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Typically I tend to think too much. Ironically I think it's not enough.
I hope for change but it's still the same.
It's not getting anywhere.
I'm not getting anywhere.
Taking my last breathing pattern,
waiting for when I say where I am going to lose.
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Eyesore
02:33
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You are not the same.
L O V E means the world to me.
Tailor-made to suit my head.
Time will tell when it's the end and you're not same.
This is me I'm walking backwards.
You'll be in my heart forever.
Despite our differences I can't help but give you the time.
Whether we'll weather this weather I know we're in this together.
Forgot what I saw it's such an eyesore.
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I'm tired of overthinking things that make no difference.
But if I stop I'll starve from emptiness.
Is this the end or is this the beginning?
I jump, breathe, see back where I used to be.
I don't be seen back where I used to be.
Cracks mould into that.
It takes me back from where I was used to.
This is me I'm broke.
Cracks mould into that.
It takes me back from where I was used to.
So why can't I sleep.
As far as my feeling go I'd rather be sad than a father of four. I
filled my shoes with bricks and rocks and threw myself off of this bridge. But nobody found me. I guess they stopped trying.
I filled my shoes with bricks and rocks and threw myself into this river.
But nobody found me. I guess they stopped trying.
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Spinning around my head. My feelings are still dead.
I'm finding it hard to speak in social situations due to the way it makes me feel and the way people look at me.
And I've come to realise that I'd prefer the thought of ropes in a tree than actually trying to cope with this thing inside that makes me want to turn the world away.
Because I've learnt that adult things are a dull thing and I've lived an average life in an abnormal way.
And no matter where I go or what I do I can never bring myself to stay. Before I lose my faith I always thought I'd leave.
But this house is not my home anymore.
See my pregnant wife and take the time that it takes to try to embrace the blood in the water.
And it goes on and on and on and now I can't sleep.
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You know I've either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way.
But now I've sold my house, I've found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light.
For the first time in my life I'm going to have a place and the time to create.
No if you're going to create, you're going to create whether you work 16 hours a day in a coal mine or you're going to create in a small room with four children while you're on welfare.
You're going to create with a part of your mind and your body blown away. You're going to create blind, crippled, demented.
You're going to create with a cat crawling up your back while the whole city trembles in earthquakes, bombardment, flood and fire.
Air and light and time and space have nothing to do with it, and don't create anything except maybe a longer life to find new excuses for.
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Good. Thanks.
03:22
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I never claimed to be a perfect man.
I find it hard to share emotion or connect with anyone.
So pull me open, spill my guts, there's a message in my lungs.
Oh God I'm missing you, today. So let's go back to basics.
I wouldn't want to do this one more time.
There's a fire burning in my head and you're the one to put out all the flames.
Sun stretches over dormant portraits of her.
A shallow poison tasting much sweeter than the wine that I tend to drink when I'm alone, it makes me happy if only for a fleeting moment.
What goes up must come down again. T
he highs and lows, the ebb and flow, the sharpened stones between my toes remind me I'm only human and I'm dying here.
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Relapse
04:51
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Chemicals mixing in my head when I spent summer days back in '08 with best friends.
Picture frames littered all around like cut ties.
This canvas isn't spotless anymore.
Bones are weak and bruised and sore.
Longing for these pages in my head to open up and be re-read but never again. Concrete lies over where life once grew.
Empty chairs fill my house with long goodbyes.
This canvas isn't spotless anymore.
Bones are weak and bruised and sore. Longing for these pages in my head to open up and re-read but never again.
Wasting time whilst wishing for long lost friends.
I'm selfless in my skin but I know that it's just fine.
I'm bleeding from my skin but I know that it's just fine.
It scratches on my chin and I know that it's just me.
I'm selfless in my skin when I know that it's not fine.
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Clay Lake England, UK
Clay Lake are an explosive midwest emo trio; garnished with guttural vocals shimmering melodies with a melancholy jus. Based
in North Staffordshire, the band have been locked away, preparing for when they can once again return to the dark hideaways they love and bring in a new era.
Clay Lake are excited to share with the world what they have been crafting in the tool shed.
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