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Gangrene
06:50
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What's love
When you've got no middle and you see no end?
When you work for the top but you've got no friends?
When she holds you close but she don't care what brings you there?
Speak up
And be patronised by a world-view built
By an optimist that hands out guilt
As the grey subsides to to a thickening black
He'll turn his back
From the life you want
To the one you've got got
None can feel you there
No despair
Taken by the apathy, I'll be the gangrene in your mouth
As your throat turns to stone, your voice vacant of sound
So breath in and heave out all your hopes and doubts
A faith you live without
Now what?
'Cause you're bleeding out but you ain't cut
You'd explain the pain if you could see your rut
But the doctor called and she pushed your date
That's already late
Shut up,
Do they know what it means to just be quiet?
You don't want their words, you don't want to try fight it
What's intention when you're alone outside?
No place to hide.
From the life you want
To the one you've got got
I can feel no fear,
So sincere
Taken by the apathy, I'll be the gangrene in your mouth
As your throat turns to stone, your voice vacant of sound
So breath in and heave out all your hopes and doubts
A faith you live without
Taken by the apathy, I'll be the gangrene in your mouth
As your throat turns to stone, your voice vacant of sound
So breath in and heave out all your hopes and doubts
I can hardly speak something you don't mean, something you don't need, Ooh~.
Taken by the apathy, I'll be the gangrene in your mouth
As your throat turns to stone, your voice vacant of sound
So breath in and heave out all your hopes and doubts
A faith you live without
(No going home)
A faith you live without
(No going home)
A faith you live without
(No going home)
A faith you live without
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Backchat
03:45
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In her head she was lead to pretty places only mystery could send,
In her mind she held close a frame to hold.
When she reached out, all around fell about.
Locked in her room, a hidden doorway came to mold.
As she grew, no one knew and no one heard the melodies that rang on through.
In her days, she was found in empty halls.
Bringing out the wrong sort helps you in no way
Telling of the broken
Who are you? Bending rules, changing tunes? I seek the same as you once did before.
As she ran from herself, turning tables, chairs aside to leave her hell.
Each door jammed, she could barely understand.
But who was she waiting for, and who was she chasing to?
I don't know if you believe it, if you believe it, I'll make sure that you leave it.
You could see her innocence was gold, always shining never old.
What was mixed could not be seen, oh now which side could be green?
Push it up, break it in, keep it cupped, is it a sin?
Could they wait, should they check? Rising water to her neck.
Who are you? Bending rules, changing tunes? I seek the same as you once did before.
Free up the space, she cannot do
Creating face, find what is true.
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Flint Moore England, UK
Flint Moore is a grunge, folk and rock band based in Norfolk. They are known for their energetic play style to create a great live experience.
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