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Seas of Wake

Seas of Wake is a musical artist active in the genre of metalcore. They are known for their powerful and aggressive sound, combining elements of heavy metal and hardcore punk. Their music often features intense guitar riffs, hard-hitting drums, and aggressive vocals. Seas of Wake's lyrics often touch upon personal struggles, inner demons, and social issues. more »

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All of the world will know I'm infatuated
Claustrophobic attire owns
It holds me in a place where I'm inflating a dead memory bound to explode (Whoa!)
But it's addiction
It's self-infliction
I keep on fighting off the medic but he's keeping me crazed up here
Inside I've placed it all together
Taking defeat forever shakes the life out of us
You and I, ruined, congruently tied
Bound alive by the hands and eyes
Every lie's for the bettering of my pain
Intervene with the soul that left us
Make me take this pressure while I walk alone
I can't believe this is happening
A cold interruption in your place
But I can't live when there's a lot to lose
Can't believe this is happening
A cold interruption in your place
But I can't live when there's a lot to lose
Alive, confined to the sides while blistering
Well I was never trying to find my history
But maybe when left alone every murderer will embrace the face of the born
And I've been drying my eyes in disbelief that I was born for nothing
Wake the feeling of being alone
Taken by surprise of life, I'll tighten every rope my mind has tied
While your sentimental lives collide and jump from the bridge of a broken lie
I am defined by defeating others with an open mind
When failure closes up my eyes I will enter the sound of silence
I can't believe this is happening
A cold interruption
I can't believe
Alive, confined to the sides while blistering
Well I was never trying to find my history (Face of the born)
And I've been drying my eyes in disbelief that I was born for nothing
I've been drying my eyes in belief that I was born for nothing
Expect nothing of the human race, nothing of the falling number
Nothing is a failing face but precious enough to soar or glide with wings of sorrow
And I'll think of a way to fabricate every flight of hate so I can fly away

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