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i feel it every morning, most every goddamned night
these ties so hard to sever,
descend with tired eyes into abysses forgotten,
across distant valleys scattered with the unwritten pages of our tragedy.
Lifting the veil of the subconscience and wrestling with love and the meaning of death.

“every now and then” is fairly delusive.
possibly the toll of years of self-deceit.
unsettled, unquiet, unforgiven.
please, deprive me not of this last fragment of peace.

i've stared death into the eye,
found truth in yours long after it left.
fought for long lost emotions,
and channeled those i've repressed.
i've drawn my share of hearts in the snow,
awoken from trances of violence and sex.
i confess, most of these thoughts are just better left unsaid.
all these nights do is drain me,
oh what I wouldn't give for rest.

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from .​.​.​and silence anchored our feet in granite, released June 9, 2012

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Continents. Dresden, Germany

An attempt at bridging the gaps between desperation, aggression, hope and honesty but somehow getting stuck naked somewhere in the middle of nowhere screaming your lungs out.
a soundtrack, a tragedy, a smile.

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