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Empty hallways still echo our names
Banished here for the way we behaved
Animals at heart, human was our way
Civilized we’re called, primal as the waves
My mind is drawn thin, the same as my skin
Nothing but bone and suffering within
My ears are ringing with this silence I hear
My eyes find nothing of interest here.
Endlessly we’ve been travelling
We’ll get there we say
We’ll get there someday
The walls look like where we have all been
We’ll get there we say
We’ll get there someday
The light at the end of the hallway grows faint
Our thoughts and hearsay
We’ll get there someday
My skin is flaking like these walls and their paint
Will I make it today?
Maybe some other day
Muerta Oculta
Muerta Oculta
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On our Journey through the double doors
We see hallways so endless and full of whores
Broken men and profiteers, I saw then just why I was here
Forcing me off I pushed right on, Alluring hallways with walls that leer
Into your back as you drift on, the tiles slick a sickly way
Their eyes that drip like broken faucets, these people are statues with skulls of gray
My Suit of black is bleaker still
Faces drawn long by the gravity of time
Broken still our beat will
I walk the hallway with all that’s mine
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Hello there this world is Laissez Faire
You'll find nothing with which you can compare
The endless here is like nothing there
This is the place where you will empty your stare
Greying skulls and all our clambering souls
Worn and torn the aging world enfolds
We're all time pieces passing time untold
We're wandering on like mindless fish in a bowl
Muerta Oculta
Muerta Oculta
Don't worry now
Your time has grown near
You'll go on down and disappear
Reflect on what's yours
As you pass through that door
Your existence becomes
Prolonged and forlorn
Your fretting because
It's already begun
You'll forget who you are
How you've travelled so far
All those things you had won
What you'd do just for fun
Your accomplishments
The bad things you've done
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Let me tell you about a world
That’s filled to the brim with emptiness
Nothing to do, our sorrows plural
It’s all within our pockets full
When nothing’s left to weigh us down
Then why is it that we must feel so heavy now?
So heavy now, so heavy now.
Did the weight just drag you down?
Corners of lips turned to a frown
But now it seems soaked to the bone
So sorrowful, so heavy now
Did the weight just drag you down?
Corners of lips turned to a frown
But now it seems soaked to the bone
So sorrowful, so heavy now
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The sole of the shoe has worn thin
Again and again a painful bruise on my skin
Flaking more each day
How much longer before I'm not the same
The Soul I used to be is worn
like the soles of my shoes are worn
Like the color of my eyes has faded away
Along with my longing to travel the hallway
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La Confrontación
04:14
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Go on my friend, you’ll push on through
Double Doors leading to millions more
One Thousand faces already seen
No more voices and no more friends
No more Classes and just one trend
We’re graying, we’re behaving
Only ourselves have we been maiming
The steps you’ve taken have been taken before
Like the sockets now empty, the eyes they used to store
These hallways are full of nothing, just the vastness of our existence
That fades like stars that have already died
Our legs carrying the very light whose origin we’ve failed to recall
These empty hallways still echo our names
Banished here for the way we behaved
Animals at heart, human was our way
Civilized we’re called, primal as the waves
Our past like a shadow the light’s still up ahead
Hounding us like gods after belief is long dead
Our minds self-destructing, or are they really coping?
All that’s left is a suffering beyond pain
With which we considered eloping
We’ll ask ourselves again and again
“what lies at the start of the hallway?”
Never looking back fearing the shadow of the past
Forward is the day that never dies and never sways
Backward is the action that we’ll all consider last
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Threshold In my Mind
It's Scored
I feel like this place
This Empty Space
In between You and Me
I'm enraged
I'll Enfold
I'll implode
Purge my mind
Empty Soul
Burn my eyes
Empty Holes
Growing back
Growing Cold
Fade to Black
Voids Behold
Creator
Empty Soul
Growing Cold
Greying Skull
I'll see, the end
Of The hallway
One day
I'll grow eyes
never grow again
Pulsing with a heart
That's whithering inside
I'll find the strength within
Thresholds break inside
Tearing through my skin
Tearing through my skin
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One is lost and the others have died
We’re all to blame, our corrupted minds
To my dismay, we’re all the same
Banished here for the way we behaved
First to go, our vanity
Our souls intact, insanity
The world reflects our inner workings
Amazing now, how empty it seems
I know you think that you should move on
I know you think that there’s something to be gained
I used to think that I could’ve won
I used to think that I was something more than just a stain
I used to think about all the things that I could’ve done
And I used to believe, as I passed the threshold again and again
That there was a world out there waiting for someone like me
Soon you’ll see that the truth comes from inside
This world is a reflection of all of our lights
The sources have already died
And the walls are like mirrors, reflecting the lives
Already long gone
First to go, our vanity
Our souls intact, insanity
The world reflects our inner workings
Amazing now, how empty it seems
Who we are
Who we are
Who we are
Who we are
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Nick Fields Ohio
I am 21 years old, I've been making Electronic music for about 8 years. I've been playing the piano for 14 years, and I love exploring all different kinds of Electronic and other kinds of music.
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