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Exposure
03:19
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Exposure eradicates my view
Force fed emotion for something I didn't do
I'm compromised I feel the twist in side
Exacerbate the pain, until I fucking die
Adjust my self
Raise my shield
Close my eyes
Down I kneel
Adjust my self
Raise my shield
Close my eyes
Its not real.
I don't have the time to reinforce my mind
Shut my senses off, count the fights I've lost
I can feel the bind that will expose my mind
The weight I cant hold. Until my final words are told.
A shock to the chest, no will to survive
The grips too tight, so skin me alive
Exposure.
No higher judgment, you answer inside
Bend the way to free the toxic mind
Spread too thin, pressed within,
This motherfucker will always win.
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Edge Of A Knife
02:00
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Forced, onto the edge of a knife.
Forced to love, abused, I'm cast aside.
Bound by blood, prey on love.
Use the bind. Blood keeps you tight. Prey on love.
You cant see the spite.
I wear the scars, from the years, you tore us apart.
Manipulate, disintegrate, every word, is taken to heart.
No closed wounds, true face you keep.
No closed wounds, true face you keep hidden from me
edge of a knife.
Edge of a knife until i'm dead. battle the battles inside your head.
Standing on the edge of a knife, pull on the chain to keep them tight.
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Bloodrun
01:23
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The blood that runs, only a coward to curse.
Instead invisible binds, bleed them out into the night.
No skin to cut off, only body to follow.
hidden amongst paper and gold,
where memories blurred and souls are sold.
There is no god here. Only devil spawn who scream no more.
Just let them bleed.
As the blood runs away, you wash your hands in the sea.
Blood Run, you wash your hands in the sea.
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Sacred
02:35
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There's nothing sacred about a bowing head, a preacher man under control committed to death. They showed me a world of dreams,
sell my soul to die in a hole.
I'd rather the abyss, than a blood soaked gift.
I'd rather the abyss, nothing to miss
They showed me a world of dreams
Sell my soul to die in a hole.
On my own watch me drown, feel my lungs sink with scum.
Heaven won't find me now.
Bottom of the earth find me now.
Bring them down to the fucking ground.
The hand of god will never find us now.
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Vain Existence
03:56
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Dark, light into my life. Devastation, with no fight.
Retract from their sight, Rest assured, nothing's right.
Dead emotion, leak to the sky, justify present life.
Falling into habitual wasteland. Reality crusades torment my sleep.
They all survive and hide, They're blind.
Contemplation of the cycle bound in flesh and bone.
Chained by instincts, vain existence is all that we deserve.
I've already lost my soul, as the logic unfolds the darkness in us all,
This vain existence, is all we'll ever know.
Salvation.
You won't find a salvation from this, vain existence.
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Kid Presentable Canberra, Australia
Kid Presentable is...
Elliot - Vocals
Zac - Guitar
Anthony - Guitar
Campbell - Drums
Luke - Bass
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