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letra de splitting of the breast - eyenine

[verse 1: eyenine]
me or my resources, which is more exhausted?
it’s hard to tell the difference when my life’s been taken hostage
tossed into this hostile environment, i have been
dying to remain myself when everyone is wired in
the higher that i climb it’s getting harder
but when i reach the top i can jump off and be a martyr
that’s if, and only if, i can remember why i started
at this current elevation the way up remains uncharted
we part with our hearts in advance
so pardon my long and unstoppable glance
any chance that i get is being tossed into the wind
getting lost is not an option so i’m opting to win
getting to the top requires patience
i’m placed in such a difficult situation
and i’m facing the location where the sun will always rise
until everything we know in this universe dies

[eyenine]
this is the set up to the end of our existence
[witness]
what’s the point of living if it doesn’t make a difference?
[eyenine]
we stayed to fight despite attempts to be resistant
[witness]
this world is a prison. this world is a prison
[eyenine]
this is the set up to the end of our existence
[witness]
what’s the point of loving if it doesn’t make a difference?
[eyenine]
we stayed to fight despite attempts to be resistant
[witness]
this world is a prison. this world is a prison

[verse 2: witness]
well it’s the splitting of the breast, the division of the chest
the admission of a guest in the prisons of the flesh
it’s living without feeling, feeling without touching
sharing the same nowhere as everything and nothing
yeah, they’ll say they’ll need you as long as you’re being useful
but no one is there to love you, whenever you seek approval
it’s futile to bother breathing and reaching out for the distance
when all of the pain of trusting could be rendered nonexistent
so would you want it? you want it. i know you want it
the chance to run away from the broken home that you’ve haunted?
the promise that doesnt fracture, the laughter that stays alive
the lover that never leaves you, the mother that never dies
cause you could have it, imagine a world of static
the fabric that binds the body is tattered and torn to shreds
evaporated and braided into existence
this is the moment that you know that we were born for death

- eyenine

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