Losing What We Love

October

Worlds Apart

A New Beginning

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Old lusts and the musk of wood dust trapped in my old house. 
The air's too thick to breathe so desperately we scooped it in our mouths. 
Untouched with a poor paint job and a short attention span. 
If I could concentrate, it would have turned it great but I can't. 

And I'll probably never be a famous writer. But, I can read and write okay. 
And ill probably never be all that successful. Would you love me still the same way? 

Grass stains and old Brit khaki pants it's getting old. 
I still don't have the means to buy nice things but I'm over it, it's cool. 
I slept inside my car for what seemed like forever. 
I ain't ate a lunch the past six months it's time to get my life together. 

And I'll probably never be a fearless fighter. But, I can fight this off today. 
You'll probably never love me like I love you, but I love you still the same way. 

And I'd have changed if I knew it was an option. 
God knows I would have changed. 
Cause ill probably never be the same without you. 
Ill probably never be the same. 

I'd have changed if I knew it was an option. 
God I wish I could change. 
Cause I'm not even half of what you wanted. 
And I gave everything I have. 

Ill probably never be a famous writer. But I've accepted it, it's okay. 
You'll probably never love me like I love you. But, I love you still the same way. 


Released 23 August 2014 

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
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Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
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Grass Stains

(Verse 1)
I tore the stars out of my chest,
To see if heaven ever wept.
All I found was hollow sound,
And echoes where your faith once slept.

I kissed the fire just to feel,
A little closer to what’s real.
Every scar I tried to hide,
Now sings your name from deep inside.

(Pre-Chorus)
The angels choke on rust and rain,
Their songs dissolve in silent pain.
If this is love, then love’s disease —
I’m on my knees… just begging, please.

(Chorus)
Gods don’t bleed, but I still do,
For every ghost that looks like you.
My tears are black, my hands are numb,
I built this hell I can’t outrun.
And if salvation’s just a lie,
Then let me fall and never die.

(Verse 2)
I hear your voice inside my head,
Whispering prayers the dead have said.
You said I’d find my peace in time,
But peace was never yours or mine.

I carved your face into the wall,
To prove I ever lived at all.
Now every line bleeds like a vow,
I’d trade the light to have you now.

(Pre-Chorus)
Your grace was just a sharpened blade,
A mercy that refused to fade.
I scream your name through broken teeth,
And curse the god I used to believe.

(Chorus)
Gods don’t bleed, but I still do,
For every ghost that looks like you.
My tears are black, my hands are numb,
I built this hell I can’t outrun.
And if salvation’s just a lie,
Then let me fall and never die.

(Bridge)
I’m just the shadow of a prayer,
The echo left when no one cares.
The cross you kissed, the love you broke,
Still burns my lungs with holy smoke.

(Breakdown)
Bury me beneath your shame!
Say my name, say my name!
Every sin was meant for me —
Every wound, a symphony!

(Final Chorus)
Gods don’t bleed, but I still do,
For every ghost that looks like you.
My tears are black, my faith is gone,
I’m what you made, I’m what went wrong.
And if redemption turns away,
Then let me rot where angels pray.

(Outro)
Gods don’t bleed…
But I still do…

Gods Don't Bleed

prod. necromancer1447

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genetically inferior 
looks determine your whole life 
look good your superior
incel never get a wife

“looks dont matter” oh whys that?
its always coming from a chad
can get a girl if your fat
even your friends treat you bad

genetically inferior 
looks determine your whole life 
look good your superior
incel never get a wife 


A New Beginning

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