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Dreambound ________________________________ Artist: Obscurities Song: Crestfallen Album: Single (2020) Hometown: Phoenixville, Pennsylvania Facebook: Spotify: ________________________________ Lyrics: My eyes, they tremble At the sight of fate Like a rock with no emotion But still I stand on my own two feet Cold, my lips grow pale The scent of life turns stale I walk this earth among the shadows Just a wisp in the air A life I used to know It's all clear to me now I've lost faith in myself A hollow shell, an unwritten tale I've strayed from the path far too long My true north is just a haunted song Of harmful memories and jaded dreams Denying all sense of fame But still I sing (As we sing) (I miss you so) Embrace these lines they were written for you A fragile mind with a heart seeking love Beating, fighting for a will to overcome Whole-hearted, never numb Distant friendships mean no different to us Day by day the pain remains Forever, always next to you My spirit will stay Holding on to our memories To guide our dreams Sacrificing everything to become free I've cleansed my hands from the filth that riddles my name Take my hand This storm has our vessel and it's out of sight Don't let go Your grip is slipping, so hang on with all your might I've been there before Blackened rooms with boarded windows Enslaving my mind Drawling lines between reality Lost in a hole that always confines me You're not the only one hurt by depression Everything you love will fall to ruin Distant I've plagued myself to believe That everyone is out trying to get me A null void like a casket engraved with my name A victim to my own damn mind I've cleansed my hands From the filth that riddled my name I've cleansed my hands Take my hand This storm has our vessel and it's out of sight Don't let go Your grip is slipping, so hang on with all your might I've been there before Blackened rooms with boarded windows Enslaving my mind Drawling lines between reality Lost in a hole that always confines me You're not the only one hurt by depression Everything you love will fall to ruin Distant I've plagued myself to believe That everyone is out trying to get me A null void like a casket engraved with my name A victim to my own damn mind I've cleansed my hands From the filth that riddled my name I've cleansed my hands Take my hand This storm has our vessel and it's out of sight Don't let go Your grip is slipping, so hang on with all your might Take my hand Your depression won't pull you underneath You've got a life you have to discover ________________________________ Credits: Produced by Carson Slovak & Grant McFarland at Atrium Audio
