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Misreading
Of intentions
Oblivious to when you looked away
Imagination
Made false hope
I then became irrational
Despite all the goodbyes and what we left behind us
You know where to find me
Despite all the goodbyes and what we left behind us
You know where to find me
Closed stories and bookmarked endings
Are nothing but temporary
Despite all the goodbyes and what we left behind us
You know where to find me
A life beyond
My own shadow
Far from my sphere of influence
Your peace of mind
Is more important
Before I become
Despite all the goodbyes and what we left behind us
You know where to find me
Despite all the goodbyes and what we left behind us
You know where to find me
Closed stories and bookmarked endings
Are nothing but temporary
Despite all the goodbyes and what we left behind us
You know where to find me
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2. |
Weakness
03:33
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Bow down to your creator, the one true designer,
And your heart was forged in genesis for humanity,
The skeletons are a great foundation for burdens
Can it be put to the test with a little push for empathy
Structure of your faith requires me to be a believer,
Yet I see your legs get shaky when the compass isn’t north,
You seem to be holding tight to what your Lord has said,
But can you hold on when it’s inconvenient
You can be the strength,
You can be the love you can be,
God’s only weakness
You can be the strength,
You can be the love you can be,
God’s only weakness
How does it feel like being
God’s only weakness
You can be the strength,
You can be the love you can be,
God’s only weakness
Bow down to your creator, the one true designer,
And your heart was forged in genesis for humanity,
You can be the strength,
You can be the love you can be,
God’s only weakness
You can be the strength,
You can be the love you can be,
God’s only weakness
How does it feel like being
God’s only weakness
You can be the strength,
You can be the love you can be,
God’s only weakness
Strength, love, weakness
Strength, love, weakness
Strength, love, weakness
Strength, love, weakness
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3. |
Memory Vault
05:15
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I need to change, for my own sake
I need to learn, I can’t have it all
I need to let go things out of my control,
I need to find new paths
It’s not what it seems in this memory vault
So let me retrace to find what’s at fault
I need to change, for my own sake
I need to learn, I can’t have it all
It’s not what it seems in this memory vault
So let me retrace to find what’s at fault
//
When the memory blurs between the lines of fiction, yes I could dream on,
But if I want to liberate myself from the grips of the past, then I should move on
When the memory blurs between the lines of fiction, yes I could dream on,
But if I want to liberate myself from the grips of the past, then I should move on
It’s not what it seems in this memory vault
So let me retrace to find what’s at fault
When the memory blurs between the lines of fiction, yes I could dream on,
But if I want to liberate myself from the grips of the past, then I should move on
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4. |
Airlock
03:26
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The future is now
But only for the few
Many won’t even live to see
Others won’t even get past the
Airlock
The promise of health
Hope for a kind future
Many won’t even live to see
Others won’t even get past the
Airlock
The hand that feeds won't promise us a seat
Secular gods on repeat
The hand that feeds say we’ll get there
But I’m not convinced in this new gilded age
Tycoons don’t guarantee us a seat
When I might not even get past the airlock
Airlock
The hand that feeds won't promise us a seat
Secular gods on repeat
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5. |
Guide Me Down To Hell
05:04
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Reality didn’t hit me til I got to your hospital bed
The priest has been praying to the lord but I guess it’s now too late
I kneel down to the ground and kissed your forehead
But you were gone gone gone and it’s driving me mad
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Death may as well take my hand and guide me down to hell
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
When the deed was done I thought I could just carry on,
But I’m no mechanical being and my mind is haunted by the past,
I was standing on rooftops and scouting bridges to jump off,
Refused to talk to anyone and just slept under my desk
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Death may as well take my hand and guide me down to hell
(Just take his hand, just take his hand)
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Death may as well take my hand and guide me down to hell
(Just take his hand, just take his hand)
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Death may as well take my hand and guide me down to hell
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Death may as well take my hand and guide me down to hell
(Just take his hand, just take his hand)
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
Death may as well take my hand and guide me down to hell
(Just take his hand, just take his hand)
Just can’t recover (from burying a friend)
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Rosemallows Kuching, Malaysia
Rosemallows is an experimental post-punk duo from Kuching, Sarawak.
Rosemallows
are:
Terence A. Anthony (Vocals, Synths, Bass)
and
Andy Mazlan (Guitars)
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