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Mocking Time
02:29
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Spun out
Needles traction
Crave desire pulling you
Rough round
Degraded passion
All for one and only you
Mocking bind
Reason and glance
Stranger in season
Fashion a chance
Heal enlighten
Strapped bound and prone
Crow excitement
Enticed on your own
Feeling down
But lifted high
Weakened flesh moons awry
Hills of smoke
Clouded air
Sealing darkness goodnight
Bridled nerves
Effervesce
Cutting out in a bloodied vice
Emotional rent
Lean on me
To fall too
We’re all gone
Seemingly true
Submit
Freedom lies in your mind
Cold bliss
Enraptured in time
Mocking bind
Reason and glance
Stranger in season
Fashion a chance
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2. |
Immortal Lakes
03:05
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Stranger times and misdirection
Fall from arms
Fear misplaced
It's far from cold on lost intention
A lunar late
But a sanguine call
If it isn't there
Tiny drop
Leaving your line
If the time is in pairs
Leaning low
Stitches entwine
One white in quiet time
A tiny leap
But a deepened fall
Wayward sound that signals home
Lost my place
In longing stall
If it isn't there
Tiny drop
Leaving your line
If the time is in pairs
Leaning low
Stitches entwine
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3. |
Feed
02:28
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Shattered sill
Larval interest degree
Tempted fate
Blood clotted tea
If you feed
The searing sirens in me
Your sustenance is never free
The venom’s touch
Anxiety
Scented violence
Rolling lock and chain
Pointed near
Sensory disdain
If you feed
The searing sirens in me
Your sustenance is never free
The venom’s touch
Anxiety
Gambling peel
Loving bandit spree
Spades repeat
Cracked callous plea
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Glass
03:47
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My side is occupied
Factual fit and truly tried
A mass in ignorance
The blind procedures of your mind
I can’t see
Through eyes of glass
A bitter cry
In owing high morass
A forward call
Just meant for me
The price of everything
Of what can’t be
Veil of ribbon fire
Coursing veins on fashion night
If I’m not home
I’m often low on missing high
I can’t see
Through eyes of glass
A bitter cry
In owing high morass
A forward call
Just meant for me
The price of everything
Of what can’t be
If I hold on
To soothe the sleeping fear
Stifled breath
Curtail the waking here
A searing call
It lingers endlessly
The balance wall
A missing piece of me
I can’t see
Through eyes of glass
A bitter cry
In owing high morass
A forward call
Just meant for me
The price of everything
Of what can’t be
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5. |
Pink Milk
03:23
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Velocity
Yearning husk of planet tides
Mechanical veins
Body lies
Pink Milk
Abstract delight
Sanctified
Disposable life
Humanities rest
Biological fight
Fluorescent eyes
Vertical grimes
Pink Milk
Abstract delight
Sanctified
Disposable life
We’re always free
Only death, never life
Remains to be seen
Scalding drawn knife
Webs to roam
Serrated foam
Pressure frost
Timeless cost
Pink Milk
Abstract delight
Sanctified
Disposable life
Left behind
Cauliflower brine
A bounty in arms
Beauty of sleep
Caressing charm
Violent weep
You’re never free
Only life, never death
Doubt to be gleamed
Heaviest breath
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6. |
NecRomance
02:49
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Standing in the graveyard
There's nothing I can see
Looking all around me there's a grave that says Stacy
Staring at the tomb as I'm tripped and smack my head
A dreary omen that
Somebody wants me dead
Running all around as the blood drips from my face
Clawing at the gate
And I cannot leave this place
And I'm staring at the tomb
I slowly slip away
I know that there is someone who can't wait for me to stay
Standing in the graveyard
I am not alone
Looking at the someone this has now become my home
I know I'll never leave
But that's not to my dismay
I know that there is someone who can't wait for me to stay
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Plexi
05:25
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I’m not alone
Hallowed spirits
Haunted hive
Sanity’s tear
In brash task
Slaughtered strive
Misery
Familiar grave
Through slicing vines
Suffer to see
Tempted vive
Worn in ways
Plexi’s cracked
Wasted days
Mourning stacked
If you’re screaming for me
Am I even here?
Putrefied grace
Anomalous cheers
Tendon relic
Burning forth
Stippled cast
Petals in ash
Scalped year
Through maddened crash
Wired raise
Serrated, scream of doubt
Bloodied grave
Misted shout
Worn in ways
Plexi’s cracked
Wasted days
Mourning stacked
If you’re screaming for me
Am I even here?
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8. |
DB Cooper
02:45
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I know what they have
Gonna steal it all
Nothing personal
Midnight free fall
Catch me if you can
In a puff of smoke
I'll be gone forever
This is not a joke
No funny stuff
Or I'll do the job
Late November
Ice and fog
"This is N467US to Seatac, we are having a 7500"
N467US
Four parachutes
No big mess
I'm not a boasting man
You don't know my face
No fingerprints
It's a cold case
Raleigh cigarettes
Bourbon 7-Up
I'm not a killer
Don't act up
"Tell the passengers we have a fueling issue and circle around the Puget Sound"
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Myst
02:56
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Your head grows so weary
A captain at odds
Night in the flight of a poor toy
Sharp laying fog
Twisted shades of the keyhole
The harrowing hand
Crooked spite on a chime
A mangled dreamland
Haunted home
Manifestation of mind
Healing loam
A syndrome unoccupied wind
Twisted shades of the keyhole
The harrowing hand
Crooked spite on a chime
A mangled dreamland
She lays in prose
Thorns wrapped in unending attraction
Daytime dose
In touch with a twisted refraction
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10. |
Nox
03:38
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I'm sitting by sea
Watching the days go by
Waiting for when the night sky drowns
Wading in the water
The pit burns so deeply inside
I'm always afraid of foreign thought
Swimming in the blackened sea
There's no light above or life underneath
It seems endless every time
Far away from here is where I'll never dine
Resting in a broken place
Bloody red cry fleeting everyday
I'm sure that one day my time will come
Scraping away waiting for the sun
Burning both the lights
Fleeting times going by
The stinging cold's so comforting
Hoping for my own
There's nothing left in my bones
The aching breaks my symmetry
Swimming in the blackened sea
There's no light above or life underneath
It seems endless every time
Far away from here is where I'll never dine
Resting in a broken place
Bloody red cry fleeting everyday
I'm sure that one day my time will come
Scraping away waiting for the sun
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Dr.Sanders Seattle, Washington
Dr.Sanders plays aggressive melodic alternative music in Washington state.
Donny - Guitar & Vocals
Noah - Bass & Vocals
Cameron - Drums & Vocals
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