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Bed Of Clouds
05:12
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all the confessions
we fail to express
erode away at our soul
arsenic swallowed with sugar
and want to breathe again
release my self
from this perfect prison
made of excuses
and decisions
i numb
i distance
i fade away
with each drop of fear
that i consume
you and i
strangers so close
mysteries to be loosened
but we commit ourselves
to sickbeds
of shattered glass
we only want shelter
a bright spot
in an aching field
only and embrace
only trust
on a bed of clouds
we take great strides
to fall away
and dissolve
into our safe lies
for fear of being
found out
fleshed out
and face ourselves
the children
will learn
from our weakness
and drown
in our misshapen stills
i want this to end
you and i
will undo
our broken will
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2. |
Ruins
05:21
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voices crying in the night
begging for reprieve
for their souls
as on an on
too soon to be real
the shadows
march along
six million stand near
their lives still heard
through time
i cannot ignore them
as the shadows
paint the signs
an oath was sworn
that this wouldn’t be
that this wouldn’t
live again
has “Never Again”
become…
such a short time?
golden statues
crude and lifeless
adored by carriers of ghost
parading in a circle
around piles of dead
the shadow’s pride
the american “savior”
a cruel effigy
burning to light the way
as the proud inhuman
march down to hell
hand in hand
with the shadow
in living and dying
there’s only one way
to escape the torture
and the death march
in loving and breathing
is the only way out of hell
give yourself to light
and watch the shadows
die
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The House Of Tomorrow Aberdeen, South Dakota
The House Of Tomorrow is a Hobo, a Trevor, a Slax, and a Jer. We do shoegazey and post punky noises fueled by the cold and the dark that is long winters.
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