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Buckle
02:01
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The air that used to feed your lungs
The voice that once would pacify
Your mother's long hair, bathed in light, that nests your arms
Their betrayal is savage
Nothing left unexposed
They weren't intruders or vandals
They were guests in your home
We save our frailties
Preserve our millstones for those who can carry
We can not afford
To keep begging for
War to be fought without civilians
For them to grasp the act of giving
The air combusts inside your chest
Your lover's tone turned to ice
Your mother loathes the part of you that's your father
Cast out everything that buckles your legs
Never let go of the ones that help lift
We save our frailties
Secure our millstones safely
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2. |
Conduits Lost
05:12
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The gale and the pounding rain cease
Your heavy eyes have dried and your gaze returns to mine
The debris can rest for now
If you could just listen to the quiet
I'm begging you
(I hope you heard it while you could)
It returns with renewed strength
Tearing down our shelter
Our fragile makeshift home
My feeble grip
Won’t stop or slow your body
From ripping from mine
Now I'm left to plead with your vexing anguished apparition
It doesn't know me, my face is a black mask
My words like children spurred to war
A naive passion propelling the surge
Between the beachhead and my throat
Is where they died
Though crises pass, like the storms,
And we can't take one more blow
As sure as war, it returns
Loyal to, vigil for,
Conduits lost
No matter how many times,
Each and every time you're lost, I'll offer up my spine
If it somehow helps you back to our home and tranquil thoughts
On the floor will be collapsed: me relieved
In this zero sum game, I can't know that my bet will play
But I know that I can lose
As my endurance fades, as I'm reduced to four legs
I'm left with one thing
I'm loyal to, vigil for
Conduits lost
We rode copper wire through continents
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Antithesis
05:17
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You had her faith
That your failings were sincere mistakes
But to find your love was vain as drawing blood from a stone
Your monument could weather
Endless sand, wind and tremors
Collapsing on itself...
You're a thin shade of a mentor
Your legacy was was authored
Revisionists held in dogma
You tore down your idol
The fallacy fell and nearly killed it's followers
Failing her, failing over and over
You were gifted nearly endless chances
One selfless act could last a lifetime
She had to build with neglected rotten materials
Her home doesn't stand from your guidance but in spite of it
Your monument could weather
Endless sand, wind and tremors
Collapsing on itself...
You're a thin shade of a mentor
You're legacy was authored
Revisionists held in dogma
You tore down your idol
Solicit pity, impersonate a mother
We'll break the cycle and live your antithesis
(Your mother’s long hair, bathed in light, that nests your arms)
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