1. |
Tortured Bones
04:35
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Well I dont think the blood still flows
along these tortured bones.
I don't think my head
can keep up.
And I wish I could feel anything
outside of apathy,
but all I know is living alone.
Tortured bones.
Now my skin is shaded blue
and my eyes keep rolling too
the back of my head.
I smell like hell
and I bathe in shame
and I don't think the blood still flows
along these tortured bones.
And I wish I could feel anything
outside of apathy,
but all I know is living alone.
Tortured bones.
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2. |
Spring/Winter
05:26
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I don't wanna see you in my sleep,
it's the one place I had to myself
and that room is for seeking
because I know it's where you hide.
Close my eyes, clench my teeth.
I feel the ground quake beneath
and I hear the trees part way with the earth.
Well didn't they ever get tired
of living in circles?
Something's never change.
I don't wanna see you in my sleep,
it's the one place I had to myself
and that room is for seeking
cause I know it's where you hide
on those long nights you feel deprived
from some kind of path to satisfaction.
It's the same feeling that I get
when I remember cause now I remember,
I don't know a damn thing about you,
hey, I don't know a damn thing about you.
Where is your grace?
Burning my confidence.
I see now the thoughts that twist
in the wrong direction when you come around.
I have grown tired of running in circles
all around you.
Well Spring is the season of revival
and Winter is a cease to the past.
Insecurities are the imposing enemies,
when you're afraid of the unknown,
you're afraid of who you might become.
And I don't wanna see you in my sleep,
it's the one place I had to myself.
And that room is for seeking
cause I know it's where you hide
on those long nights you feel deprived
from some kind of path to satisfaction.
The same feeling that I get
when I remember cause now I remember.
I don't know a damn thing about you,
hey, I don't know a damn thing about you.
And if you ask me how that feels,
well I feel deprived
from some kind of path to satisfaction
that I might never find.
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3. |
Inner Peace
03:45
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Clean the dirt off my face,
I cannot see just who I used to be.
and the hate you forsake,
now a fossil at the bottom
Of the lake.
So lend me your inner peace
And teach me purity.
Lend me your misery
And I'll keep you free,
I will keep you free.
My integrity is not a deed of concern.
Well dont you know?
I live by the lessons I have learned
and now that I devoured the rain,
I watch the flowers
wither in pain.
So lend me your inner peace
and teach me purity.
Lend me your misery
and I'll keep you free,
I will keep you free.
I am whole, not again
but for the first time.
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4. |
Headstone
06:46
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I wish I could separate the water and the waves,
So I can crash without being saved.
You won't find me again,
for I am at the bottom of the grave.
(Grave)
And I will part the valley and the stone
that I once roamed, with no home.
And my body beaten bare to the bone,
I will not wait much longer,
for I am at the bottom of the grave.
(Grave)
(Instrumental)
I'm sleeping under my headstone tonight
and you can come with me, if you'd like,
and if it rains, well thats alright.
I'm sleeping under my headstone tonight
and it's always colder in the dead of night
but that's alright.
I'm sleeping under my headstone tonight.
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5. |
Confined Souls
02:32
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All our confined souls think
but never change.
All our confined souls.
I can feel it in my bones,
the most when I am alone.
All our confined souls
pave the final road.
All our confined souls.
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Heavens Untold South Dakota
Heavens Untold is an acoustic project originally based out of a bedroom somewhere in CT (2010). HU was created with the intention to be free, emotional, and honest through music. There are no limits or expectations just an ebb and flow of ideas.
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