Name: Empty
Channel: Lunar Flares
Description: "Empty" is a song by Lunar Flares. Focusing everything on the bloom makes you give up the photosynthesis.

Empty

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Focusing everything on the bloom makes you give up the photosynthesis.

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Lunar Flares

I like Bright Eyes, Leonard Cohen, Harvey Danger, System of a Down, Harry Chapin, Kind of Like Spitting, and three thousand others. I don't sound like any of th

Sixteen years old, cheap guitar, notebooks full of scribbling. Enjoy?

Song Info

Genre

Alternative • Other Alternative

Charts

Peak #1,407

Peak in subgenre #187

Author

Lunar Flares

Rights

Lunar Flares

Uploaded

May 22, 2003

Track Files

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MP3 5.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Lyrics

These days, you only wake up
To lock your bedroom door.
Dead dreams and magazines
Are scattered on the floor,

And the light on your ceiling
Shines too bright for your eyes.
(It contrasts with the shadows
Of the previous night's lies.)

You've got a headache that's pounding
Like a drum in your head.
You stick it under your pillow,
So you won't wake the dead.

Because, they're already alive,
And you can't go on
With them eating
Up your insides.
So, you try turning some tricks.
You sell your soul
For a little more dough
For another fix.

You used to be Miss Congenial.
Now, you're only mislead,
And your world's full of blues,
And you're only seeing red.

You used to memorize rainbows,
And catch the stars from the sky.
Now, you're arching your back,
And your sweetness runs dry.

You get sick to your stomach
As you swallow your spit.
You used to swim through the city.
Now, you're drowning in it.

Don't be fooled; this ain't passion.
No, it's just a facade.
Your body's a martyr,
And addiction's your god.

I saw you crucify yourself
With a needle and
The hardwood you
Were lying on.
But, you couldn't even bleed.
The world's a jungle,
And you're just
An empty seed.

Somebody once told you
There's still reason to breathe,
But you can't find a way
To let yourself believe.

So, you pray, and hope, and wish;
Throw your pennies in the well,
And fill the
Collection dish.
It will never be enough.
You're going to choke inside
Until you open
Up to love.

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