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And so the Ravens Took to the Sky and Waged a War
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And so the Ravens Took to the Sky and Waged a War
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Side A
Length: 0:05:57 ISRC: QZZ7U2506183 We didn’t talk like we used to But I still knew what you meant The way your eyes held too long Then dropped like they were spent It didn’t fall apart—it faded And that hurt worse Your voice got smaller in the room Not quieter—just... distant Familiar things turned sideways Even the laughter bent I counted on it lasting Like we all do But nothing told me It was already through It’s not gone— But it’s not here Just a trace That used to be clear I watch it leave One look at a time Too late to hold Too soon to define I would’ve said more If I knew it was the last Not a farewell Just a slow collapse It’s not gone— But it’s not here Just a name I don’t use in the mirror I carry it In pieces, in sounds In the way I move When no one’s around We were everything... and then we weren’t We were everything... and then we weren’t We were everything... and then we weren’t We were everything... and then we weren’t We were everything... and then we weren’t
Length: 0:04:33 ISRC: QZZ7U2506184 There are roads that end before I start Maps I’ll never crease or tear People passing through their hours While I stay caught inside this air Somewhere, a child names a star And someone else forgets their face Meanwhile, I drift without a mark A moment lost, a vacant place How many lives run parallel While I just trace the margin line? I can't begin to count the hours That won’t be mine, that won’t be mine There’s music played I’ll never hear A summer storm I’ll never smell Hands I’ll never brush in passing Homes where I will never dwell A thousand meals, a thousand names A language fading while I breathe Each second born beyond my reach Another place I’ll never leave How many lives run parallel While I just trace the margin line? A world too vast to comprehend And barely touched by what is mine How many lives run parallel While I just trace the margin line? A world too vast to comprehend And barely touched by what is mine All I’ll never touch All I’ll never be All I’ll never touch All I’ll never be All I’ll never touch All I’ll never be All I’ll never touch All I’ll never be
Length: 0:04:53 ISRC: QZZ7U2506185 I trace the outlines others draw But every edge feels carved too deep The world hums in a different pitch Too sharp to follow, too low to keep Rooms that buzz with easy talk Choke the air with coded norms I nod, I fake, I know my lines But never seem to match their forms No home in their design No thread runs through my skin Every setting feels off-mark No matter where I’ve been No matter where I’ve been Am I the error? Am I the noise? Or just a shape That never had a choice? Turned every angle Still not right Here but not aligned Here but not aligned
Length: 0:03:21 ISRC: QZZ7U2506186 Stacked thoughts in rows—cut 'em out Peel the pressure like rotting scalp Tendon-tight care, stretched to tear Snapped it loose, I’m barely there Ripped out guilt with a spoon Let the nerves drift out the wound Overthinking—too diseased Flushed that twitch, now I’m at ease Let it rot, I won’t stitch it Tore the urge—didn’t miss it No more clutching at the air What’s not mine—I won’t wear Scalpel thought Lobotomy calm Cut it loose Let it be gone Scars where duty used to sit Now just open, clean and split Care was heavy, dead and fat Dropped the weight—won’t take it back Let it rot, I won’t stitch it Tore the urge—didn’t miss it Pressure’s just a nervous twitch Snapped it off—now I don’t itch Scalpel thought Lobotomy calm Cut it loose Let it be gone I stopped holding what was never mine to carry. I stopped holding what was never mine to carry. I stopped holding what was never mine to carry. I stopped holding what was never mine to carry.
Side B
Length: 0:03:20 ISRC: QZZ7U2506187 I speak when no one’s there to hear Phrases built from worn-out threads I stand in rooms that don’t exist Mouthing lines that won’t be read Each sentence shaped, then thrown away Then shaped again, then left to rot The same old tone, rehearsed too long A war of thoughts the world forgot You never asked But I still answer You never stayed But I still wait Every word I never said Still claws against my tongue A thousand ways to not begin Each ending still undone A question bends into a plea Then folds itself into a lie I argue points no one has made And walk away before reply How many times must I return To things I never had the guts To say aloud when it was real— Instead, I let them turn to dust Every word I never said Still claws against my tongue A thousand ways to not begin Each ending still undone You never knew But I kept talking To the version That might have stayed
Length: 0:04:28 ISRC: QZZ7U2506188 Tried to make sense of the sky Measured it in words But it kept stretching Farther than I could deserve Thought I held something solid But it cracked when I named it I spoke like I knew Then choked when I claimed it So loud inside So small outside Every answer I grab Turns into static The bigger it gets The less I can have it Maps I drew in my head Don’t match the ground And every time I ask I’m spun around No compass No scale Just a room Too wide to fail Crushed by the scale Of what I can’t carry I look out And barely vary Every thought Feels too clean For the mess Underneath the machine Not afraid Just undone By the truth That never runs I won’t pretend To hold it right It moves too fast It burns too.... Not afraid Just undone By the truth That never runs I won’t pretend To hold it right It moves too fast It burns too bright Crushed by the scale Of what I can’t carry I speak less Still feel wary Every truth Feels half-told Through a keyhole I tried to hold Crushed by the scale Of what I can’t carry I look out And barely vary Every thought Feels too clean For the mess Underneath the machine Not afraid Just undone By the truth That never runs I won’t pretend To hold it right It moves too fast It burns too bright
Length: 0:08:46 ISRC: QZZ7U2506189 Tired of thin words and dead stares I want the weight, I want what's rare I see it in the way you pause Like you're building up your cause Say it real or not at all I won’t tiptoe, I want the fall There's more in your breath than you admit Something held back, barely lit Let it spill—I won’t run You’re not the only loaded gun Don’t play the part, don’t hold the line I want the version you try to hide Let’s go past the edge, past the blur Give me what hurts, what makes you stir If it takes time, I’ll dig slow But I won’t stay where I can’t know I don’t care for surface talk I want your wreckage, I want your shock The mess, the truth, the rough-cut lines Every version you left behind Let’s go past the edge, past the blur Give me what aches, give me the stir If it takes time, I’ll dig slow But I won’t stay where I can’t know Say it wrong. Say it real. Just say it. Tired of thin words and dead stares I want the weight, I want what's rare I see it in the way you pause Like you're building up your cause Say it real or not at all I won’t tiptoe, I want the fall There's more in your breath than you admit Something held back, barely lit Let it spill—I won’t run You’re not the only loaded.... Don’t play the part, don’t hold the line I want the version you try to hide Let’s go past the edge, past the blur Give me what hurts, what makes you stir If it takes time, I’ll dig slow But I won’t stay where I can’t know I don’t care for surface talk I want your wreckage, I want your shock The mess, the truth, the rough-cut lines Every version you left behind Let’s go past the edge, past the blur Give me what aches, give me the stir If it takes time, I’ll dig slow But I won’t stay where I can’t know Say it wrong. Say it real. Just say it. I don’t care for surface talk I want your wreckage, I want your shock The mess, the truth, the rough-cut lines Every version you left behind Let’s go past the edge, past the blur Give me what aches, give me the stir If it takes time, I’ll dig slow But I won’t stay where I can’t know Say it wrong. Say it wrong. Say it wrong. Just say it. Say it wrong. Say it real. Just say it. Say it wrong. Say it real. Just say it. Say it wrong. Say it real. Just say it. Say it wrong. Say it real. Just say it.
Length: 0:04:37 ISRC: QZZ7U2506190 You looked straight through And I stayed still A pause too long, A breath half-spilled The room grew tight My hands betrayed All practiced calm Just slipped away Staring back, I come undone No guard, no shape, no place to run One glance cuts deeper than the knife Too real to fake, too sharp for flight A twitch, a blink, a shift too slow try to match your gaze But feel too known Staring back, I come undone No mask, no frame, no measured run Each second stretched across the bone Together, yet I stand alone We met somewhere Between control and fall Not touch—not words— But everything at once You blink I breathe We look away Still holding What we didn’t say