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A Lot Like Birds - Connector

No Place

Connector

Conversation Piece

Vanity's Fair

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Tides of Man - A Faint Illusion

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Dance Gavin Dance - Nasa

Surround me, elevate me, I need to know that I'm not broken.

I want to be there when the storm hits, 
I want to hear the words not spoken. 
Surround me, elevate me, I need to know that I'm not broken.

How will you tread, you've lost your map.
The trail's gone cold, the trail is old.
Remembering the things brought out to me. 
If I yell it back would you see?

How can you tread, when you've lost your map.
The trail's gone cold, the trail is old.

It doesn't get easy when you make it clear. 
It doesn't make the words come out alright. 
Of all those things I had left inside of me,
Of all the things I had been controlled by.

Believe me, in time it gets easier.
Of all those things I had left inside of me,
Of all the things I had been controlled by.

My flags never flown rightside up,
I cant sleep, I wont eat, is it not enough?
I've been torn, torn from this consciousness,
Lets find peace in this emptiness.

I want to be there when the storm hits, 
I want to hear the words not spoken. 
Surround me, elevate me, I need to know that I'm not broken.

And if the smoke goes where the wind blows, 
With our sails closed, how are we supposed to move?

Exchanging impurities.
It’s not like i can escape this constant snare I am faced with.
I'll start building my own steps to see how far they will take me, 
Even the makeshift road will lead me, 
Follow the footsteps laid out before me, 
Follow the footsteps laid out in between. 
Follow.

Eyes closed our fingers entwined, I'll lead the way if you want.
Eyes closed our fingers entwined, I'll lead the way.
Eyes closed our fingers entwined, I'll lead the way if you want me.
Eyes closed fingers entwined, I'll lead the way.

But we’ll keep pressing on,
Counting each blessing as our own. 
Thanking our families for the times we'll always have. 
And if I die alone, misplaced the stones on my road, 
Take this letter from my coat and know, 
You'll always be with me.

You will always be with me.

How will you tread, you've lost your map.
The trail's gone cold, the trail is old.
Remembering the things brought out to me. 
If I yell it back would you see?

How can you tread, when you've lost your map.
The trail's gone cold, the trail is old.

How will you tread, you've lost your map.
The trail's gone cold, the trail is fucking old.


Oil Cup

break away inside

"I am not myself, I will never know why
Walking in circles, nothing passes me by
The world turns for me,
The oceans, the seas, are only as deep as my eyes let them be.
I'm not scared, I'm fucking fine
I witness nightmares, I'm not losing my mind.
Reality will never cease to be
More than the veil that's in front of me.

Sink beneath I feel so weak,
Takes the breath right out of me.

Swimming in the sea might swallow you whole consuming your dreams like it's out of control.
Trapped under ice and it's never been so thick.
I won't look back, I won't go back.
I know this time, that you're never gonna stop me.
Don't deny, you were preying on my heart beat hoping that won't survive.

I was sold sex so I bought some fries,
my girlfriend goes out and fucks other guys.
She believes it's what her spirit needs
Like ten things to do when you're twenty-five.

(Drown where you drink. Die in your sleep)
And they always come crawling back
(False prophet of true progress)
Asking for something. Offering nothing. With outstretched hands.

Your hearts there to guide you, Don't leave it beside you.
We feel for a reason and change with the seasons.
Your hearts there to guide you, Don't leave it beside you
We feel for a reason so don't commit treason.

Bury me by myself not in a mass grave
I won't live a lie and keep pretending.

The shade envy's the sunrise, because no one wait to see the shadows grow.
It's getting colder and you still don’t have anywhere to go.
I don’t mean to stare, I just know you'll always be there."

A Lot Like Birds - Connector

Equal Vision Records