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Messy Art
03:40
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I don't fit in this skin
Peeling hands and twisted bones
I hear a chorus of nails on a chalkboard
It's vaguely emotional
Each night I rework my words
How many days in a row
A test of my will
When I splay my heart across the floor
I will throw this paint at random
And it falls exactly where I planned it
Messy art and pencil scratches
Seem different now when the moment passes
My words are only words; it's all I know to do
And it falls exactly where I plan it
Tear at my hands and I will stretch
I've always been good at keeping secrets
The method behind my mess
I only like me in the moment
And I will throw this paint at random
It falls exactly where I planned it
Messy art and pencil scratches
Seem different now when the moment passes
My songs are only songs; it's all I know to do
And I fall exactly when I plan it
The meaning a secret I'd rather keep kept
I am messy art
I am just a mess
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0
02:54
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I could become nothing and I wouldn't be the first
To stare at my reflection wondering which one of us
Will blink under the weight of questions
Demanding proof of my intentions
We all know how slowly time will work
Given enough time and I can think of anything
Though I don't have a history responding much to anything
With every word devoid of rhyme
But layered meanings in my mind
Will tell me no one knows what I am speaking
I used to think that I was weathered down and formed by rain
But it takes crashing waves to shape the earth and I am still the same
Until I find what course of action
Will ignite my manic passion
I think circles, round and round again
Call it incoherent
Even I don't know my secrets
Will you hear me sing again on nothing
Call me incoherent
Even I can't say I know my secrets
I draw circles til they stand for nothing
I draw circles til I become nothing
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I don't understand
Why the stars would want to become man
When all I am is a shell of words spoken by friends
Maybe that's all anyone is
Do I strip away
All the parts I did not make
When I can see resemblance in everything surround
How can I be more
I am terrified
Your voice will overtake mine
Introspective questioning has struck its chord
I must hold that my hand wrote these words
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Allone
04:23
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I've got nothing to share
But these falsified terrors
And vultures that circle my head
To show me they are vigilant
In waiting to feast on the dead
I'm not one for panic
But this constant surveillance
Has left me with limited motion
A compacted range of emotion
The kid never had to go it alone
It was simply the way he preferred it
It was never me versus the world
Self-reliant to the end of the earth
I want what we all want
For my name to be more than
An abstract idea in my brain
A decoration on my grave
I must not believe in meeting ends
I am only who I am again
I wait for a voice
Or just some hint of noise
To explain what goes on in my mind
Why it's so exciting to die in my dreams
I am greater than life
This paper-fast safe
Might dissolve into space
If one day I feel satisfied
If my conscience believes it's justified
If I could cut with my words
Then I'd turn into ribbons
Tie me to something you love
So these gutters of rain
Don't quite wash me away
If I happen to cut down small enough
I grow smaller until I become dust
I am all and I am one
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HeartBeat
01:57
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6. |
Take Me Home
03:14
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I know my words repeats
And I know I'm always in my head
I am made of ones and zeros
I will be my only friend
Say I'm alone
No, I'm not alone
I'm not as alone as I'd like to believe
But for now, today fights against me
There were whispers I had 17 days to live
And they weren't as far off as they seemed
The memories of dreams fade as you stay awake
I will paint myself yellow until I believe
He helps me sleep, he helps me dream
He helps me speak and I become
I could be someone I love some day
Take me home
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Ink and Oceans
02:06
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I am made of dust and outer space
I will just destroy if I cannot create
I am just a failed attempt to rhyme
I remedy by x-ing out my eyes
If I can kill myself on every page
Then maybe it will make more room for me to be alive
My hands are made of silver, and my head the ocean waves
And I can't focus on anything but the ink on the page
Only I can say when I will dive
Which cloud is the nightmare when you're dreaming through my mind
I'm only an artist when the room spins
Only when I drown do I begin to see
Adrenaline will tell you sharks can kill
This is not a wake up call
This is just a drill
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From Rain is a solo project, blending virtual and acoustic instruments to create unconventional melodies and darkly emotional lyrics.
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