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Stolas - Our Last Night On Earth

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Published on Mar 16, 2013

Off their 2013 debut album, Living Creatures. I do not own this stuff blah blah blah

Lyrics:
I'm so sick of this
I'm so sick of all these places that I've been.
All my friends alike, cut from consciousness.
Their lives are dithering, but not me.
I'm fine.

The sky lit up.
I watched the words roll off of your lips.
The sound of waves broke apart what was left of here
The nights grew louder in the great beyond.
We all had to let go.

It's such a mystery how you can get to me
and turn my life off.
And all the space between,
it all makes sense to me:
We're all in this lost.

We fell like others when this world was so cold,
but never like this, now this doesn't feel like home.
Take comfort in knowing it won't be all right.
We fell like others when this world was so cold,
but never like this, now this doesn't feel like home.
I'm sorry to inform you:
I'm sorry for you.

(Narration from Kurt Travis and Lauren Johnson) Is she asleep?
Yeah she knows its bad from us boarding the windows, but she doesn't understand why.
Sure she does, every adult shes seen today had it nailed to their faces like an eviction notice.
So much nothing, it looks like television static eating up the horizon, how can we already be out of time?
We never made any did we.
We lost focus in our coffee cup tunnel vision too many times, forgot the point, why were we here keeping this world alive?
How?
Meaning in life is just somthing we cultivate, we start with an idea and run with it everywhere, like tired gospel all the while its dying in our heads
Like roses?
Exactly like roses, until its not, then its birthday presents, reality tv mainlining the happily ever after. And this, the white noise waiting outside our door

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