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Altruist
03:22
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The altruist walks to the sound of revere,
As the misguided and oblivious people cheer.
The hint of a smirk poking at his cheek,
Until compelled by compassion he would start to speak.
The glowing embers of his paper eyes,
Ignited by the passions that envelop the skies
Of his world, such a lonely world, such a lonely world
In which he lives, and abides, never bats or blinks an eye.
He offers advice that he doesn't believe,
Doesn't feel like he helps, only lies and deceives,
The altruist loved for the love he provides,
Masking all the hatred and unrest he imbibes.
Altruism,
Not so easy in a cataclysm.
An unnatural disaster in the heart of his mind,
Forever at war to keep himself in line.
Whoever he meets, people love him to death.
The truth however is is that he's choked his last breath.
Burdened by the reputation built in his life, he is
Suffocating, replicating sting after strife.
Altruism,
Not so easy in a cataclysm.
An unnatural disaster in the heart of his mind,
Forever at war to keep himself in line.
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Flame
04:09
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The wind whispers wistfully into your hair,
The sun ignites the sparkle in your eye.
The raindrops rolling lightly down the nape of your neck,
Mimic in vain the tears you cry.
The lightning strikes up conversation with your jaw,
The thunder rolls a finger to your lips,
The sadness in your heart draws me in closer,
A thousand fold the sirens drew in ships.
And it's strange, for although I know your features,
I cannot see your face, nor know your name.
Sometimes I wish I had the will to find you,
And burn the beast that dared to douse your flame.
Time ticks along, and sings a song of urgency,
Tocks of money, funny how it disappears.
A slew of reasons, chronic treasons take their toll,
Leave nothing but a ringing in your ear.
And it's strange, for although I know your features,
I cannot see your face, nor know your name.
Sometimes I wish I had the will to find you,
And burn the beast that dared to douse your flame.
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To Live
06:20
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To touch, isn't always to feel,
To mend, isn't always to heal,
To see, isn't always to know,
And so I feel the way I do, even though the tears don't show.
To hear, isn't always to understand the question,
To laugh, doesn't mean that we've made a real connection,
To live, isn't always to love,
But to love again, I would forfeit my life above.
To yearn, isn't always to want the one you're after,
To mourn, doesn't mean there can't sometimes be laughter.
To live, isn't always to love,
But to love again, I would forfeit my life above.
To live, isn't always to love,
For you, I would forfeit my life above.
And now, yeah you can see,
Just what you mean to me.
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Blue Spruce New York, New York
We are an indie alternative rock band based out of New York City that is passionate about making innovative music, videos,
and making a positive change in the world through what we create.
Our lyrical themes are fresh and exciting, while our music is catchy and ambitious while remaining accessible and interesting to both the casual listener and the more seasoned musician.
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