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Shackled Like Atlas
02:54
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Mind is broken, body is fucked
See the separation, nobody to trust
Soul is destroyed, spirit is drained
A waste of time, nothing to be gained
Times are hard, times are rough
I don't wanna carry on, I'm not that tough
Six feet under, no way out
Escape is just another thing that I live without
I feel the skeletons dragging me back with every step that I take
I feel the dead weight on my shoulders. I'm shackled like Atlas.
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Focal Point
02:26
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I am not the man I know I can be
If I carry on this way it will be tragedy
I must strive to become what I've always wanted, what I've always done
You live your life and I'll live mine, revenge is just a fucking waste of time
Who needs enemies when you've got yourself
No point in focusing on someone else
-commence mosh-
The mirror is the focal point, the source of all these dreams
Dreams where all I do is fall through places I've never been
I crack in the mirror is a slash on my face
Moving forward all at once, with haste
A platform to stand on, a ledge to hold on to
Nothing is certain but the ones beside you
Break down the walls and burn the remains of all that you've left
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Disappear
01:48
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The final chapter's written, the end is nigh
The story's been told and the play has reached its resolve
I wanna leave this fucking shell
End the nights spent questioning the pray and tell
Dreams of fire and demons as well
Trying to coax me through my living hell
Your lifeforce is fading, I can see it through the cracks
You turn away and there is no way back
If I disappeared, not a soul would question
what time had done, how my mind had broken
Now the curtain has fallen on the final act
And I know you wouldn't even fucking react
I'll leave the bloodstained stage, scream his name in vain
I'm on my knees waiting for my time to leave
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Cartographer
01:53
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Maps in my mind, false
The paths that I take, wrong
The severed tie between the living and dead
I need to find a way to clear this shroud of misguidance
Find my path and stick to it like you stick to those that despise you
A leech of all emotion, leaving a stream of apathy in their blood
I'll burn you off, I'll find my own path free from the burden of your judgement
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Means To An End
02:16
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Dig your grave
Push and push, you'll just wear yourself out
Your head in the clouds, your feet not on the ground
No enjoyment, just a means to an end
It's been written in books, it's been written in the sands
Your buddies ain't your buddies, not this time
Because the way you go, you're on a steady decline
No remorse, no ounce of mercy for you
Nothing angers me more than the things you do
You're going nowhere except to an early grave
You're in the fucking dirt digging down into the ground
Contorted visions are plaguing your mind
But you're not getting away, not this time
Society's shame, rats feeding like man/
I don't give a damn about your fucking plan
You're above your station
Need bringing down a notch
You are no better than me
So why is it so hard for you to fucking see?
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Set To War. 4-piece hardcore band from the Northwest of England.
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