. I AM ALONE HERE, WHAT’S LEFT FOR ME? I’M SO ALONE, I STAND ALONE. WHAT’S LEFT? WHAT’S LEFT FOR ME? WHERE ARE YOU? GOD, I’M SO ALONE HERE. IN THIS BROKENNESS, IN THIS DESPERATION, I CALL OUT. AND ONLY YOU RETURN. I HAVE FOUND RESOLVEMENT IN ONLY ONE PLACE. I LONG FOR YOUR PEACE, I LONG TO SEE YOUR FACE.
 | Currently listening: Lost Ground By Defeater Release date: 2009-11-17 |
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