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dreaming
01:20
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growing up to be something that you hated takes getting used to
you can turn your back to it, but it's still there behind you
nobody cares about the things that you care about, but you couldn't pay me enough to pretend that i care about them
i can't get away from myself
i can't get away from anyone else
i'm trapped somewhere between living and dead and no one can show me the way out
i can't get out, and i dreamed of life but now i'm "dreaming of work" and no one can show me the way out
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awake
00:39
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i can't breathe, my fingers rub my eyes and i see everything and everyone i've left behind stays with me
i see their weight on my mattress; they weigh more than me
in my moments of weakness i wish i'd heard her speak
there will be no peaceful sleep
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at work
00:32
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my spirits are low, but i can't complain, i'm awake in a dream forty hours a week!
but... i still don't belong and i'm not having fun and IT NEVER ENDS and i'll never get used to it, i'd rather you dig my grave and throw me in
i can't believe that this is my life
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at home
01:12
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i am the things that always wait until tomorrow
inhaled pleasures when you can't find the good in anything
(there'll always be tomorrow...)
you'll tell yourself it couldn't get get any worse and we're not disappearing into cracks under the floor -- "we're caught in the in between of something more!"
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"can you live with what you know about yourself?.."
"you know, it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older"
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take me away
hate guilt fear rage
these things will never change
become what you hate
inhale the pain and earn your days
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out
01:42
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there's a comfort in friendly smiles and a gaze that won't leave the floor
i don't want to see through you
i wouldn't like what i found in there anyway
if you look too closely, you might find all the ugly things you're ignoring in yourself
if i knew it then like i know it now, i probably wouldn't still be hanging around
"i can't stay here, and i'm scared to leave...
i yelled and i cursed
if i stay here i'll rust
I'm stuck like a shipwreck out here in the dust"
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01:36
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In 2008, Dominic Mallary, my close friend and the singer for our band together at the time, Last Lights, passed away due to complications stemming from an injury he sustained while our band was performing. At the time of his passing, we had a small amount of unfinished and unrecorded material, the most complete of which can be found in the form of the instrumental "Sink" in the Last Lights discography. Most others have faded from memory completely.
As opposed to letting it all slowly disappear, we constructed this song from one of those left over riffs, written by Dominic in 2008. In addition to his talents in music, Dom was a striking artist and a brilliant poet and in this and his spirit, the chosen lyrics for this piece are selected from my favorites of his poetry. If you are not familiar with his work, please visit the link to Black Ocean Press below to rectify that.
http://www.blackocean.org/catalog1/destroyer-of-man
Rest in peace Dominic Owen Mallary.
J. Menard
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