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Leaving The Earth
03:27
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His bones transversed an inverted sunset to settle into their misdirection.
Such fertile soil absorbs anything that it can observe.
So we fueled his sorrows with misunderstanding -
left him as sustenance for seclusion.
I think we failed in the end to save him.
I think we failed in the end.
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A statistic - a low dose of belonging.
Stuttering the moment, taking whatever they hand me.
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Breathing shakes in its cold and empty state.
A coma like sense of living;
a reality so foreign in its presence.
Essences of euphoric catatonia embrace the withered bones, and stitch these wounds within the sound of madness.
Ashes abounding the aisles of eccentric seclusion; a luminescent light leaving the body to absolution.
Have I found it all? Is this the eternal door, of sorts?
If misery loves company, am I truly alone anymore?
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Take me down. Dragging my body face down in the fucking dirt.
Take me home. Contort my structure - sinking down into the Earth.
I pushed a syringe to the point of puncture -
now I don't need anything anymore.
At home in the hell I'm living in.
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2. |
72 Hours
03:05
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''72 HOURS''
Helpless hands reach from the earth,
Unwillingly set in their graves.
A process of deconstruction
Piece by piece, forever disassembled.
Suit and tie,
veiled in a moral facade.
Eclipsed inside a self-righteous paradox,
Where we trade skin and bone,
for the hate on the tongue of a child made alone.
Sync to the sounds of depravity
Asleep in a war machine,
lulled in an abstract slumbering,
Descend into endless sleep,
as the lantern burns eternally.
Have we constructed the edge of creation?
Are these ends of purity, the means of an iconoclast?
Shattered Horizons
We witness through a screen, the contrasts of humanity.
Ash douses the hues of the skyline.
72 hours.
History is written by the victors,
assembling a passage of dishonesty.
Are we so disconnected from our empathy that our lessons are doomed to repeat?
Three days later we dropped Armageddon on the rising sun,
initiated a contract to trade our blood for the gun.
Eternity in seconds, breathing - pleading for the light to fade.
Off metallic wings the end came crashing,
All to none - without a trace.
Heartlessly wish the damage away,
Blur the line, burn the hope; nuclear disarray.
Burying a child in decay,
A massacre for political praise.
Faltered in your outlines ,
Creating an end to life.
‘’I am become death,
destroyer of worlds’’
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Glass
02:19
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Drop me down in the somber chamber of reflection to sleep in silent isolation.
Let me dream forever as a drift down the river, flowing to the end.
There's no itch, nor no shiver;
I forget me again.
Take it in: artificial rays of light peer into me.
Paper walls; leave me exposed, yet secluded.
Breathing in, my lungs shutter in synchronicity with the seconds I descend into a haze of medication.
A drab cycle spinning.
The curtains of our eyes, weighed down in exhaustion,
sleeping for days, unawakened and nauseous.
Some familiar, look around
Inverted world - upside down.
What of the self that I’d known?
With every pill, I feel it falling away.
An ethereal erasure, taken to the fabric of my fragile state of being,
Removing all of my feelings.
Screaming at ceilings.
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Captive
01:20
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5. |
Lost And Found
03:40
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And all stood still - a vacancy left to fill these walls,
Silence pierced by jarring lights,
disturbing the solitude of midnight
The somber takes us in,
collapsing in our languish, solidarity consumed by anguish.
Break these bonds
Keeping me from discovery;
Make me whole,
and I’ll keep you safe from the suffering.
Night and day I see your face, so vividly that it couldn't be erased.
Time becomes mundane - years have passed since yesterday.
But I swear the day will come that you will be saved.
The sound of nothing, muting your serenade.
I'll carry the weight of a constant longing, to hear just one replay.
A sound like embers burning through the web we've weaved.
Absence takes your place eternally.
I fill my lungs to breathe,
The voices tell me "don't you speak"
Give it all back - give me my everything back.
Make me whole.
Let her come home.
Please let my child come home.
Lost and Found
To take her place - I would give everything.
Anything.
Give it all back, give me my everything back.
This somber dark could never cover your light,
and I'll carry the weight of forevers yearning to be near it one more time.
A sound like embers burning through the air you breathed.
Sorrow fills the void that's left in me.
Daughter, I can't feel you.
Toss your name as a whisper caught in the wind
Daughter, I will find you.
I swear the day will come.
You will be found.
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6. |
To Exist & Expire
04:43
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Somewhere far beyond where he once died is where he lives, in endless gray, manifesting as a memory.
Calamity steals the day, nestled in to a paranoid dismay, searching for the solace in waking - yet none is found, he needs it now, before forever comes to steal away his weary gaze.
A lesson learned inside the rabbit hole.
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Take me back to anything I recognize;
the warmth of everything that has come to fall to the careless grasp of time. Blur out the suffering and leave me blind, devoid of tranquility in the grandest of designs.
Shape the voice to my name, framed in pitches of dissonance. I found a home in the hell I've been living in.
You're not an author - you're not a prophet writing scripture.
A gaze blinded by a haze of lunacy,
as if it sees a clearer picture.
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The warmth of home must feel so distant, but then again, did you ever know one at all?
Think about it again, that car ride home from the hospital bed. You were saved, that was then, but look at you now, fitting the fucking statistic.
I'm not an author telling stories, and you're not a prophet writing scripture. Our gaze is blinded by a haze of ignorance, as if it sees a clearer picture.
I used to think it was a choice - I thought you loved it.
Some things I just don't understand, and that's the reason I'm above it.. Right?
Shut it from my brain, now that you're gone. Everything I don't understand is all you left when you carried on.
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Failure is all that's left intact,
in the vacancy of humanity/
any moral abstract.
Belonging to a reason undefined,
unable to open the eyes to the weight of understanding.
Is it greater than our lives?
We are life less.
Leaving the Earth to Exist & Expire.
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S'efforcer Elmira, New York
Established in 2014, NY based progressive hardcore band S'efforcer doesn't hold back their expression, turning heads with
their gritty and emotionally driven instrumentals, as well as their own blend of vivid storytelling.
Serving to address the status of real world issues, S'efforcer announced the release of the EP "LIFE}•{LESS" - Available Everywhere Now!
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