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Don't Count on Me
05:28
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DONT COUNT ON ME
She saw the blood flowing from his veins
Mortality revealed, it was all too much
He bleeds red, he bleeds red
And she is shattered by the truth
Don’t count on me
I won’t be here, I won’t be here for long
Don’t count on me
Why won’t we see why won’t we see the end?
Don’t count on me
Wings made of wax were destined to burn down
Don’t count on me
I will not bleed I will not bleed for you
The faith you put in me
Is nothing but a shallow grave
So run before it pulls you down again
What more could you ask of me?
As I rip out my eyes
Begging you to see
Begging you to see my pain
Don’t count on me
I won’t be here, I won’t be here for long
Don’t count on me
Why won’t we see why won’t we see the end?
Don’t count on me
Wings made of wax were destined to burn down
Don’t count on me
I will not bleed I will not bleed for you
I don’t see, I don’t breathe,
I don’t dream of your face anymore
I don’t bleed, I don’t need
To feel you anymore
Don’t count on me
I won’t be here, I won’t be here for long
Don’t count on me
Why won’t we see why won’t we see the end?
Don’t count on me
Wings made of wax were destined to burn down
Don’t count on me
I will not bleed I will not bleed for you
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Show Your Face
04:13
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SHOW YOUR FACE
I’m staring at you, straight down the brow
But I’m not here, I’m not here
Oh god, am I here?
Please awaken me, please let me go
Why god?
Torn between planes it seems
With what little understanding we are given, I am to carve my own path
Living in this world you created made to believe that the sun in the sky is temporary
I will not live to see the day we all expire
Expiration inevitable
But here I am to stay
Confined in this “holy temple”
Let the sun writhe in its hopelessness
Oh how dark it is to ever be
Let the son hemorrhage away his life
Oh how nice it is to finally see
We are not given the choice
We are undignified
Subjects, subjected
Subject, to your grace
We were not made to bleed
We were not made to survive
Subjects, subjected
Subject, show your face
Give me something to believe in
I cannot escape the black that creeps in from behind my eyes
My skull cannot expel what plagues me
This cancerous nature in my brain
It weaves and weaves and weaves the fabric of self deceit
We are not given the choice
We are undignified
Subjects, subjected
Subject, to your grace
We were not made to bleed
We were not made to survive
Subjects, subjected
Subject, show your face
If I am to live like this
I will not live as a pawn
I will not live for the man behind the curtain
We are not given the choice
We are undignified
Subjects, subjected
Subject, to your grace
We were not made to bleed
We were not made to survive
Subjects, subjected
Subject, show your face
Show your face, show your face
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Lachrymose
05:30
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LACHRYMOSE
She sent his head spinning
Across miles and miles of endless scenery
Until it all came to an end
They were left at the precipice wondering what came next
On and on, on and on
The carousel we all follow
On and on, until it’s gone (til it’s gone, til it’s gone)
On and on, on and on
The carousel, it fell apart
On and on, and then it’s gone (and then you’re gone)
“Do you ever wonder why, or live in today, living free?”
“Well I wish that I could tell you. I haven’t quite found it myself.”
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to one day know where we go from here?
On and on, on and on
The carousel we all follow
On and on, until it’s gone (til it’s gone, til it’s gone)
On and on, on and on
The carousel, it fell apart
On and on, and then it’s gone (and then you’re gone)
She’s left is shambles
For what might have, for what might have become of them
But there’s a question to ask still
Does it take moving on to move past this?
Because you never knew me, and I’ll never know you
On and on, as I grieve you
I still see you here
Feel you over my skin
Do you look down and wonder the same?
Feel the same?
When is my time to move on?
When the carousel fell apart
I lost my will to follow
So I follow you
I follow you
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A Continent Named Coma Phoenix, Arizona
noisy screamo / post-hardcore from the southwest
Tristan Martinez - Vocals, Bass
Ryan Peterson - Guitar, Vocals
Paul Quinones - Drums
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