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Alien (2022 Remaster)
02:35
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All I need is a single tree, all I want is a canopy
Until that day, it's a mystery, it doesn't matter anyway
Criticize, it means a lot, if you praise then you forgot
Thrown about a camelot, it doesn't matter anyway
And I need you, a barricade inside you
To keep me from my execution
Buy you're alien, never coming by
What's the point when all mistakes don't lie?
Feverish in a lucid dream, stuck in limbo, a limousine
These lyrics don't mean anything, it doesn't matter anyway
Don't forget you're newlywed, get a job, live in a shed
Ten o' clock, you go to bed, it doesn't matter anyway
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I think, and sit in this darkness
Simmering in disease, see the shriveling trees
One day, thought i meant something
Loving attachment pain, something hard to obtain
Tell me, please just tell me
This will be over soon, this will be over soon
I see that you're happy without me
This is, I say with regret, the closest I'll get to ever getting closure
I won't ever stop thinking, ever stop sulking
I'll always be simmer RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING
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Living phobia, Necrophilia
Why don't I make any sense? I've caught a virus again
The medicine for the brain, I discharge it down the drain
Hidden delicate, oh but confident
Molded like putty again, an ego turned to a friend
Last night bleeds into today, a quiet calling display
Running tests in new facilities
You should not have run away from me
Come alive, creation
End of hibernation
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(Hypokinetic Mind)
Look at a screen as I sip my beer, why can't I get up?
Trust me I'm not like this everyday, please don't turn it off
Hey, it's all you've got inside a prison cell
I woke up early if you couldn't tell
So I could watch my favorite TV show
Dun dun dundun da dun dun dun
Start seeing signs of the worst kind
The kind you see and wince
Sandpaper skin and the bloody eyes
Wash, repeat and rinse
Look, don't look away, don't put your hands on me
I don't want you feeling the same as me
And on my grave just write
I wish that he could rest in peace
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58 (2022 Remaster)
02:21
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Behind the forest fire, scorching the tree
Now the burning, it has crept up on me
The bright, explosive flame has swiftly returned at last
Now at once I race after a new arm
It's coming close to center, now it's just gone
I look over at the tumulus, oh so vast
And now the future's behind, the past is alive
Hissing forward from the crackling flame
Already straight into the lockmore's cave
Burning straight into my retina, think again
Reflection ran in the direction of left
Blundering towards the yellow weird thing
Writhing all around, another day gone away
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He was an honors student for years, but didn't interact with his peers
He walked the hallways with trepidation, anticipating his next humiliation
He got expelled for having drugs in his bag
He didn't argue, he left without a fuss
He fell and broke his knee on the way home
He limped further and got hit by a bus
Everybody wants to find meaning in everything, just enjoy the absurdity
In the land of South New Jersey, there's a house where no one goes
And you get this haunting feeling when you're walking to and fro
People say that a man still lives there,I hope that it's not true
In an alternate dimension, there's a man nobody knew
He went to the ER for a week
He got a vaccination asleep
Sent into a rehabilitation
Thought he'd be better by Christmas Vacation
Doctors said that his brain had an abscess
And it was shutting down in the process
They warned him that if left untreated, that his life would be depleted
He jumped out of the nearest window, and ran away to his old home
He was seen only once, then vanished
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I think it's time that I get to know myself some more
I look at the mirror on the second floor
The instruments I'm purchasing
Instead of suffering, I'm wondering
What does it feel like to know all of your crevices?
You can't fault your individual preferences
I know it's hard to justify
From the inside to the outside
And now I reach into my stomach and pull out my spleen
And I can't help but be intrigued by all the blood i see
And then I pull out my intestines and forget the pain
And then I grab a pair of scissors and cut out my veins
I see that my eyes are gone, where did they go?
I've got work in about a half an hour or so
I should call out, I'm short on cash
I guess I'll stick it through another day
What does it feel like to have a missing leg?
I think I shouldn't have these thought running through my brain
But that's next, I cannot lie
From the inside, to the outside
And now my legs are barely hanging from a string of thread
And if you saw me you'd be thinking that I should be dead
It's entertaining to see that this is all inside
But now I swear this is the last time, but I'm glad I tried
And now my blood is coming out at rates that can't be good
I don't know when it would happen, but I knew it would
I'm barely breathing, barely moving, no more oxygen
The last remaining drops of blood are seeing their way out
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Falling in deprivation
Spend the night in the basement
Underground there's a tunnel
I can't wait to see
I can't be genuine everyday, I don't mean half of the things I say
Can't count the endless amount of times
Now when I look inside my window, there is a piece of history
I feel very selective
You can't be too protective
Infected abortion
Concert hall of screams
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Would you come to visit me just one last time?
I used to be the one you'd see every night
You don't remember me, that's fine, I guess that's fine
I like to think I've changed somewhere down the line
Making other people share minds
Making other people share lives
I've felt a lot since I've been born, throughout the days
But I can say that I have not felt this way
I've been re-thinking my whole life, and all I've done
Because I'm not the person that I thought I was
All of this can be indulging
But there was comfort being nothing
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Petal Aggression Oaklyn, New Jersey
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Andrew Wilson- Guitar, Vocals, Piano, Songwriter
Anthony Messina- Drums, Songwriter
Christian Smith- Bass, Vocals
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