1. |
Masquerade
04:16
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You’re state of mind is so strange
Living in a warped fantasy
Your self image through a smashed lens
That fails to show reality
A painted picture of a fallacy
That you hold to
A smeared portrait of a past
That was never true
Why
Do you want to live like this?
Why
Do you aspire to be gutter born?
You were raised in the castle
Elevated above the streets
So don’t come down here
Just to play at poverty
The mask slips
From your face
The mirror
Has cracked
The mask slips
From your face
The mirror
Has cracked
You trawl the depths
To be covered in the filth
But you can’t disguise
The rose-scented truth
In your head you glamourised
The paupers life
But never wanted to
Suffer any of that strife
Intoxicated
By a path you’ve never walked
Well now you’re trapped here
From all the bullshit that you talked
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2. |
The 63rd
02:30
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There was an inclination
To keep staring back
Into a past
That I couldn’t change
And so I strove
For forward motion
Learning from
The errors of my history
I’ve sifted through the wreckage
I have laid my soul bare
Every step marked with persistence
On a pathway to completion
But sometimes it feels so easy
To take a step back
To fall into old ways
When there’s so many targets to attack
Now there’s no motivation
To keep looking back
After all this time
I’ve pushed beyond that
So I strive
To keep momentum
Never to grieve
The mistakes of my history
I’ll not be stuck back there
Encased in my own fury
I’ll continue to evolve
Beyond these limitations
Push through these barriers
That I have placed
In my own path
To reach the 63rd
I’ll reach the 63rd.
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3. |
The Black Room
03:41
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Separated from the outside
I retreat internally
To find my solace
But my mind betrays me
Forced to walk a dark path
A reminder of my mistakes
A nightmare of history
That I can’t realign
This wave of negativity
It floods my soul
And I have no defences
To hold back the storm
So I go under
Swallowed by my depression
So I go under
Until I fucking drown
Change direction
Force myself back up
This blackened room
Will not be my prison
I cannot lie here
And allow myself
To be defeated
By my own self-hatred
I will not be captive
In a cell of despair
I will not surrender
In this mental warfare
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4. |
A Lonely Place Of Dying
03:00
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This is the realisation
A portent of a prophecy
The understanding made long ago
That this is where my life would lead
And in this waking hour
With only 24 left
I look out across the water
And prepare to take my last steps
With so many years
Wasted behind me
Now there’s only this day left
And I’m consumed by a numbness
As my time is ending
I stand alone on the shoreline
And into the abyss
I’ll scream my last breaths
This is the recognition
Of a harsh reality
A conclusion written long ago
That this is where the end would be
And in this final moment
With nothing else left
I see the fog roll across the water
As the Ferryman beckons me
No I don’t feel anything
As I cross this river
And no I don’t feel anything
In this lonely place of dying
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Infractionhc London, UK
Drums: Tom
Bass: Cary
Guitar: Hannah
Guitar: Adam
Vocals: John
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