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• Artiste: Counterpunch
• Titre: High Tide For Internal Strife
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Oh God help me out of this quicksand Waist deep in apathy the struggle brings us closer to the ultimate demise Appease the emptiness no need to fill the void cause time and space never factored in This attachment to a childhood dream It’s the struggle that brings us together It’s the smile on a perfect stranger And as the tide rolls in on the demons within reality loosens it’s hold And it’s cold It chills to the bone And all I can think of is home Try not to sit on your hands this life will pass you buy Don’t take for granted a single breath I know it’s not the easiest concept Were not just creatures of habit here to punch the clock It’s the struggle that brings us together It’s a smile on a perfect stranger And as the tide rolls in on the demons within reality loosens it’s hold And it’s cold it chills to the bone and all I can think of is home Gravity This party’s over and I’m gunna lose it I can feel the strings pulling me down now My cover’s open Too late to start it over And now I feel that I’m losing control And it’s cold it chills to the bone and all I can think of is home And how I want to leave this place get out on the road Get out on the road and never come home Let’s go! So grab my hand save me from sinking I’m all out of faith and hope so trust is all we’ve got I never saw the light at the end of the tunnel You came into view but out of focus