1. |
The Way Is Golden
03:26
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Once the fog has cleared
The way is golden, you're settled in
I could have sworn what was good for me
Was good for you, but I was wrong
Enemy you're killing me, I've landed on
Broken ground, my feet have shrunk
Someone pull me out, and tear my clothes
I think I need a change of heart
I'm not good, you're not better
I'm not good
Entity visit me, I'm looking for someone that's not really real
You can pull me in and tear my heart
I think I need a change of scene
Enemy you're killing me, I've landed on
Broken ground, my feet have shrunk
Someone pull me out, and tear my clothes
I think I need a change of heart
I'm not good, you're not better
I'm not good, you're not better
I'm not good, you're not better
I'm not good, you're not better
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2. |
Secret Life
03:16
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I don't wanna dream the same belief
See you hanging high, tied by your arms
My cursed libido fixes me
Stare at what you're in, a state of this guilt
That haunts me each day
That haunts me each day
There is no cure so I am fine
Just accept me, I'm not that weird
All I really do is help you
But you know inside, how it is
A lie that you have kept
A lie that you have kept
There is no cure so I am fine
Just accept me, I'm not that weird
All I really do is help you
But you know inside, how it is
A lie that you have kept
A lie that you have kept
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3. |
Unearthed
03:57
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Tainted and weak with a glow
It's fine how you shine out below
Strangers are stranger to you
You'd swear through your eyes onto them
But don't you try to breathe
Don't you try to see
You love how you turn to regress
It pains you to love what you do
The world savagely comforts you
You're picked off in wonderful ways
But don't you try to stop
Don't you try to die
We wished you'd service for us
Pleading and pleasing for now
Black skirts and love made to wear
Short lived and borrowed with care
But don't you try to run
Don't you start to pray
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4. |
Rise of Delphi
04:58
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You enter the sleeping golden walls
Slowly burning eyes of yours
You're standing in the arrow path
Now hear this, Earth and wide Hell below
We are swaying in the moonlight
The long-haired god who shoots afar
At your head, at an empty void
Lose your voice, quietly smile as you drown in the depths of the sea
The hum of the slaves with fiery eyes
So we shall sing to calm your nerves
But then they'll come in silence, dressed up in black garments
And overturn the distress in their hearts
So take your leave and head for Cynthian Hill
The looming awe is in the panic and noise
You've found that everything is cured from this pill
As you run
You, you run
You, you run
Now hear this, Earth and wide Hell below
We are swaying in the moonlight
The long-haired god who shoots afar
At your head, at an empty void
Now hear this, discover what is dear to you
We are swaying in the moonlight
The long-haired god who shoots afar
At your feet, to stick you to the ground
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5. |
Ministry of Certainty
03:56
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Ministry of certainty could never be
Set in concrete for you and me to entertain
This realty and exposure, where we all live inside the sea
And lucid, not deceptive, the person who we ought to be
Oh slowly, we are growing out
From the ground like weeds at the backyard
Of someone with no name and no patience
To tender, to tender so we thrive
Pretty but with no sight and one working side of gears
That turn around like clockwork and make you speak the words that
Fall out whilst spinning unpredictably into a rocky ravine
They end up jumbled and impossible to hear
Oh slowly, we are growing out
From the ground like weeds at the backyard
Of someone with no name and no patience
To tender, to tender so we thrive
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6. |
A Thief at the Gates
00:25
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7. |
Stop Sinking In
03:09
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I'm not about to give a piece of myself
But I can't stand by and watch you
So take a moment to examine yourself, and what you're doing
It only takes a conversation to
Stop sinking in
You could start to feel better
If you'd stop sinking in
You're diving off a plane that never took off
It only bruised you, it could have been a lot worse
If you ever reached a high altitude
Don't be thoughtless, just keep a straight face and smile
Once in a while
You could start to feel better
If you'd smile once in a while
Once in a while
You could start to feel better
If you'd smile once in a while
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8. |
Arcadia
04:28
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As the smile breaks, open up the doors
With small sweet ears and flighty soft arms
Move our living space so we'd have all the room
For new shirts and ties that keep our rosy peace
The cracking grounds of baron court
Have chilling winds that cause shimmers to cut in two
In two
Inside and beside to sleep whilst Arcadia sighs
With the cotton limb of my thin heels
Tides of emptiness, they wont drown us
We're way ahead and hitting on the breaks
We're hitting on the breaks
The cracking grounds of baron court
Have chilling winds that cause shimmers to cut in two
In two
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We're living life as living proof that all feels remembered
We live inside a clock without its hands
We leave our kiss for the anarchist, for the anarchist
Settle up tonight, we'll rise and shine as all feels too blurry
We leave our kiss for the anarchist and hope to breathe
We leave our kiss for the anarchist, for the anarchist
We leave our kiss for the anarchist, for the anarchist
We leave our kiss for the anarchist, for the anarchist
We leave our kiss for the anarchist, for the anarchist
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Filip Oscar Colchester, UK
Pawel "FILIP OSCAR" Osmolski (born May 12, 1983) is an English composer, singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist.
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