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Echo Spring
01:11
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Let me paint a picture inside of your mind. An existential fracture of the emotional kind. Heartbreaking loss. And existential thoughts. Toxic identities. And needing to walk.
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Other Side
02:36
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Reach out and grab my hand. I’ve forgotten you can’t. And I think I’m fuckin’ losing my mind. And I think I’m fuckin’ losing my mind. I’m talking, talking to you right here in my empty room. But it turns out there’s no one there. If I could, I’d bring you back. Back to a year when you weren’t sad and tell you I miss you. If I could, I’d do this trick and save you from the times that you got sick. I cleanse you. I’d cleanse you. Reach out and trade me lives. We were born on the edge of a knife. And I think I’m fuckin’ losing my mind. And I think I’m fuckin’ losing my mind. I’m looking, looking for you right here in my empty room. But it turns out there’s no one there. How do I get to the place where mortal feet cannot pace and tell you I miss you? How do I get to the land that lies somewhere above my head and see you? I’d like to. What do I have to try? I will not waste no time to cross that border and see you on the other side. I could drink. Or I could jump. Or I could dive into that ocean till my lungs fill up. I just can’t wait. I just can’t wait. I just can’t wait to see you on the other side.
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Toxic Identity
03:17
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Sometimes I ask myself why I let this ego control my mind. It seems to be etched in me. Burned into the fabric of my DNA. Put him in a box and treat with care. He’s mighty fragile. Don’t want him here. He’ll fight and scream. His tongue can cut. Don’t ever let him get all worked up. It’s been this way my whole life. I’ve been trained to live in strife. This toxic identity gets me down. Get him away. Don’t want him around. Put him in a box. And treat with care. He’s mighty fragile. Don’t want him here. He’ll fight and scream. His tongue can cut. Don’t ever let him get all worked up. Toxic identity it’s not what I want. I’m supposed to accept it without a thought. Fragile egos, stupid fights. Silly perceptions of the macho kind. Toxic identity. Toxic identity.
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Waxing/Waning
04:52
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Waxing, waning. My is always spinning, reeling and I’m dizzy. Nothing’s making any sense and I wish that I could take a pause. Shaking, shivering. What are the problems? Need to take a moment so I can solve them. Stop me, tell me it’s ok cuz I think I’ve finally reached my demise. Waxings taxing like the constant threat of asking to know if it’s worth trying to go another day cuz it doesn’t feel like it to me. What have I done to deserve this? Time to stop this discontentment. I need a pause or something positive to help me through this day. Wanings straining like the feel of desperate loving. Wanting, needing, never really having. Trying so hard to hold on to something never there. Like this notion I get that nothing ever seemed as real as it meant. Want to be better. Want to be alive but I think I finally reached my demise. This cycle of anxiety has got me shaking the walls. Trying to break free of something not there at all. Kinda like waxing. It only quakes and enthralls. Sorta like waning but it only drowns my calls.
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A Walk on a Mirror
04:21
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I took a walk on a mirror so I could better see myself. A different angel, different perspective just so I could reinvent myself. Then I shattered that mirror to pieces so you could never find me. Then I hid the pieces away so you could never cut me. Then I tried to put it back together. Started feeling lonely. But it’s too late. Threw the pieces away. Time to reinvent me. I took a walk on a mirror so I could be detached. Someone else for you to interact with so I wouldn’t have to act. He’ll mimic your every move. And agree with what you say. He’ll react to your every emotion and make you feel complete. Then i shattered that mirror to pieces so you could see the real me. Then I hid the pieces away. Started feeling guilty. Then you shoved it back in my face. Started feeling lonely. But it’s too late. Threw the pieces away. Time to reinvent me. I took a walk on a mirror so I could find some disposition. It’s grown perfectly clear that I’ll never make a connection with anyone. With anyone. With anyone. I just relate to you no matter how I try. I just can’t connect to you no matter how I want. I just can’t connect to you no matter how I try. I just can’t connect to you no matter how I want.
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Rebirth
01:47
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I’m watching you waste away. You’ve finally lost your way. Theres this barrier between me and you. Can’t do anything to break through. Living life day by day. Waiting for the call that you’ve gone away. I know the day is coming quick. Fear the days when you get sick. There’s air between us but I still can’t breathe. There’s air between us but I still can’t breathe.
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Echo Spring Denton, Texas
Corey Duran- Guitar/Vocals
Parky Elle-Guitar
Phil Kraul-
Bass
Miles DeBruin-Drums
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