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• Artiste: Echoes
• Titre: Far From Coincidence
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Woke up this morning with the sun on my face, pastel paintings on the walls of my room. Light beams dancing on the covers of my med, stopping to catch a breath in the space you used to be. This is far from coincidence, connected in random moments. A functional dysfunction becomes a repeated occurrence. I stand isolated from the thought of my being, unable to break the ice around my heart. Is there a reason I should be listening to myself again, when I know by nightfall my world will be dead once more? This is far from coincidence, connected in random moments. A functional dysfunction becomes a repeated occurrence. Take my hand as I walk into the great unknown, I'll see you on the other side smiling. I'll see your tears aren't exactly real. Take my hand, we'll wake from the world. (Lyrics unsung in booklet:) This stillborn feeling cannot be brought to life, the inability to cope with those around us. Consumed by the need to know wrong from right, even if it doesn't change a thing... about you...or me. Bodies rust together on this unfair world, minds that melt into thousands of regrets. Killers in the morning, lovers in the dark, what defines our sanity addicted to drama! We fail to get really involved, we fail to distance ourselves. We fail to forgive, fail to forget, we fail to see our horrors unfold. Again I failed to even notice my body collapsing to the floor. As the curtain draws to a close, seasons came to pass...