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Off the album, "Weaver"
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LYRICS:
Oracle
Will I set sail again,
I never thought that I would see the truth,
Confusion, seclusion,
I am left in an empty room,
Build me up to crumble down again,
Don’t let them in,
A voice behind the door says, “Do not be afraid”.
Do you trust your inhibitions to protect you along the way?
Speak with honesty, no one's listening,
Too much regret,
Made its way into my head.
And now I only see,
what the worst of me believes,
[Chorus]
I am the constant,
My past is the problem,
Ridding myself of the excess,
My core is exposed,
Open up these wounds,
Lost in my atrophy,
I am divided by all that I am,
And all, all that I wanted to be,
God of dialect, have I overstepped the truth?
What do I hold true?
Each day a stupor, fade to the next,
God of dialect,have I disappointed you?
I trust the process,
Too much regret made its way into my head, And now I only see what the worst of me believes,
Will I forget, what directions I’ve been led?
Or find my own inside?
The notion that I won’t be swayed,
I won’t be swayed,
I won’t be.
FOLLOW ON SOCIALS
http://facebook.com/TheParallel
http://twitter.com/TheParallelCA
http://instagram.com/theparallel
LYRICS:
Oracle
Will I set sail again,
I never thought that I would see the truth,
Confusion, seclusion,
I am left in an empty room,
Build me up to crumble down again,
Don’t let them in,
A voice behind the door says, “Do not be afraid”.
Do you trust your inhibitions to protect you along the way?
Speak with honesty, no one's listening,
Too much regret,
Made its way into my head.
And now I only see,
what the worst of me believes,
[Chorus]
I am the constant,
My past is the problem,
Ridding myself of the excess,
My core is exposed,
Open up these wounds,
Lost in my atrophy,
I am divided by all that I am,
And all, all that I wanted to be,
God of dialect, have I overstepped the truth?
What do I hold true?
Each day a stupor, fade to the next,
God of dialect,have I disappointed you?
I trust the process,
Too much regret made its way into my head, And now I only see what the worst of me believes,
Will I forget, what directions I’ve been led?
Or find my own inside?
The notion that I won’t be swayed,
I won’t be swayed,
I won’t be.
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