1. |
The Tumult of My Heart
05:06
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(Verse)
Navigating on a sea,
where no moral compass can steer you.
The poles have ceased to be,
and the passing ships just fear you.
Another time, and another place,
a different god, with a different face.
Maybe the same doubt in my ears,
the same wolves feeding on my fears.
(Pre-Chorus)
I’m just looking for the light,
a beacon on the shore.
A resting place to find what’s right,
and a home forever more.
(Chorus)
These waters drown the best of us,
the tides take the rest of us,
pulled to places we can’t know.
And try as I might,
I can’t find the stars,
nor the direction they might show.
I’m riding the waves,
lost in the tumult of my heart.
(Verse)
I’m told I’m chased by peril,
stalked by a vengeful love.
Every horizon brings a new saviour,
every cloud a tarnished dove.
Like teardrops on an ocean,
condemned and saved as one.
Clinging to each other,
until thy will be done.
(Pre-Chorus)
I’m just looking for the light,
a beacon to adore.
Somewhere to do what I might,
and a home forever more.
(Chorus)
These waters drown the best of us,
the tides take the rest of us,
pulled to places we can’t know.
And try as I might,
I can’t find the stars,
nor the direction they might show.
I’m rolling on the waves,
lost in the tumult of my heart.
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2. |
The Ghosts Among Us
08:06
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(Verse)
Standing beside us,
drifting between us.
Do they know who they are?
When I look into your eyes,
are you even there?
Or are you watching from afar?
(Pre-Chorus)
Like waking up asleep,
they came into this world.
(Chorus)
The ghosts among us sing,
in a silent, deathly chorus.
Some are just memories,
On the broken path before us.
Others are just unknowns,
in a song of what could be.
Maybe all they can do is love,
and long to be set free.
In the end,
who are they alive for?
And in the end,
maybe it’s us that they have died for.
In the end...
(Verse)
When they see your face,
do you see their love?
Do you see anything at all?
We’re running on faith,
you’re running out of time,
before you have to answer the call.
(Bridge)
Are you a prisoner?
Are we justified?
Can we call this mercy,
or are we hiding in a lie?
We have no answers,
and you have no choice.
So we’ll carry on,
and we’ll carry you.
(Pre-Chorus)
Like waking up asleep,
they came into this world.
(Chorus)
The ghosts among us sing,
in a silent, deathly chorus.
Some are just memories,
On the broken path before us.
Others are just unknowns,
in a song of what could be.
Maybe all they can do is love,
and long to be set free.
In the end,
who are they alive for?
And in the end,
maybe it’s us that they have died for.
In the end...
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3. |
This Sickness
04:22
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(Verse)
Another line of patients,
to drip feed our creations.
Clutching at the dreams in their hands.
But this screen looks both ways,
and feeds on all your days.
And knows no limit to its demands.
(Pre-Chorus)
The patients and the doctors,
they all bleed into one.
Dosing up each other,
until all identity is gone.
(Chorus)
When there’s nothing in my life,
I’ll take what isn’t real.
This sickness will be my cure,
this poison will be my shield.
A willing master for the easily
- led -
to your demise
- of -
jokers spinning a web
- to -
lure the fawning flies
(Verse)
You can’t have what they have,
because they don’t have it either.
A beggar in jesters clothes.
Give them all you’ve got,
which isn’t all that much.
Just a shell to diagnose.
(Pre-Chorus)
The crazies and the asylum,
they are the same.
Dosing up each other,
but both sides are to blame.
(Chorus)
When there’s nothing in my life,
I’ll take what isn’t real.
This sickness will be my cure,
this poison will be my shield.
A willing master for the easily
- led -
to your demise
- of -
jokers spinning a web
- to -
lure the fawning flies
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