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[trespass]"this could be an answer, to why things fall apart" [trespass] was written hours before a show, then performed, with improvised lyrics and guitar. we like it, so we kept it. chris said he wanted to write a slow song. we wrote one. this song is about wanting to let your true self shine. about knowing that things could be perfect. about knowing that it is neither the place nor the time. about paralysis. there's a place inside my mind a place where i can hide from all of these bad dreams that haunt my waking life needles pierce beneath my skin with a message scribed in black my intentions across my chest i can't take them back this could be an answer to why things fall apart this could be the answer to make it known that i fall and i stumble could it change, would it make me better? i know how to keep these things inside i could tell you how i'd end this story confess to you from my weighted conscience of the one thing that i believe |
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