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I Reach Out to You...
01:06
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A smile, a nudge and a hug
Acting like you feel elated
Trying to find how to cope
Scathing and then saying sorry
Seclusion a blessing and a curse
The haunting thoughts of life emerging
Feeling no empathy, no remorse (for your act)
What’s this new role, now you’re playing
As we are late to live anything
Our blood our bones our struggle
Is our only currency
Not to live on our knees
My flesh will let me down
I need your skin to cover mine
Holding me to promise me
This will not keep us down
This will not keep us down
As our bodies grow vulnerable
Our bonds become stronger
Tired and barely awake
Random cramps and stomach aching
Will this end anytime soon
‘cause I cannot hold on to it for long
Our hands drenched in cement
Built beautiful home
And if my heart were to stop
Now would be the time
I wish for them to laugh
I wish for them to just look ahead
And if my heart were to stop
Now would be the time
Now would be the time
As our bodies grow vulnerable
Our bonds become stronger
Our bruises our scars
Will always remind us what we fought for
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3. |
Sundays
02:42
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One lifeless structure
Your timeless gift
Your own perversion
Craving to feed
Promised a Sunday to rest
Working double shifts to pay our rent
On the sidewalks we fell in love
On the sidewalks that now want us off
All the meals we shared on Sunday
In the streets of a hometown
Not welcoming, no more
The same sidewalks were we fought
The same sidewalks used as weapons
The shame of what was not achieved
The shame of the fights we lost
But we were not alone
On our Sunday
But we were not alone
We had each other
All the meals we shared on a Sunday
In the streets of a hometown
Not welcoming, no more
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4. |
To Share What Aches
03:27
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Every step further from the start
Can be frightening but
It gets you closer to small victories
Small victories cherished
As a fuel for the heart
Worn-out muscles have the strength to get us through
Holding a knife in my clenched fist
Keeping bottles in arms reach
Just to be reminded of the way out
I don't want to take anymore
Oh why did take so long
For me to understand
That to share what aches
Is to have another pair of arms
Lift the weight that seemed
Unbearable
Drenched in your guilt
That you could not let go
Failing to heal
Afraid of losing it all
Drenched in your guilt
That you could not let go
Running, hiding, depleted
Letting no one see
Craving a rest so sweet
But you can't walk through fire in your sleep
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5. |
Interlude
00:55
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6. |
Repetition
02:39
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Trying to hold my feelings from bursting
I have been tying my belt too tight
Until I cannot take it anymore
To misdirect my brain
Rotten inside, but outside I’m shining
As if it could stop my bowel from bursting
Lying here beat so please pass by me
As if I could hold it in place
What is there to be held in place I asked
I could not answer so I asked again
Repetition is what I excel in
Oh Repetition, bearer of knowledge
Trying to hold my feelings from bursting
Oh and know I know
Until I cannot take it anymore
In how many ways can I fail myself
Rotten inside, but outside I’m shining
So I stood back up and said
Lying here beat so please pass by me
Let's try once again
It might be different this time
What is there to be held in place I asked
I could not answer so I asked again
Repetition is what I excel in
Oh Repetition, bearer of knowledge
Will it be any different?
Will you ever change your ways?
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7. |
Tried, Failed, Tried
04:12
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What will be left from yourself in the end
What will your sacrifice be
Ungrateful for all the good times you had
Moaning they weren’t enough
Parted ways
Lost connections
Shamelesss arrogance and envy
But what more is grief and guilt than being afraid
That you will be treated the same way
You treat the ones you thought you were close to
You treat the ones you thought you were close to
To look back on the days you took the right decisions
And on the days fate was not in your hand
A pat on the back to make you believe
You always were the best version of yourself
And never able to act the wrong way
Now you are seeing this wasn‘t something
That in reality was really true
Reliving days of prosperity
Through a lens
I tried, I failed, I tried
Slowly heading towards the place I should have been from the start
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8. |
Our Strength in Numbers
02:04
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Slaves of our pacing hearts
Never to admit defeat
The sounds of a body in decay
I get it now
No more time to be numb
Chained by your weakened self
Our strength in numbers
Over-consuming, rearranging space
Bingeing to fill a hole
Can you please tell me, why am I like this?
Why am I still sad?
Our strength in numbers
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Mavro Gala Athens, Greece
This is an effort to scream for what was promised;
an effort to scream for what was proven a fraud;
an effort to scream altogether.
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