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Underwater Lullabies
03:37
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You've found yourself alone again,
telling secrets to the open sea,
whispers in the darkness,
conjuring the cold.
You've cast yourself in stone again,
waking echoes from the deep,
wading through the memories,
cursing at the cold.
Oh the currents are pulling you under.
Someone is stealing your tongue.
The waves crashing around you like thunder.
The wind pulling the air from your lungs.
You've recognised the call again,
you've heard the notes before,
a chorus in the ether,
a siren song that sets you free.
You've cast yourself in stone again,
waking echoes from the deep,
wading through the memories,
cursing at the cold.
Oh the currents are pulling you under.
Someone is stealing your tongue.
The waves crashing around you like thunder.
The wind pulling the air from your lungs.
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Holding tight to the shoreline,
with no compass in the midst of the storm,
reaching out for a guiding light;
a sign in the darkness to guide us home.
Let's dip our feet in bloodied water.
Casting lines by stone and twine,
breathlessly begging the gale to be calm.
Trading blows with the murk and flow;
a parting of ways before currents embalm.
Let's dip our feet in bloodied water,
and contemplate the price of living in repeat.
Let's dip our feet in bloodied water,
and find the means to resist.
With the ocean floor in sight, our final fears subside.
The pressure is mounting, our lungs are choked of fight.
Now tranquil but awake, and with nothing left to take;
I’ve found my footing upon the surging waves.
Let's dip our feet in bloodied water.
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Blue Hell
04:02
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In dreams of mist and sinking ships,
I’ve found the one who's been haunting me.
Riding white horses and gasping for air,
I'm fighting reflections; projections unseen.
I'm drowning; please help me.
I can't breathe; please save me.
And in this moment I am floating,
I am drifting out to sea.
And in this moment I am wading,
through the doubt immersing me.
Ebb and flow, let me go;
by blood and brine, I’ll turn the tide.
The miles that stretch before me are so imminent,
they're so infinite.
In dreams of mist and sinking ships,
I’ve found the one who's been haunting me.
Riding white horses and gasping for air,
I'm fighting reflections; projections unseen.
I'm drowning; please help me.
I can't breathe; please save me.
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