contusions (feat. Cold Circulation & Sonja Einerson)

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Rain and Colors

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This one to all the young angels who wander
They only told you the tears in your soul
No time to love you when dealing with hunger
They shred your map and then call you a fool
Emphasize penitence rather than diligence
Block out the windows with false flags of hope
Dull swords paraded in facets of innocence
How are you simply expected to cope?
How is it, that the purest of candles are held by the darkest?
How is it, that the whitest of lilies are soiled by frost?
How is it, that the purest of candles are held by the darkest?
How is it, that the whitest of lilies are covered by endless night?
Off to the battle they started with strangers
They only care about saving their face
No time to listen when faced with the dangers of
Losing their place in a tireless race
Disregard race as a matter of hopelessness
Hoping for chaos to fade in the background
Too scared to question the reason they live with this
Fear of the angels they flagrantly drowned
How is it, that the purest of candles are held by the darkest?
How is it, that the whitest of lilies are soiled by frost?
How is it, that the purest of candles are held by the darkest?
How is it, that the whitest of lilies are covered by endless night?
Leaving you stranded with sour contusions
Grasping for homes in the ugliest blocks
Scoff as they warn you of spangled illusions
Reptiles are desperate to fence off their rocks
Why is it, that the salt is now bitter and streams are now mud?
Why is it, that tears are condemned and anger is blood?
Why is it, that my heart is now hardened and I keep doors locked?
Why is it, that angels pass on, right after they've knocked?

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