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Reflex
03:32
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Savouring the taste of saving our own skin,
It's a bitter pill to swallow,
Hollow hopes pulsing in our minds.
This burden fits like a glove.
A guillotine drops on that royal pride of yours,
Rigged Russian roulette with a loaded chamber for each six of your flaws,
And let the seventh be this gun.
And I'm holding on to a phantom rope,
To a lifeline made of smoke,
A lifeline when I'm reading flatlines from hope,
You keep me suspended when I know I'd rather choke.
Between wolves and a canyon,
The pressure turns your legs to lead,
It's torture to watch you twitch with the final reflexes of the dead,
Out of habit or instinct,
The pressure turns your heart to lead,
A knee-jerk reaction, a final reflex,
A final reflex of the dead.
Yet I'm forced to admit in this world I wouldn't walk if I could,
With these open windows that don't talk when they should,
That you, in all your beauty and all of your disgust,
Are all that I, all that I, all that I have left.
So do we part ways and let me sink to the ocean floor,
Or suffer here in silence once more,
I'll give you the option out of habit once more,
To pull the trigger, the trigger once more,
Speak to me the way you did when we were kids,
Oh, speak to me the way you did before,
You don't speak to me anymore,
And oh, I still remember you,
As all else blurs away, I can't forget,
I want to let you know, I need to tell you that,
You're all that I have left.
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Elephant Graveyard
04:55
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Do you feel bigger, are you a better man?
On your double-barreled crutches is it easier to stand?
Do you sleep soundly, safely, secure all through the night,
With a weapon beneath your bed when that's where the monster lies?
And lies lead to lies like light to flies,
You're left at rock bottom with no walls left to climb,
Your sparks catch fire and they burn us all alive,
Yet this is somehow safer than if we'd never caught alight.
Skin and bone wrapped around the fear of waking up alone,
Sticks and stones, and makeshift thrones.
When what's left of me is a shell and an apology,
At least I'll still know that I'm not alone,
The difference in us lies in how there's no-one, shoulder high, to bring you home.
How blissful it must be to be orbited by the Earth,
To have nothing be your fault at the center of your universe,
They say demons run when a good man goes to war,
So start running devil 'cause I'm a saint who won't take this anymore.
Lies lead to lies,
Left at rock bottom with no walls left to climb,
Your ripples turn tidal and they flood the seaside,
And you thank your lucky stars you're still alive.
Skin and bone wrapped around the fear of waking up alone,
Sticks and stones, and makeshift thrones.
When what's left of me is a shell and an apology,
At least I'll still know that I'm not alone,
The difference in us lies in how there's no-one, shoulder high, to bring you home.
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Reflex (Instrumental)
03:32
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FOXP2 Adelaide, Australia
Forkhead box P2 – or FOXP2, for short – is a gene required for proper development of speech and language regions of the human brain. The existence of the FOXP2 gene suggests that our human urge to communicate with one another is innate. FOXP2 is also a two-piece rock band from South Australia that explore their fascination with communication through music, a language in of itself. ... more
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