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Artist: The Parallel
Song: Oracle
Album: 'Weaver' (2018)
Hometown: Toronto, Canada
Website: https://www.facebook.com/TheParallel
Merch: https://store.invoguerecords.com/collections/the-parallel
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Label: InVogue Records
Website: https://www.invoguerecords.com
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Lyrics:
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
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.
Song: Oracle
Album: 'Weaver' (2018)
Hometown: Toronto, Canada
Website: https://www.facebook.com/TheParallel
Merch: https://store.invoguerecords.com/collections/the-parallel
________________________________
Label: InVogue Records
Website: https://www.invoguerecords.com
________________________________
Lyrics:
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
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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