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Reliever
03:11
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With each thought I thrust this shovel that you've given me into the earth/And I dig my grave/I don't trust my love/but it's through faith that I've found mirth/But My faith is fading/as desire dies/Tell me how do I believe when I allow the need for justification to thrive/Accepting a truth is easy/But To challenge it would appease me/I’m begging you from my knees God/Please God/relieve me/Relieve me of my doubt/Relieve me of my constant need to see to believe because lately it's been leaving me with hardly anything to pursue that I feel holds value/But I just want to know you/My inability to accept these banalities haunts me/If the devil is real then he's forming an army/he’s drafting our young/and he wants me/But if my God gave me his commandments/I fear that I've taken his love and that I've damned it/Why create us with the
ability to question if all of the answers lie in you/We put knowledge on a pedestal when we should rely on you/Your children are in desperate need of compassion/father/please have mercy on the blind/Your love is nourishing/even in the smallest of rations/teach us to act out of love rather than overthink with our minds/It’s too frequent that I find myself the delinquent/I’m just searching for the answers I never meant to offend/I’m not saying I don't believe/I’m just trying to find the means/but as of now/I’m on the fence/What if we knew the truth/What if God showed his face to everything that he gave life to/and we weren't so confused/Until that day/I’m afraid that I'll struggle with faith/And I'll continue to pray and cry out your name/Father/Father/Relieve me/
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Self-servant
03:28
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We think therefore we are/Well maybe that's taking it a step too far to assume that anyone other than me can think or let alone blink in attempts to keep up to par/To hold up their end of this deal that we've agreed to by existing/we are all aware/Our sixth sense of self compels us to try and be seen as individuals/Mindless of residual/Our selfish ways so beautiful/pitiful/they’re miscible/This life is not worth living/When we're taking while we're giving/So give up on lust/And give in to love/Don’t support the ideals that we are all slaves of/This life is not worth living/When we're taking while we're giving/In one way or another our end goal is the same/It’s self gain and I'm afraid that it's inevitable/When even our most selfless acts will try to find a way to give us something to take away/because selflessness is reputable/And as much as I hate that fact it's beautiful/It’s pitiful/they’re miscible/
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Memorial
03:41
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I still remember the police lights that painted your house a new color on that day/And I still remember all the thoughts that I had and that I couldn't find one word to say/I remember how fake it felt and how much I wanted to hear that it was all a joke/But it was no joke/because you slept on that night and when the morning came you never woke/But on the day of your funeral/I didn't want to but I stood up and I tried to speak/I fought with myself to be strong but I knew deep down that I was weak/I’m so weak/This is your memorial/For weeks after I couldn't eat or sleep or repeat the word fine anytime someone asked how I was doing/But I was still doing it/I played pretend but I was losing it/Because I wasn't ready to lose you/and I can't live with the fact of knowing that there's nothing that I can do to bring you back/It’s really quite selfish of me/But I would if I had the opportunity/I’m so tired of sitting at home/I’m so tired of feeling abandoned/I’m a damned kid/I’m just tired of being alone/So tired of trying to manage this baggage/From collateral damage/These are just memories that seem to haunt my mind on a daily basis/You are my greatest weakness but in turn you are my aegis/And together we lead a legion of the living who can't help but carry their dead/This weight takes its toll but each day we move forward taking one step/One step towards the end/one step towards knowing if we'll ever see our loved ones again/We refuse to rest until we breath our last breaths/Until our hearts beat their last beats inside of our beaten chests/Although our cause is worth fighting for we aren't looking to wage a war/We’re just fighting to lead our lives/we’re just hoping for something more/Searching for a state of being subsequently giving death a meaning/But until such knowledge is obtained it's in the dark that we'll remain/Living on in me/I will carry on your name/I still carry you with me/We refuse to rest until we breath our last breaths/Until our hearts beat their last beats inside of our beaten chests/
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Unsteady
04:40
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She showed me what it was like for every girl that I've ever been with before/Thinking that we loved each other equally/but in reality I loved her more/Because what was before wasn't love just empty lies that formed an abyss/Pulling me in oh so dangerously/the opposite of this/It’s her touch and her touch alone that fills me with bliss/Therefore the amount of pain inflicted by her absence is limitless/It’s this pain that I fear/but it's her I would miss/It’s this pain that I fear/but it's her I would miss/I miss you/And I still keep the flower that you put in my hair on that shelf in my bedroom/And it sits on top of the rock that reads fuck off I love you/that you carved into/But each day it withers away with the hope that I had and I'm glad/But more so I'm mad at myself/for allowing that constant reminder of you to live there on that shelf/for as long as it has/Letting it slowly lose it's color/When I could easily take it away by holding it to a flame until it turns a whole new shade of grey/I’m not quite sure that I'll ever find the strength/To forgive myself for letting you go/And to try and forget the words that I never had the chance to say/The words that I so badly wanted you to know/I miss you/Unsteady/I’m still not ready to let go/Let go of this/Unsteady/I see your letting your control/Control slip/She was at his house house having a drink like the night before/But I was on her mind/and she couldn't ignore it anymore/And then she decides to call me/And the words that she chose to say were appalling/She said that she missed me every second of every day/She said the words that I'd only dreamt that she would say/Maybe it's true and she loves me/Or maybe she just loves the way that I make her feel/Maybe she loves the way that I look at her/Maybe my love was real/Unsteady/I’m still not ready to let go/Let go of this/Unsteady/I see your letting your control/Control slip//Maybe I'm sane/but I can't help but feel strange/Tangents of thoughts that I thought had purpose lose purpose leaving me perplexed/But less so than when I didn't know how useless such thoughts could really be/But now I can see/that if she is a reality then at least someone knows the real me/and how uncertainty fills this temple that I've come to know as my own body/ shackled by the Tyranny of customs I shake/but these chains won't break /I’m a slave/I long to be set free in hopes that I can see not only what I can but what others perceive/
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The Giver Los Angeles, California
Four-piece band from Hawthorne, CA.
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