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Saltwater Cemetery

from NOT HOMELESS / JUST HOPELESS by Asylum 213

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Lost all but the day
No more words to say
Moving on, decayed
Peace of mind, astray

Dancing off the edge, do we look happy to be dead?
Barely make the rent of living in my own head
Wake up every day and something new is working less
Barely any flesh left underneath what I dress

Can you give me a reason to stay afloat?

Mind’s lost at sea drowning and void of hope

Does the water make you feel clean?
We’re sentient, rusted machines
Lost in space, corroded by the sea
There’s death in admiration

A quiet place to fade
No more thoughts to think
Estrangement on display
Piece of mind to waste

Self-harm battle scars; I guess I earned my stripes, huh?
Must be why “secrets” and “regrets” rhyme, huh?
Living shitty - river city, negative a mili, feeding off my pity - even sunny days are never pretty

Fuck a low-life, I’m no-life, waitin’ on no life, gettin’ lusty on the suicide
I got the vision but I still won’t see it
On some “if my pulse quit, so be it” shit

‘Cause sometimes you feel grateful for the pain; Sometimes you just smile at the memory it makes;
Sometimes you realize the sensation’s all the same;
‘Cause if it weren’t for at least that, you wouldn’t feel a fuckin’ thing

You mother fuckers wasting life competing a coward’s competition with toxic narcissism feedin’ off that repetition; The mission gets lost in the blurred vision, altering condition, now what you spitting is some bullshit with no comprehension

Does the water make you feel clean?
We’re sentient, rusted machines
Lost in space, corroded by the sea
There’s death in admiration

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from NOT HOMELESS / JUST HOPELESS, released October 2, 2021

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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.

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