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• Artiste: Riot Before (The)
• Titre: Capillaries
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We build utopian empires We construct policy Slumped over on bar stools Stumbling through the streets We are dreaming in vacuums Where there's no gravity All the words that we say never hold any weight They are polished, they're perfect, pristine Show cars on the street Singing tongues over rhythm Always searching for words I'm alone in the backseat In communion with chords Tightened strings over fret boards Transcend the distance of stars But the light that's received is distant history The present still lost in the dark The downtown is deserted for suburbs and strip malls The country inverted lit up by a cell phone I'm mindlessly scrolling through numbers I won't ever choose 'Cause I can't call you I wish I could call you There is a dim light that shines from the opposite side of the lake A haze over water, that something I can't quite attain There is a canvas whose blankness is screaming, keeps me awake I am wrong, I am flawed, but I am saved So it's cheap beer and late nights just sitting outside talking dreams That's how I remember it It's blood always making its way to the tiniest veins That's how I remember it I woke on the floor of a stranger's apartment Refilled pockets with spilled change I walked out the front door into the descending rain Occupying the empty space Between the lines filling history's Pages of war, kings, of famine, and fortune The leaders, the fallen, magnificent chosen Though I am a drop in the largest of oceans Through unceasing motion I'll cling to the constants Sunrise and the sunset Tempered yet unquiet With fists buried in pockets