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Home, Again
03:41
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Every time I swear its over
We go back and start this all again
You were my head, my heart, my mind, my soul, my holy grail
But look out. You’re only here until this falls a part
You’re the Operator
Holding up the line
There’s static in your answer
Waiting for a sign
The back and forth is too much for me
Crippling depression takes a toll
You were my head, my heart, my mind, my soul, my private hell
So hold on. I’m clearly here forever til you say
Hey, I’m the Operator
Holding on the line
There’s static in the answer
And I’m not coming back
Home again
a heartache, the failure
the things that we said
I was wrong to lead you on
Home again
I’m sorry I misled you
this was never getting better
Now I’m on my own again
Sing that song to the sorry, love
To the screams of the sinners
To the sobs of the weak and disowned
We’re all angry and alone
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All the Time
03:28
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I, I am angry
I am angry all the time
Can we start from the ending
I’m beginning to unwind
To hell with compassion
Let it all just fall apart
Paint the scene, plant the sound
Forge ahead without a heart
I'm getting older
Scream, with conviction
While it all comes undone
Who was left, who was right
Let it die to win the fight
And I'll say
If I am the light
And you are the sound
Who is the voice of reason
If I am the light
And you are the sound
Who is the voice of reason now
I, I am tired
I am tired all the time
Are we close to the ending
Is there any kind of sign
So lets talk, maybe listen
Take a minute to review
What’s been said, what’s been done
How we start again renewed
And I'll say
If I am the light
And you are the sound
Who is the voice of reason
If I am the light
And you are the sound
Who is the voice of reason now
I’m restless for a new idea
Something that reduces fear
Something that establishes a line
I’m hopeful for a better year
One takes us far from here
One that starts bridge this dumb divide
I’m bullish on a new frontier
That helps us start to mend
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Go!
01:40
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Ladies and Gentlemen, I need the rest
I’ve been awake for far too long and now
I’m ready to go
Tired and strung out
Stressed to the point of
Nothing here can change
Every mistake that I have ever made
Comes back to haunt me In
the most familiar ways
Crippled by failure
Unable to answer
Where do we go from here, my god!?
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I dissent
Nothing here reads how it should
A focus on the wrong things
Dangerous conclusions do no good
Desperate for a brighter day
Hoping that our daughters will survive
A country locked in crisis mode
Is hardly one to bridge this cast divide
And I know I will not go
And I know I-I-I will
Me and all my friends
Walked down to the edge
In our search for new direction
The sea
The light
The shore
The call
The lure
The luck
The lead
The line
The sound
The barriers are up and now
These desperate times may call for desperate measures
The constant misdirection
The lack of moral center
Just keep your head above the water
All these broken words
Weaponize the sound
There’s no need for clear instruction
The scene
The fight
The score
The lull
The cure
The fuck
The need
The grind
The ground
Is alive with something violent and
These desperate times may call for desperate measures
The constant misdirection
The lack of moral center
The consequence of action without leaders
Paints us in a corner
Come across as theater
Adjust your gaze just left of center
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Letters of Transit Columbus, Ohio
Good ol' rock n' roll from Columbus, OH
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