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Intro
00:27
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2. |
Season Therapy
03:32
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Season therapy, summer warms the lungs
fall clears the heart, before the sorrows
of winter to come
and winter comes
winter bites, at your lips
hoping to know the purpose
(hoping to know the purpose)
existing and I'm missing
breathing and wishing
my mind like a garden
my thoughts like seeds
some like flowers and others like weeds
life is a cycle it needs both heart and heartache
(thoughts erode my mind)
so I refuse, to reap this garden until I awake
winter bites at your lips
hoping to know the purpose
(hoping to know the purpose)
existing and I'm missing
breathing and wishing
my soul leads on with a rigid structure
a path defines nothing
your paradigm determined
I'm sick of all this rushing
sit tight this world is a sanctum
so bright, and full of life
so much to take in
and winter comes
winter bites at your lips
hoping to know the purpose
(hoping to know the purpose)
existing and I'm missing
breathing and I'm wishing
the freedom of my paradigm
beyond the terror barrier
self consciously we all climb
to our conscious right
to the conscious light
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3. |
Serpent
02:59
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Eager to believe, even to self deceive
it's for the luxury of knowing
now he holds a different blood
in which his brethren
(in which his brethren)
find obscene
but love always ends just like the seas at the shores
and light dissipates while the moon is restored
do you even know what it means to be loved
it comes from the heart, not from above
this heart is my home
I won't stop below
i'm eager to find where I belong
eager to believe, even to self deceive
it's for the luxury of knowing
now he holds a different blood
in which his brethren
(in which his brethren)
find obscene
let the tide take you in
breathing slowly we will begin
beyond the beacon we roam
beyond the beacon of home.
but love always ends like seas at the shore
(at the shore)
and light dissipates
while the moon is restored
eager to believe, even to self deceive
it's for the luxury of knowing
now he holds a different blood
in which his brethren
(in which his brethren)
find obscene
(I don't think you fucking get me)
forked tongued child
slit your throat, poor your blood on earthly soil
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4. |
L'appel Du Vide
04:08
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Emerging from tepid water
as I drown in a pool of fevered faith
fervent darkness collapsed
my blood flow to recede
look into my own eyes, as I stare at nothing
thoughts, memories and scents
shift my paradigm
so far back behind my goal of where I'll be
anxiety became equality
l'appel du vide
l'appel du vide
light flickering around me
ambient voices breathe
dark visions see the light enveloping me
(calling me out)
burn victim of my estate, all you do is fucking run
our blood shouldn't boil, it coincides
I need a new obsession
look into my own eyes as I stare at nothing
thoughts, memories and scents shift my paradigm
so far back behind my goal of where ill be
anxiety became equality
l'appel du vide
l'appel du vide
they're calling me out, they're calling me out
they're calling me out, they're calling me out
they're calling me calling me out, they're calling me out, out
they're calling me out, out
they're calling me out, they're calling me out
they're calling me out, they're calling me out
(the void, the void)
it's calling me out
(the void, the void)
they're calling me out
(the void, the void)
they're calling me out
(the void, the void)
they're calling me out
(the void, the void)
(the void, the void)
(the void, the void)
(the void, the void)
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5. |
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Do I live up to your standard, do I fall short
do I live up to your standard, do I fall short
glass like eyes
glass like eyes
glass like eyes
glass like eyes
just when my kin gave up I lost everything
chest full of nothing but hate
my burning gut indicates faith
glass like eyes
glass like eyes
glass like eyes
glass like eyes
one thing I learned is
(if you want your shadows)
behind you turn to the sun
one thing I learned is
(if you want your shadow)
behind you turn to the sun
shrouded entities corrupt my vision
relearn how to live
I wish I had more time
second after second
half my body wants to heal
half my body wants to quit
half my body wants to heal
half my body wants to quit
half my body wants to heal
half my body wants to quit
half my body wants to heal
half my body wants to quit
quit
I gave it my all violently, cause violent is no way to live
my glass eyes think differently, being different is what we give
glass like eyes
(glass like eyes)
glass like eyes
(glass like eyes)
glass like eyes
(glass like eyes)
glass like eyes
glass like eyes
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Delacroix Calgary, Alberta
Post Hardcore band from western Canada. We strive to convey a positive message through song writing and instrumentation.
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