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Royal & Dead

from S​/​T by Our Mothers Suns

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Nothing like a winters cold, draws my breath.
Beating, fleeting.
Draw me out, and hang me up to dry.
The sun is blocked out, the weathers blocked shut,
It’s never going to change.

These drones around my head all day.
White noise, it’s not going to change.

Can’t I, withdraw into myself not go out today.
Tomorrow, I’ll tell my self, it’s not the same

The sound of busy rooms makes me sick.

Goodbye, goodbye youth,
Take a hold of me.

I prefer to spend my evenings alone, drifting out of conscience
Because my burden of failure is hanging over me, like a winters day.
So drag me deeper, pull me down, long as I find peace.

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from S​/​T, released October 10, 2013

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