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The Message

from Tearing at the Seams by The Hobby

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Locked in a perpetual winter
Nothing grows, nothing grows
Ice-covered window panes see it all
The big freeze

Crystals form on the canvas you made
Washed away, washed away
Surrounding you in this prison you built, of hate and guilt

I might not get out of here
The future's all becoming clear

Wars rage on in the outside world
Away from me, away from me
This cold shelters me from the things that I choose not to see

This bed is corrupt and frozen
In a space, it's too late
To rectify everything that has been done to make the people live this way

I might not get out of here
The future's all becoming clear
This is the final chance
To not brush off the truth that I ignored from the first glance

The message repeats

A single phrase knows no end, "we never lied, we never lied"
In this place, under this spell, we're out of time, we're out of time

In this place, under this spell, I'm out of time, I'm out of time, about to-

As I look in this mirror
It seems that all I had to fear was me.

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from Tearing at the Seams, released April 28, 2015

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Screaming into mics since 2012.

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