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Album: Everything Was Sound
Look straight through me - look at the nightmare
Our past is but a dream that we're trying to escape,
Trying to evade to erase ourselves
Look through me and see the advent of our obsessions.
Behold, your child, perfection a rotting shell of atrophy
Watching: Crowds like crows
We furiously flock to tragedy;
Observe the hurt then hasten back to our peaceful
Quiet nests of blasphemy
Scapegoat: Rather die and know,
Drag your failing body in tow - witnessing the wake
Conflagrate the ready oil at the stake
Binging: The culmination of purging what our lusts have borne
We hoarded all the world to find we'd lost any semblance of ourselves.
This dying dance
Chorus: Garrett Russell & Cory Putman
I am not my own reflection
I am not myself, I am not myself
No, I am haunted by a non-existent
Lover: The spectre, the ghost, the soul-starving host.
I am haunted by a non-existent lover
I was gifted with the vision, but cursed to be the witness.
I'll be pale to match the walls and warped to trace the beams; flushed to fit across the floor so you can step right over me. Scouring this filthy slate these crooked bones they won't break straight - cracked and splintered like our house, upended by that first summer squall
Fading: so thin, you could snap me into the shape you need - gaunt enough to slide through that wedding dress
Then stitch me to a fraying matrimony embalmed inside a never-ending ceremony.
Chorus: Garrett Russell & Cory Putman
I am not my own reflection
I am not myself, I am not myself
No, I am haunted by a non-existent
Lover: The spectre, the ghost, the soul-starving host.
I am haunted by a non-existent lover
I was gifted with the vision but cursed to be the witness
Invisible to me invisible to me invisible to me
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