- Aeons

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November 12, 2015

Lyrics

I think there's a pulse,
But I don't remember feeling
Anything close to this,
And I don't know if it's worthwhile.
But I hope so,
'Cause I don't feel so well
I don't feel so well

I've got to keep a grip on this,
Or the rising tide could still
Pull us underneath
And leave us to the ocean.
Either way,
I'm starting to feel there's something wrong
With this poison
'Cause in my veins it's burning.

And I hope you hold a place for us,
Far enough away,
From all the flames they like to tell us about.
And I hope you hold a way for us,
'Cause I don't really know you
I don't really know you

Why the hell did I seek the truth?
All I've seen [is? / in?] its reflection
Still part of me regrets it.
And I just wanted to see (the truth).
Now it's clear,
We're alone in this.

It's your funeral;
It's your dying day.
So make amends,
Before the end
Will leave us nothing.

It's your funeral;
It's your dying day.
So make amends,
For one last stand,
Then leave with nothing.

Will I breathe again?
Will my lungs fill with fire?
When I breathe again,
I hope it's okay.

Will I see again?
When the smoke clears,
Who will still remain here?
When I see again,
I hope it's okay.

Chemical fires will signal we're dead
Chemical fires will signal we're dead, gone
Chemical fires will signal we're...

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