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Old News
03:46
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[instrumental]
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Weird Sex
04:03
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With newer vision, I've never seen so much
Altering condition, setting fire just by touch
This moment makes us feel what we've missed our entire lives
We plunge into the sea, hands and legs intwined
What's seen today
What's felt tomorrow
Will trouble our minds and lives
What's done tonight
What's said tomorrow
Will open our eyes far too wide
With virgin vision, I'm delighted by your touch
Escaping confinement, we've never felt so young
Exploring taboos that would curse another's eyes
We've sailed the seven seas, yours and mine intwined
What's seen today
What's felt tomorrow
Will trouble our minds and lives
What's done tonight
What's said tomorrow
Will open our eyes far too wide
Hallelujah, I've found god
It's always been inside of you
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3. |
Pictures of Everything
04:49
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[instrumental]
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Omen Over
05:36
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Dark turns to light; a rectification the sun and moon provide
And every time I look around, a breath is a recollection of older times
Oh, memories dissolve in me, with coffee and pills and heavy sighs
Everything returns to dirt, faces and places all gone from familiar to strange
We're only growing deeper from each other's realms
Things are different now
Phantoms in the storms and seasons, passing through
There's nothing but omens overhead
Searching through the photographs
Captured moments of everything ever seen
Reminiscent projection; living it over and over again in dreams
It's just not for my eyes
To ponder nostalgic times
Realizing youth has no price
Curses to my sight
Those days are over now
Distance with every year
We're only growing deeper from each other's realms
There's nothing left to say
We're only stuck in omens of our own
Swimming on the waves of each other's storms
The air is colder than your heart
There's omens everywhere
There's nowhere to call "home"
We're on our own
We're only growing deeper from each other's realms
Everything is different now
Phantoms in the storms and seasons, passing on
It's something of memory
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5. |
Sick Years Sin (6xS)
04:35
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Been a little while since I've bled this bad
Every day feels the same when you've lost all you had
I am just trying to leave this place behind
What do you do when your dreams and nightmares collide?
Been a little while since I remember feeling fine
Won't be too much longer from now, I'm walking a thinning line
I am just trying to feel somewhat alive
What do you do when relief is suicide?
I am so tired of stickin' around just to keep on drowning
I am so worn thin from bleeding again and again, stuck in a sick year's sin
Been a little while since I've not been down
Spill a little more each day, sinking in the ground
I am just trying to sleep for one night at least
I'm having trouble seeing beauty in misery
I am so tired of stickin' around just to keep on drowning
I am so worn thin from bleeding again and again, stuck in a sick year's sin
I am so tired of ripping into my skin, wishing to see an end
I am so depressed, watching the world decay and waiting on my last day
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6. |
Meat Money
04:15
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Tired eyes shutting for the night
They made a hole in me
Too much time and things to think about
The ghosts still haunt in dreams
I cut the skin away from bone
All of the screams make it feel at home
Dimming light, never bright the days I'm withering here
Coffee to wake; pill after pill to sleep
The blade still cuts so deep
I cut the skin away from bone
All of the blood makes it feel at home
All my thoughts are buried in resent
Worried and tired every day
What doesn't kill, often makes you wish it did
Depression wins again
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7. |
Foreign Birds
03:35
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Something's missing here, something's gone away
The cold in the air says all there is to say
Never thought we'd be miles away
Why do we create only to decay?
Gone from familiar to estranged
We're foreign birds flying separate ways
We were only promised to break
Blue skies quickly moving back to grey
Never was a choice to make
Never had a single word to say
Never meant for distance to get in the way
We were sleeping in each other's graves
Gone from familiar to estranged
We're foreign birds flying separate ways
Forced to accept our agreed-on pain
Nothing's ever felt so strange
How do you reason?
When feeling's out of season;
How is one supposed to feel?
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8. |
Her
05:00
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"Women; what could you say? Who made 'em? God must've been a fuckin' genius! The hair...they say the hair's everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls and just wanted to go to sleep forever?" - Al Pacino, "Scent of a Woman" [1992]
"Hey, I missed you so, so much. Something more casual, something that makes me warm and fuzzy inside...and I was hoping that it could possibly do the same to you..." - Gentle Whispering ASMR, "✺the Cozy and the Cute✺ Ear-to-ear soft spoken/whisper (please wear headphones :) ty)"
[October 3rd, 2013]
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Asylum 213 Richmond, Virginia
Asylum 213 is an experimental rock quartet originally founded as a solo project by Dylan Lawson in the summer of
2010.
Feel free to drop a line any time at themusicofasylum213@gmail.com for bookings, thoughts, compliments, insults, and more! Much love!
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