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Introduction
01:56
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2. |
Warning Signs
02:46
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I don't owe any explanations
You don't deserve one anyways
This is not a warning sign
This is a threat
You will not stop me
This was going to happen regardless
I know I could
No ceremony
No fake sympathy
No one cared then
They shouldn't care now
Ultimate betrayal
Stabs in the back
Making promises
Broken lies
I don't owe any explanations
Warning Signs
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3. |
Grief
01:57
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No longer standing
Hope is for the weak
No fantasies
Let go of my dreams
You call it selfish
A waste of human life
But I'm learning to let go
and give up one last time
Call it giving up
I call it letting go
Give up
Loose rope
No shame in letting go.
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4. |
Escapist
01:08
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Everyday I live in pain
Realize I'm nothing but a face of shame
Forced to sleep, Escapist rut
Hope to god that I don't wake up
There's a place I want to go
It's underneath the ground
6 Feet deep, as an act of mercy
I don't want to be found.
Everyday I live in pain.
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5. |
Survivor Guilt
01:49
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I can't even breathe
I'm sick of this life
I want out this flesh prison
I'm ready to die
Existence too long
Become a statistic
I want to trade places
I deserve to be gone
Trade my place
Wasting Away
Open my wounds
and relive the pain
I can't even sleep
No longer awake
I need to disappear
For the bigger sake
Sick of this shit
World better off
When I disappear
There would be no loss
Survivor
I have to even the score
No one gives a shit
I have nothing to lose
Guilt
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6. |
Adversary
01:03
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Eye for a life
Life for a clan
Clan to it's tree
Tree to it's root
I look in the mirror
I see an enemy
I see the faces in the world
Forced adversary
Back against the wall
No one to trust
Waiting for my bones to become bitter dust
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7. |
Power of Justice
02:10
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When I die I want the precincts to burn
Lynch the leaders and all those who oppose human rights
and when I'm lying dead face down
I would know that my time was spent too long
If I get sent to the ICE work camps
Nuremberg the pigs and the upper classes
I know that my life won't matter
But I need to see the swine fucking fry
The Power of Justice
True Justice.
Coerced to false belief
Not my ally
My enemy.
(Ivell):
Spend my whole life fighting
To tear the noose from around my neck
It's nice to know after a hundred years
Nothing ever changes
You treat us all like animals
But you're the fucking pigs
Let's gut these fuckers
Like they would've did me
That's justice
True justice.
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8. |
Embrace
02:41
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Awakening on a cruel December morning
He awakens cold and aching only dreaming of blissful hypothermia
Lethargic and humiliated from daily routine he struggles to find some courage to get up
Dirty shirt thin pants no socks in shoes stubby beard shower-less and unfed
The December dim lit sky plagues the world surrounding him as the daily reminder that this will go on inevitably
Pictures of longing loved ones who’ve forgotten him and memories of loved ones who wont feel mutual
This is life for him
He looks around his dirty home as a final time is near
Proceeds to spend the hour to clean to fulfill a temporary goal that gives his existence meaning
Once the home is clean he leaves on his way to go for a walk
He notices the slush and the now falling snowflakes coming from the sky above
The trees are in his eyesight eagerly awaiting to disappear from the world now behind him
Deeper into the woods of solitude
His isolation becomes more of a physical
It gives himself meaning to feel the way his life has been
Hours have passed by and his fingers are slowly turning blue and his toes are numb but he continues to move forward
Lost in what is now his favorite place in the world
The piles of dead branches blockade the trail so he goes off path towards the cliffs overlooking the world around him
Footprints of both human and animal lead to different paths each a different destiny
He runs into a woman sitting cliff-side overlooking such land while snow covers her dim brown hair due to the remaining sunlight.
She turns around startled yet calmly and they exchange looks of similarity as if they both know what the true reason of why they are where they are
She puts her head on his shoulder as the snow falls and they watch the pinkish orange sunset fall from the horizon for the last time
The two embrace as the harsh weather consumes them for remainder of eternity.
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CHALK Chicago, Illinois
Negative Hardcore/Raw Punk. Est. 2021
Photo taken by Justin Waite (notesfromadeadman on instagram)
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