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Heart Issue
02:44
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Given to hate,
It's no surprise
The war in their hearts
Blackens their eyes
Something to prove
That they are lost
In the war within
Their hearts
This war is not my own
Your minds are overthrown
This war is not my own
This war is not my home.
I wait in darkness
For the light over my head
The noises of your ignorance
Leave us full of dread
What does this world want
When all they are fed is false
Trying to starve emptiness
They much forget the cost.
You make the difference when we hold up out heads.
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2. |
Louder
03:50
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The water is calm in my hands but it will drop from them
I've tried to go on my fingers unfold but it will not stay or suffer my hold
Deep calls to deep ignoring reply I look to my vacant hands wandering why
Come awake, brighter days, deeper waves, come awake
Thirst is screaming over lakes and rivers
I cannot heed them, it makes me shiver,
They hear the call of the roaring sea,
But my (depth) is afraid of the deep
Honesty pulls me like a sinking stone
And it won't let me alone.
If I was made to be the oceans daughter
would not have I been born in the water.
Out of fear and fear of change
My feet will here remain
If I were made to live in the sea
I would hear when it sings to me.
Deep calls to deep, ignoring reply
The songs hit the ceiling and we wonder why
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3. |
Old Money
04:17
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Keeping time with custom there is no good reason why they should strive when there's no
Change in perspective, education wasted on respect to come and save us.
We were made for more than dirt
Bring back the way we were
Caving in the structure
Of the human heart
Darkness breeds here, in places we forgot
Apathy and madness have become out lot.
You built a house of bones from those who came before,
Thinking you could shelter your golden hordes
You've become chained to the work of your own hands
Enslaver of the masses
The shackled man.
Made for more than dirt
Bring back the way we were
This caving structure
Of the human heart.
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4. |
Split Frame
04:17
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Bearing edges bent, the gables growing split,
A mirror in the hall its all you have
Garden full of thorns, barren fields before,
Gathering storm, its all we have, its all we have.
This will not end well you know
Hedges made of dead men and smoke
Actions do not match your words
Billows for a slower burn
Turning to the whims of youth
You've twisted up your point of view
You came in through the walls and floors,
And this house can stand no more
You're not so wild as overgrown
A graven image of yourself, how could you care for someone else
A graven image built so well, how could you care for someone else. (a mirror of
Your love is lost, in the tangles that selfishness wrought
You gave it up, it wasn't worth the thought
Waiting for the blind to recognize you
You let them lose their way
Keeping to yourself all of your heartbeat
Their bodies met decay.
Skies rain down on your house
As fire comes up from the ground
Vanity brought you down
No one sees you now.
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I Hope This Turns Out
03:27
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I am honest about the things I love
Hoping someone out there cares as much
My family is a thousand miles away
I'll see them someday
Unforgiving hours hammer home
The reality that I am never alone
To wrestle with the ever mounting years
Summarization of all my fears
Cause we all want to mean something
Cause we all want to mean something
That matters
Cause we all want to mean something
Cause we just want to mean something.
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Borrowed Spirit Richmond, Virginia
Borrowed Spirit is a project from three friends with a passion for music that brings honesty to the forefront of creativity.
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