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Thru the never

Lyrics 

Met you in a room of bright ideas,
Notes and coffee, nervous smiles.
You laughed like summer in a storm,
I fell a mile in just a while.
You were all precision, quiet fire,
Pages turning, future set—
And for a second in your eyes
I almost could forget.


You said, “I’m leaving soon—another shore.”
A truth that weighed like iron in the floor.


So we were close, but out of reach,
Goodbye before hello could even speak.
You took the sky; I kept the street—
A thousand miles and midnights in between.
You were real, but not to hold,
A gentle flame in winter cold.
I let you go, still years unfold—
I miss the girl I never got to know.


Clever lines and paper planes,
You mapped a world beyond the map.
I wore my heart in second place,
Afraid to ask, afraid to ask.
You touched my sleeve—“write me sometime,”
A promise folded, thin and light.
Airports bloom and seasons die;
You live in every quiet night.


Your train pulled out; the window framed your face—
I stood there learning how to lose with grace.




If time was kind, we’d meet again—
Same course, same laugh, same sudden rain.
But tickets print in black and white;
We loved in almosts, not in time.


So we were close, but out of reach…
(I kept the street; you kept the beach.)
You were real, but not to hold—
A gentle flame in winter cold.
I let you go, but truth remains:
You’re in the spaces no one names.


Miles and midnights… still between.

Too Far to Hold - REMASTERED - HD

[Verse 1]
They built their towers on broken backs, On stolen lands and railroad tracks. From Congo mines to Bengal fields, They took the gold, ignored the yields. They called it progress, called it trade, But it was blood that their fortunes made. They dressed it up in suits and ties, But we see the truth behind the lies.

[Chorus]
We found out! We know what built your throne. We found out! It’s carved in flesh and bone. Don’t ask us to join the ranks of pain— We won’t be cast aside again. You wrote your wealth on history’s doubt— But yeah… We found out!

[Verse 2]
They built empires with corporate hands, Left ghost towns in forgotten lands. They sold the grind as noble fate, While they dined behind the golden gate. They knew the numbers, knew the cost, But they chose profit over the lost. They knew the pain, they knew the score— But they kept building more and more.

[Bridge]
From sweatshops stitching branded lies, To oil fields under burning skies, From slaves in chains to wage despair, They built their wealth on stolen air. And now they smile, pretend it’s clean, But we’ve decoded the machine. We won’t be cogs, we won’t be ghosts— We’ll rise and haunt your gilded hosts.

[Final Chorus]
We found out! We know what built your throne. We found out! It’s carved in flesh and bone. Don’t ask us to join the ranks of pain— We won’t be cast aside again. You wrote your wealth on history’s doubt— But yeah… We found out!

Yeah, We found Out!

Something’s hanging in the air,
A swollen sky, a vacant stare.
The forecast lied — I hoped it would,
Let thunder wash me, do me good.


Stray dogs teased in alley games,
Laughter burns like paper flames.
What kind of dawn will they defend,
When mercy fades and rules will bend?


Now the noise has gone astray,
Freedom hums the streets of grey.
Even if the rain pours down,
I won’t go back, I’ll drown this town.


The air is thick, it grips my skin,
A drop escapes, it drags me in.
It rolls, complains beneath the pain,
A mirror tear that speaks my name.


In a heartbeat, the city fled,
Like spiders running, lights turned red.
I stood alone — the crowd was gone,
Their echoes fading, carried on.
Too late I saw the mirrored ground,
The rain had come without a sound.


You cursed your face, that razor’s bite,
A bag held high in broken light.
Your eyes met mine — you didn’t stay,
You walked and washed the words away.


In a heartbeat, the city fled,
Like spiders running, lights turned red.
I stood alone — the crowd was gone,
Their echoes fading, carried on.
Too late I saw the mirrored ground,
The rain had come without a sound.


I’ve learned I can’t be friends with pain,
It calls me back, then leaves again.
I’ve learned I can’t be friends with you,
Some truths you face, you can’t undo.

Stained by the Rain

INFERNAL

Die Tonight

Tornadoes

The Last Day

Circle of Dust (Remastered)

Self Inflict

Machines of Our Disgrace

Contagion (Instrumental)

Resurrection

Precious (Instrumental)

Filaments

Rigor Mortis (Instrumental)

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Thru the never

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