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Prodigals
02:30
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[This is a similar volume to how loud I'll be shouting during the recording
Do you know who I am?]
The cycle goes on
Re-inscribe your dialogue of death and diaspora
Avert your eyes as children run in horror
The sun here no longer beats down on serendipity
The sins of the father are the burdens of the son
Tyranny of the majority is asserted with a gun
The sins of the father are the burdens of the son
Tyranny of the majority is asserted with a gun
The cycle goes on and your heart it doesn't beat
Do you just want a chance for misery?
Remember when you used to run away?
The past caught up and now you make the sons pay, oh
Just admit that you have nothing left to say
You speak of freedom, while taking theirs away
The sins of the father are the burdens of the son
Tyranny of the majority is asserted with a gun
The sins of the father are the burdens of the son
Tyranny of the majority is asserted with a gun
The sins of the father are the burdens of the, oh
Help me to deny
Perpetuate the lie
The lie
The sun does not beat down here anymore
The sun does not beat down here anymore
[Oh, shoot
Can I try that again]
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Negative Space
05:46
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I feel miles away from you and an eternity away from me
This distance is a cruel fate, but the hours are my misery
I dare not reminisce, lest it actually set me free
A staring contest with the ceiling is what this year looks to be
And I just wanted to thank you for one thing
before you leave this town
You never gave me the chance to let you down
And when my eyes grow weary, I swear I don't notice them close
Until you're right there beside me, and so all my nights go
Yet I still waste away the time until I can dream again
Just so I can wake up happy
Fantasy is my godsend
I shouldn't need to tell you that I've been here before
Another negative space, surrounded by closing doors
But you're here now, and somehow, it's not enough
It could never be enough
It could never be enough
(You're not here)
I'm not selfish, or self indulgent,
I'm just tired, and down on my luck
(You're not here)
I'm just tired, and down on my luck
I'm on the wrong side of this harbour
and every step takes me farther from you and everything I wanted to be
So I've closed my eyes on my dreams
In the hope that your nightmares finally set you free
I'm on the wrong side of this harbour
And every step takes me farther from you and everyone I wanted to be
(Time be kind, be kind to me
Time be kind, be kind to me
Time be kind, be kind to me
Time be kind, be kind to me...)
That doesn't mean I'll stop doing this for me
And I hope the world gives you the grace for your nightmares to set you free
And I hope your nightmares set you free
Every step takes me farther from you and everything I wanted to be
So I won't closed my eyes on my dreams
And I hope your nightmares set you free
Set you free
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Chasing South Auckland, New Zealand
Chaotic Post-Hardcore from Auckland, New Zealand.
Chris Dies- Vocals,
Guitar
Micah Fleming- Bass, Vocals
Jacob Owen- Guitar, Vocals
Ngariki Muru- Drums, Vocals
facebook.com/chasingsouth for contact and shows
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