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fans of apathy-monsters-winter heart-bound-trail of broken tears-i remember There's no "go team" for fans of apathy that stadium lacks capacity casual acts of random vanity man has relaxed, average atrophy sadness lasts longer than catastrophe forced to face the facts of tragedy who cares what is and what has to be our lacking will lead to our agony monsters The monster is never fed something is missing in our heads i sit upon the dust and i walk through the cobwebs there's an error in my dreams nothing is ever how it seems I realize that I'm awake and no one hears my screams there's a world that doesn't care as long as it's happening over there I sit upon the glass and walk up broken stairs the monster is never bled feasting on the blood it sheds I sit upon the rust and walk on river beds trail of broken tears Whispering water of tumbling creek braving blue ridge mountain steeps wet feet walking on a Cherokee trail Tom Tom, drum beat, tribal wail forlorn flashbacks under foot hopeless harrow, horse and hoof savage sorrow of suffering souls war swept wasteland, walking coals I remember I remember when we smoked together rolling in a haze of pleasure endless dreams, without measure I wish it were like that forever it was such a care-free feeling knowing that you were always willing so high, we were on the ceiling the magic of a plant so healing we weren't young, but we played the part taking adventures in the dark girl, you really left your mark you'll live forever in my heart bound I found the key that opens the door to what is to be and what is being for bound to see a hopeless open sore I'll never be free from seeing more I saw the light that shines so dim onto the monster that lives within bound by visions of who, what, and when I'll never be free to be happy again I found the path that leads the way to where tomorrow meets with yesterday bound to see the black through the grey I'll never be free from thoughts gone astray winter heart Goodbye to the summer sun light has played the biggest part its ok, what's done is done I am ready for an autumn start hello to an autumn chill discolored leaves fall apart its ok, what was is still as cold as my winter heart
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
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fans of apathy-monsters-winter heart-bound-trail of broken tears-i remember There's no "go team" for fans of apathy that stadium lacks capacity casual acts of random vanity man has relaxed, average atrophy sadness lasts longer than catastrophe forced to face the facts of tragedy who cares what is and what has to be our lacking will lead to our agony monsters The monster is never fed something is missing in our heads i sit upon the dust and i walk through the cobwebs there's an error in my dreams nothing is ever how it seems I realize that I'm awake and no one hears my screams there's a world that doesn't care as long as it's happening over there I sit upon the glass and walk up broken stairs the monster is never bled feasting on the blood it sheds I sit upon the rust and walk on river beds trail of broken tears Whispering water of tumbling creek braving blue ridge mountain steeps wet feet walking on a Cherokee trail Tom Tom, drum beat, tribal wail forlorn flashbacks under foot hopeless harrow, horse and hoof savage sorrow of suffering souls war swept wasteland, walking coals I remember I remember when we smoked together rolling in a haze of pleasure endless dreams, without measure I wish it were like that forever it was such a care-free feeling knowing that you were always willing so high, we were on the ceiling the magic of a plant so healing we weren't young, but we played the part taking adventures in the dark girl, you really left your mark you'll live forever in my heart bound I found the key that opens the door to what is to be and what is being for bound to see a hopeless open sore I'll never be free from seeing more I saw the light that shines so dim onto the monster that lives within bound by visions of who, what, and when I'll never be free to be happy again I found the path that leads the way to where tomorrow meets with yesterday bound to see the black through the grey I'll never be free from thoughts gone astray winter heart Goodbye to the summer sun light has played the biggest part its ok, what's done is done I am ready for an autumn start hello to an autumn chill discolored leaves fall apart its ok, what was is still as cold as my winter heart
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
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