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and out my mind, I know I'll feel better
Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling through the videos and pictures
Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling like my eyes are

and out my mind, I know I'll feel better
Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling through the videos and pictures
Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling like my eyes are

High on capital hill there's an old man holding on,
In a world of his own he was trusted by everyone,
Controversy, guess who's losing face?
No alibi

could see you strip them down to your panties
Oh

Round about eleven PM you come by my window
Whispering sweet nothings out from lips so soft and pure

enough to breathe
Harder enough to fall
I’ll be sitting on your back porch
Trying to figure out who you are
Made in the factory of broken parts
I know

Frightened by mirrors
There wasn't given any choice
To convert devices into distant world
You should be scared out inside

leading you to hell then I tell ya to be reborn by...
The only name that I speak on
He's just the only way I claim that I keep on
It's a shame that you

the dust and rubble until we rise above

We'll climb up to a mountain top so high that we'll be  laughing down from up in the sky
As the zombies try and feed

Pure Life Unfolds

A night without the moon,
A light that faded in the dark.
There was no end
Surrounded by those voices.

They whispered hopes,
They

I breathe? You will choke How do I walk? You will fall Instinct to the extinct Paralysis by analysis  Trapped in delusions ghosts are out to haunt you

Survivor

L.E.J

En attendant l'album

2015

over by now
But it won't stop
Thought that I would self destruct
But I'm still here
Even in my years to come
I'm still gon be here

I'm a survivor

Crestfallen

Divinity Destroyed

Eden in Ashes

I feel the wind tonight
Cold
Under pale moonlight
Staring out through the soul of me
Dreaming of false reality
Shades of the frost break with

My Way

Aaron Pritchett

Something Goin' on Here

2003

gonna spread the gospel to the lost

The meanest sinner to ever live and breathe
Said he's been clean and sober for a weak
He said his soul was not

Cabinet

Trespassers William

Anchor

1999

Thought like ink 
Love runs out 
So I kept it up on a shelf 
And I will polish it finger it

But never let it breathe by itself 
Whatever

The Unseen

Medeia

Cult

the ground

Abolishing gazes surround me for I am not atoned

Pranayma
Now help me breathe
Gasp the last bites of air from this cellar
My lungs constricted by

Dead in the Wake

Nehemiah

Process of Asyphxiation

off of false words spoon fed.
Breathe in the reign of ignorance.
Witnessing the silence of voices,
A divine disregard for improvement.
The pursuit

Freefall from rays are cancelled out
Feel like flying till I hit the ground
Dancing in a dream full of dark
But I don't belong

Sky fall, sky fall, sky fall

Metal tracks and westbound trains
This cold in my bones is getting to my brain
And I'm a million miles from yesterday
I wake up each morning, each