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A Song About Death
02:38
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Dear mother, I hope I'm doing fine
The fridge is empty, but the rent was paid on time
My car won't start, but I've got a ride
And it's been six months since I last got high
Oh, mother, tell me how you sleep
'Cause I've been fighting demons I don't want you to see
I'm not strong enough to accept defeat
But I hope one day you'll be proud of me
I'm digging my grave with a borrowed shovel
On a plot of land, its owners are the dead
To bury myself, my fee will surely double
Will you come find me here?
To my shame, the cage is finally broken
Feeding twice a day on all my vital organs
I laugh it off, but I'm anything but joking
I shrug it off 'cause I'm going through the motions
I'm digging my grave with a borrowed shovel
On a plot of land, its owners are the dead
To bury myself, my fee will surely double
Will you come find me here?
I hope this finds you well
Because it's a living hell
If you can't find someone who cares
When all they do is stare
And all they do is stare...
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A Song About Dying
02:35
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You are footprints in the sand
I am the sea
I'd give myself to you
But it'd wash your memory
So, I'll wait for you
To come back to me
And reclaim the life
You said you didn't need
All my friends are dying
In their hearts, they're fighting
All my friends are dying
From the same torment inside me
There are voices that you hear
They crawl inside your head
They tell you that you're wasting space
That you're better off dead
The same voice you hear
Takes me to bed
Every night and reads me tales
From books I've never read
All my friends are dying
In their hearts, they're fighting
All my friends are dying
From the same torment inside me
All my friends are dying
From the same torment inside me
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A Song About the Dead
04:00
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Goodbye, Davida
I will never be the same
I saw the sirens at your house
They carried you away
Goodbye, Davida
I wish I could tell you now
The world has asked too much of you
I'm sorry it let you down
Where's the line between finding bliss and making it?
The differences between giving your life and taking it?
The promise, did somebody end up breaking it?
The vacant hole, are you filling or forsaking it?
I'm sorry, Davida
I guess it never got okay
I'll always carry you with me
We share the same birthday
I'm sorry, Davida
You'd been making the right moves
But there is pain some of us feel
That even time can't soothe
Where's the line between finding bliss and making it?
The differences between giving your life and taking it?
The promise, did somebody end up breaking it?
The vacant hole, are you filling or forsaking it?
And I can hear your voice tonight
Whispering "everything's alright"
In your house they left on a light
Maybe yours burned out inside
Maybe yours burned out inside...
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Kitefin Madison Heights, Michigan
Indie Rock out of Madison Heights, Michigan!
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