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Ballagarraidh
02:33
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Home, a familiar tone.
Empty sounds, ghosts of everything you've known.
Walk as straight as you can, but you can't see through this fog.
Stumble through with your hands, but you can't feel or understand.
Where are we now? What have we done?
With these hands, these eyes, a familiar Son.
Home, a familiar tone.
Empty sounds, ghosts of everything you've known.
And the air doesn't fill up,
Your lungs can't breath in as you run
From what's pulling you under the precipice.
Heads are shaking,
the cold tongues forsake Him,
And all of His friends stand helpless as witnesses.
As the fog clears, the heads are still shaking, the tongues stand mistaken with inhuman recklessness, and the Son burns through all of reality.
Perfect and pure what was tainted and poisonous.
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Cloud
03:45
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I'll be waiting for the clouds to cover all my mistakes.
I can't wait forever
For my brothers to wake up and see this broken man I've become.
Light, love, life, death, hope.
What does it mean to be known
By the dust?
Why I must
Feel accepted.
Stop, break, steal, cheat, take
All of my hate, love, life, death, hope.
What does it mean?
Why must I know?
I Stop, break, steal, cheat, take all my life away!
And then I made a friend, He told me that I wasn't dead.
He took me from this place and gave me His stead.
I'll be waiting for the clouds to cover all.
I can't wait forever
For my brothers to wake up and see this broken man I've become.
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Weathered
03:09
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Even I had been loved as a boy:
Twisted heartstrings connecting together.
And the thought that I could ever have joy,
Drowning out all the wear I've been weathered.
Who am I when I'm without you?
Was I ever really here without you?
If you stay, will my thoughts begin to change?
Cause since you came I never saw things the same.
Did my heart become a stone?
I've been melting like gold as a kind Spirit stole me away and set me ablaze.
Did my hands become my home?
I've been trying so hard to hold on to what I know, but I don't know anything.
I can still hear you in my head, but you're not around. When will I see you?
I can still feel your hand in mine, but it's not really there. Were you ever really there?
I still feel you.
And the day turns to night,
And try as I might,
I can't shake the feeling,
I can't stop the fight.
All my fears come to light,
And try as I might,
I can't do a thing.
I can't make it right.
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The Rough and Real
00:52
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In these empty halls, the words suppose to mean.
And they echo through like chambers, cold and clean.
And how does it feel to odd the rough and real?
And how will you heal when you pierce as cold as steel?
How will you heal?
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Calm and sigh…
The world looks so far gone from the other side.
Never home…
With all the silhouettes and unfamiliar tones.
And I’m not unhappy.
I’m just lacking the overtones to make you feel known.
Every day tomorrow can’t seem to come soon enough.
And every night I lay down, I dream I’m cold and stuck.
With silhouettes and unfamiliar tones, I’m never home.
And I’m older now.
Calm and sigh from the other side,
and all the silhouettes [are] loving me to death.
Calming down, finding common ground, and soon the silhouettes are calling me their friend.
God in sight, my sin covered in white, and all my dearest friends [are] helping me comprehend.
Calm and sigh every day and night, and all my dearest friends are loving me to death.
Calm and sigh from the other side, and all the silhouettes [are] loving me to death.
God in sight, finding common ground, and all my dearest friends sing a familiar sound.
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Sleep Well
03:36
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And there's nothing like a sleep-well-child,
but your mother and your father have been ghosts for a while.
And the stars only illuminate the light before our eyes:
This age promises answers but only delivers lies.
{In Basuk: There, there will be no tears. There, there will be The Stream. There, there will be no need. For, there, there will be The God.}
And your brothers and your sisters are all in a coma,
Sleeping for the light show that unfolds right before our eyes.
So drink, drink up. Your life is almost over.
The living water rivers are overflowing now.
And there's nothing like a sleep-well-child,
But the whole world is expecting to see you taken by the fire.
And your brothers and your sisters are asleep in a coma
While their bodies are renewed in an enticing aroma.
And we'll never sleep again.
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