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Days. Months. Years. Spent
In self-imposed isolation
As a sacrifice to achieve my dreams
A sick ascetic sickness that saps my will to live
Every moment, every hour, planned to the T
I said I’d give everything, to see my dreams
But I’m standing in the jaws of the future and I see it consuming me
My time, my body, my passion, my very life
Is but the currency of my dreams
And I am paying far too much
No ties, no loves, no breath, no respite
No joys, no breeze, no rest in sight
No friends by my side, no walks in the night
Just self-commitment
And I can’t do this anymore
This is not a life, this is fucking purgatory
A life spent in waiting
A life spent at the gates
And I am fucking sick of waiting
I can’t take this anymore
Please just let it end
Please just let me
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I'm at Home in the North
03:48
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Give me darkness, give me cold
Give me landscapes to freeze my soul
I'm at home in the North
My body bakes and my flesh boils
In this scorching Southern hell
But my heart is cold, preserved in ice
Amongst snow and evergreens
I want to see trees and verdant fields
Capped in gowns of white
Skies of piercing blue
Or asleep in muted grey
Trails that lead me deep, into the forest of my mind
Where breeze and tranquil peace, soothe my every pain
The stones, they sleep, in ancient peace
The trees, they whisper, so soft and sweet
While the twigs, they snap, and crackle with laughter
And the birds, the birds, they sing
So give me darkness, give me cold
Give me landscapes to freeze my soul
I'm at home in the North
Snow. Trees. Road. Home
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Beneath the Waves
05:16
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Cut it, rip it, tear it out from me
Cut it, rip it, tear it out from me
This pain is fucking unbearable
Breath, gasp, wretch
Ocean, tears, wrents
Gut, sick, clenched
Beg for the end
Wake from oblivion, into nothingness
Only to regain, knowledge of the day
Instant recollection and the price to be paid
Wake from oblivion, into nothingness
Only to regain, knowledge of the day
Instant recollection and the price to be paid
Cut it, rip it, tear it out from me
Cut it, rip it, tear it out from me
This pain is fucking unbearable
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Woods Witch San Diego, California
Frigid riffs embedded into the barren hellscapes of Southern California. Take the crushing weight of the pacific ocean and the oppressive despair of an unrelenting sun, invigorate it with freezing veins of a northern winter, and fuel it with the manic energy of blistering asphalt, and you have Woods Witch. If you’re not weeping, screaming, punching, or running in a circle, then we don’t play it. ... more
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