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Prologue
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Jets streaming from my eyes propelled by unyielding stress; lungs strained by the altitude as Mind orbits Body.
My fuel tank is punctured and these makeshift patches of avoidance and denial can’t hold on forever.
I can’t hold on forever.
What goes up must come down, smashing face-first to the ground.
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Jets streaming from my eyes
Propelled by unyielding stress;
Lungs strained by the altitude as
Mind orbits Body.
My fuel tank is punctured and
These makeshift patches of
Avoidance and denial
They won't
They won't hold on forever
I can't
I can’t hold on forever.
What goes up must come down,
smashing face-first to the ground
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Wear the face of another man
To mask your loneliness;
Dress for the life you have,
Not the one you want.
Apathy
Stitched into your skin;
Apathy
Eating me
Eight billion people
Living eight billion lies [dying on infinite timelines]
We are all [trapped forever]
Walled into
Organic tombs
Organic tombs
John Irving was right;
We are all terminal cases.
We are all terminal cases.
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When placed into a pool of putrid water,
a sponge will absorb, and merge with, its surroundings
Prolonged exposure to madness
Will corrupt even the purest minds,
And you and I are no exception.
And you and I are no exception.
And you and I are no exception.
And you and I are no exception.
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Auburn Fades to Grey
01:28
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As the temperature plummeted
And the nights drew in again,
I had an epiphany:
That like rusted leaves
From a dying tree,
I’m falling.
I’m falling.
Will I ever feel direction or control?
Am I just blowing in the wind?
A cheap facsimile mimicking fulfillment,
I lie through crooked teeth when I say that I am happy because,
Like rusted leaves from a dying tree, I’m falling.
I’m falling.
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I wandered into a lush forest
In search of hidden life.
Suddenly the Earth became concrete,
And now I am rooted to the spot.
I was engulfed by a dense fog
That permanently clouded my vision;
there is light at the end of the tunnel,
But all the exits are closed.
But all the exits are closed.
But all the exits are closed.
I am never going back to Trinity Road,
To Trinity Road,
Except in my sleep.
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V.A.L.I.S.
02:53
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Funeral Parlour recommends:
Postcards from Anhedonia
by Charlotte Light and Dark
Fantastic music from fantastic people. Chaotic and unpredictable, with surprisingly catchy riffs and beautiful soundscapes among the mayhem.
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I am less than I expected to be
by algae bloom
The latest offering from our friends in Norwich. Melodic and heartfelt screamo.
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Our drummer George's other band. A complex and eclectic, genre-defying concept album.
go to albumIf you like Funeral Parlour, you may also like:
Derramar | Querer | Borrar
by MASSA NERA
Massa Nera makes '00s-style screamo that strikes a balance between delicate intricacy and heavy passion.
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Crashing female-fronted hardcore perfect for afternoon slump revival.
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