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Precious this hate
Laid out it's clear
A stone too hard to carve
It splinters
Little sister shall we whisper?
Faith Faith Faith Faith
Cleansing
Quench all thought
Invading
Through these ears it sounds like rape
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Listen to everything
Juggling Balancing
Taking your fingers from out of your ears and then
Watching the rhetoric
Hey what was that he said?
Bury your head back inside
You just said fuck it
If you're not angry
Then you're not listening
Essential
To living
Is closing eyes and yawning
They wont let me
So while you sleep
I'm planning
To glue your eyes shut
Forgive me children
You're programmed
So while you sleep
Watching the windows be washed
While life explodes
Is this coffee free trade?
So while you sleep
I'll forfeit
My part in it
To live in isolation
So while you sleep
They'll tell you frankly and friendly that at this moment they don't have you by the throat
So while you sleep
We choose
This life
In disarray
Things out of place
Waiting for death
Spewing slogans into our hands to throw them in the air
In celebration of nothing, now wait for death
So while you sleep
So while you sleep
So while you sleep
Fucking while you sleep
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Oh new dawn give the courage to get out of bed
Oh red sky I have something to struggle against
Oh dead bird preach to me life and death
Of dear suburbs how bleak in bright blue you
Repress in these fires gather more fuel for the smoldering tyrants
Descendants spoke
Their pride postures
Mourning melts the grief into anger
Are we still alone
Are we still alive
Some will never live
Some will never die
Oh new dawn how grateful I have
Something to struggle against
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Both my eyes are open
But I’m not awake
My broken heart is bleeding
But this pain feels fake
Beneath this black tie
that holds my spine up straight to this desk
gnawing at my shackled teeth
I am nothing
At night I lie to myself
That there was a yesterday
And in 100 years
Someone will remember my name
All my hopes and dreams
Stapled to this bed
With the fuck all I’m fed
And the shit they said on tv
To make us forget this is real
washed away in the static sea
everything ends
I am nothing
As I walk these crowded streets I am alone
I only feel alive when I’m asleep
I hold an image in my head of who I was
Like a promise I can’t keep
I am nothing
As I wither away
In my self-indulgent hole
I think of might have beens
If I hadn’t lost control
Staring back at the void
Saying nihilism wrong
Because nothing matters
Everything was beautiful
and nothing hurt
So it goes
that is not dead
which can eternal lie
and with strange aeons
even death may die
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5. |
This Is Genius.
01:34
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And the world closed its eyes
And fell into sleep
As deep as any dream
And it will never wake
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Churlington New Zealand
We are Churlington, We were two, we are now five...We are guitar, bass and drums...We record in Bunnythorpe...We record in Gordons room...We are Churlington
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