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Blindfolded
05:46
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Rain is pouring on time
Idleness is our routine
And we rest on nothing
Empty days keep going by
I find myself wanting
Everything but I can't decide
As we drift to an empty space
And wake up just the same
And I can't say
That it's okay
'Been better days
Living with a blindfold on
Aimlessly wandering
We are finding
Something to hold on to
Rain is pouring on time
Idleness is our routine
And we rest on nothing
Empty days keep going by
And I can't say
That it's okay
'Been better days
Living with a blindfold on
Aimlessly wandering
We are finding
Something to hold on to
And when we find what we're looking for
It's nothing at all
It's nothing at all
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2. |
For The Night
02:25
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3. |
Undesired
05:06
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Well, I can see how you
You look at me
Disgusted and jaded
Why don't you want my touch?
Was I so reckless?
Was I too comfortable?
Oh, did I shed too much?
Don't you like my skin?
Oh, just leave me be
I'll be buried underneath the roots
Breaking out of slumber,
I'm drenched in her sweat
with bile up my throat
and a blank memory of her face
(HEY)
I will never fill
the space by your bedside
Just tracing the scraps you left
Oh, did I shed too much?
Don't you like my skin?
Oh, just leave me be
I'll be buried underneath the roots
Breaking out of slumber,
I'm drenched in her sweat
with bile up my throat
and a blank memory of her face
(HEY)
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4. |
Withering
05:39
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Staring at holes on the walls
Similar to my punctured lungs
Comfortable with indecency
But I’ve been built to please
The surface is all right
But it’s cold inside
A hollow room
Oh, cabin fever
I’m withering in this wind
That glides me to a dense sea
I had settled underwater
But now I’m gasping for air
The surface is all right
But it’s cold underneath
A blanket of rain clouds
How it looms over me
I don’t want to leave
I don’t want to leave this place
I don’t want to break
I don’t want to break this fence
But it’s cold underneath
A blanket of rain clouds
How it looms over me
I'm withering in this wind
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We drive along the highway lines
Our lives have slowly passed us by
These busy streets have made my past
Filled with brown kids playing tag
Mistakes made me a better man
Wouldn't have any other way
I think I'll turn out just okay
Gliding through life with a smirk on
I carry these stories in my sleep
When dusk transforms the sky to black
And children scurry to their homes
Mom sing me a lullaby
La la la la la la la la
I carry these stories in my sleep
Time burnt my skin
And made scars on my face
If I could relive
Would my tracks be the same?
I don't regret my steps and my trails
We do with what we have
We can never have anything right
The ideal is just a myth
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Fools and Foes Manila, Philippines
A math-driven indie rock band based in the Philippines.
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