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Waves

by The Purge

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1.
America 04:32
Glorified war The immature beast of entertainment I cannot sleep - I cannot stay awake A haze of doubt and a desire to kill myself Protection from myself I buy into the lie. Normalcy will save us How dare you say I'm in denial? Heresy! My country is kissed by God. My self-hate and sadness aren't worth the race I participate in. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't. Desires manufactured by the labor of unseen hands Close my eyes. Disappear. Suicide. There once was happiness Now there is self-righteousness Drowning in debt I live in the moment I wake up more tired than I was the night before. Distress. Distrust. What is love? It's coming. It could come: A day when we live in equality. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't.
2.
Heaven 04:50
Tongues, black and white, simple to hear, parade as religions. Paradigms stand fortified, gracious for the abuse. There are no soldiers dead and humbled. There are no children raped and raped; they grow old. Smiling at the screen I grow old. Foreigners get put to death. Justice reigns in the homeland. Men, like children, hold their faith in heaven and the media: What appears is good and what is good appears. There is no need to believe in anything else. We have this. Under a black-light we forget fears. Drunk with Red and White and Blue. Explosions ring across the world but they can't kill us here. There is no God to deny us heaven. There are no mortars ending life. We die young. Wretched in the morning We die young. A story of an orphan girl, her mother's head exploded open, is washed away by a sea of smiles; a drunken march of youth. What appears is you And what is good appears. We contribute nothing to this void. We are emptiness personified. We are emptiness. Sound aborted from its fury fills the airwaves through the night. Someone dies as I turn the ignition and drive. There is no source of consciousness. There is no wrong we can't ignore. I grow cold. Ignoring everything in the world that I don't want to believe, I grow cold.
3.
Motions 03:52
I sleep until my bones break. Siberia exists. I felt it on your fingers. This is worse than denial. You touch me like hammer's fall. I dream to not exist. I hate what's inside me. I own a mirror, but I can't use it like you. I see jackals where love should be. I see emotion where eyes should be. I don't know how you laugh. I don't know how you laugh. Nothing is wrong. I don't know how you laugh. Nothing is wrong. Nothing is right or wrong. This is worse than denial. This is "nothing is wrong." This is "nothing is right or wrong." Forget my emotions. I'll go through the motions. You'll forget my emotions. I'll go through the motions.
4.
Violence 04:56
Hello, Violence. You're a welcome sight, visiting my television day and night. I have so much to learn from you. I have so much to learn from you. I could be anything I want to. I want to be just like you. I am exceptional. I have everything to lose. I'm not afraid of violence. I have the right to choose. Violence, I love you. You simplify the world for me. Friend and foe distinctions made explicitly. We both think the same truths. We both think the same truths. I could be anything I want to. I want to be just like you. I am exceptional. I have everything to lose. I'm not afraid of violence. I have the right to choose. There is no debate staring down the barrel of a gun. It's not conditioning, It's just harmless fun. There's nothing we can't do. There's nothing we can't do. I could be anything I want to. I want to be just like you. I am exceptional. I have everything to lose. I'm not afraid of violence. I have the right to choose. I am exceptional. (We have everything to lose) I have everything to lose. I'm not afraid of violence. I have the right to choose.
5.
Age 04:05
She stands, ghost-faced, nails digging, her clothes defiled; the tragedy of love revealed. Like a blind animal, she meanders through. Hope becomes miasma. Twenty other figures with the same motivations form a line. Lights flick out. All questions are forgotten. Enjoyment is felt. But it does not exist. Vision returns. Now nothings is more lonesome than being awake. Scratching at her face, the skin, it, breaks. And the bleeding begins another day. Can this get thrown away? These taunts of happiness: Hair and Scent and Perfection Eternity is laughing. While we talk of Perfection, Eternity laughs. Like unpicked fruit, desire rots. All that once owned beauty is filth. Unnourishable dirt fills her garden. There is only this meaningless nostalgia and wasted time. She pours a glass of red wine and stares at a white wall. This has become everything. This has become time. A specter looms, dark in the blindness. A shade upon the light. He hovers low. She holds to fear. He loves her like the past. She is this. Nothingness. She is this Nothingness. She's better off dead.
6.
Youth 03:25
7.
Seized 04:22
I saw a woman seized in London. Three men circled her like animals in the square. She tried to run away but, drunk and tired, they snatched her every time and I watched and I did nothing. I looked right at her face as she struggled to make her struggle known. I could feel her eyes bore into me. They were begging me to say something, to say anything, but I was paralyzed and afraid. I didn't have an ounce of strength. I am so ashamed. Is this just the way things are? What was I supposed to say? I lived my life and left the country. Flying home, I slept and read and forgot. In denial, I sleep at night, not quite knowing what dreams may come. I didn't have an ounce of strength. I am so ashamed. Is this just the way things are? What was I supposed to say?
8.
Waves 04:49
Waves x5 In time and sound, our worlds crash down; passing moments, hate profound. The sand and sea, my memories, in your disinterest I drown. Waves I hear you crawling through the seas, choking back the ocean. I cling to my disease. I won't live to love again. Waves x3 I felt the touch, you to me soft like down around my heart Me to you: the weights around your waste dragging you down Waves x2 I hear you crawling through the seas, choking back the ocean. I cling to my disease. I won't live to love again. Forever with me, frozen in the water, statues in time. we take our breaths and then we die. and I feel control again.. Waves x 2 I hear you crawling through the seas, choking back the ocean. I cling to my disease. I won't live to love again. Forever with me, frozen in the water, statues in time. we take our breaths and then we die. and I feel control again..
9.
Suicide 04:02
There is a stigma, right here and abroad. We don't talk about it because it's too strong. At best, we wait until it hurts too much to say. By then it's too late to say you care if I stay. I've been thinking 'bout suicide and what if I got myself this time. x2 Yeah, it hurts to be alive but it hurts much more to reveal that I'm immobilized by who I am and how I feel. Would you understand me? I don't want to disappoint. I don't make any money so what's the point? I've been thinking 'bout suicide and what if I got myself this time. x4 I feel alone. (there is a stigma) I feel embarrassed. (right here and abroad) I feel weak. I feel small. (we don't talk about it) I feel like I can't do anything at all. *screaming* I've been thinking 'bout suicide and what if I got myself this time. x4
10.
Nothing 03:08
I tried to ask you for nothing. My tongue; the dampness everywhere I went, all the love I could gift you, I forget, I forget, I forget. There was a letter I wrote you that I never sent, helpless in the lamp light. I ate too much ice cream and hated myself. Nothing was great again. I tried to ask you for nothing. The grin of an augur you kissed like the last time I took the bullet for nothing and nothing was good again I told you in your mini-van, if I could die your muse, then I would die happily. There's a figure of speech for me. Always the bride's maid, but never the bride. I dreamt of you in a gown, and I then I dreamt of dreaming of death. I tried to ask you for nothing. My tongue; the dampness everywhere I went, all the love I could gift you, I forget, I forget, I forget. There was a notebook you gave me that I never penned. I left it in my dresser. Sometimes I'll think of my story and I'll hate myself. I'll never write again. I tried to ask you for nothing. The grin of an augur you kissed like the last time I took the bullet for nothing and nothing was good again And nothing was good again.
11.
Identity 03:48
You embodied me. You engulfed me. You were a brilliant, sun-bathed spray and I was nothing. You captivated. I felt elated to be given purpose and deemed worth living by you. You were my environment. I was an organism in you. You weren't weighted down by shame like me. You were enigma. I was catastrophe. Black and white, you colored my world. You can forget me but I can't forget you. You can leave me forever but I will wait here forever. When I was inside you the world melted away. I could have lived in your frame forever and been a better version of me. Inconsequential to you, and, in fact, harmful, I needed to know you to know me. You can forget me but I can't forget you. You can leave me forever but I will wait here forever. x3
12.
Harmony 04:36
This world is harmony. Nothing lives that does not die. I've guarded emotions like spiders guard flies. Destiny will kill me Tired eyes cannot cry Harmony will kill me Tired lies cannot die Gods are strange devices; make men more devicive Expectations : Misery Our possessions : Incendiary. Destiny will kill me Tired eyes cannot cry Harmony will kill me Tired lies cannot die Myriads of armies fight for positions in space and history Remember the wars Remember the war: Disinterest, disinterest, disinteresting. Destiny will kill me Tired eyes cannot cry Harmony will kill me Tired lies cannot die x2
13.
Dust 06:15
I breathe in dust until my throat burns. I lay in wait while the world turns. Once, I was young and life seemed bright. Now the day is darker than the darkest night. I was meant for more than this. I was meant to be someone else. I was meant to be in love with everyone. Please believe me. Please don't leave me. Why am I unhappy? Is it because I feel old; older than I should be for my life to unfold? I waded in waters of change. Now the river has run dry. Nothing of me remains. I am too dead to cry. I was meant for more than this, wasn't I? I was meant to be someone else. I was meant to be in love with everyone. Please believe me. Please don't leave me. The future is a dream deferred. The past remains. I, once, had greatness in me. Now I have changed. I was meant for more than this. I was meant to be someone else. I was meant to be loved by everyone. Please believe me. Please don't leave me.

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"...It's rare that any music these days gives me goosebumps. Every song gave me chills!" -Edgar von Graves of The Cemetery Boys

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released November 9, 2013

"Waves" was written, performed, recorded, and produced by Thomas Duerig on a laptop in his living room over the summer of 2013.

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