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Blank Slate
05:12
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I am not a Blank Slate
Yeah I've been here before
I know how you resonate
Your vibrations I adore
I am not a Blank Slate
But this is new
I'll sing something adequate
To detail that truth
I am not a blank yeah I've been here once before
Not at all by accident I've slept on this floor
Time moves in phases, yeah man I saw the waves
But I still recognise that face
'Cause you can wear my shoes then go walking
I'm sure it's for the best
Fulfill the urge how-ever fleeting
Unsure of your love interest
Hide the news you grin and bare it all, and it's the best
Sight I know, wood for the fire spent, her fingers grip
Deny the truth you spin and turn your tail, and it's the worst
Sight I know, we just got started.
'Cause you can wear my shoes, then go walking
I'm sure it's for the best
Fulfill the urge however fleeting
Unsure of your love interest
'Cause I'm the blue you, chose to dive in
Unsure of the depth
Resigned to an early morning
I left
I am not a Blank Slate
This is objective fate
Develop mental states
Between them I'll navigate
So I'm back to you
Choosing to induce those blues
Lying in my bed
Toss and turn
It seems I'll never learn
To forget
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(She)
Take some time, you'll never know I'm gone.
Spoke to them all, I tried to stop the flow of talk.
Your life's lot, to be ignored, you never know, we needed.
Time.
To.
Call them in, collect the funds, we'll need it all, we'll need it all.
See through your sockets, with a screw.
Talk has stopped, can't wait to walk, we used it all, we used it all.
My dear, that bag was full.
So take some time, you'll never know I'm gone.
Spoke to them all, I tried to stop the flow of talk.
Your life's lot, to be ignored, you never know, we needed.
Time.
To.
Stop the war, the battle's done it can't be won, it can't be won.
My dear, your nose is hungry too.
Obsessed, and over dress, I've gotta stare, I've gotta stare.
You're losing, what made you, you.
(Benedict)
Losing what made me, me.
You said I'm, losing what made me, me.
You said I'm, losing what made me, me.
Losing what made me, me.
You said I'm, losing what made me, me.
Losing what made me.. Me.
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Fire
03:52
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I want to breathe, fire.
This dive is re-, tired.
Let's get, high.
The devil is, dying.
Patrol the, outside.
Let's get, high.
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The burning, is coming.
Let's get, running.
The burning is coming.
Let's get, running.
The burning, is coming.
The drip it's, stunning.
My gun is, loaded.
Shoot my, bullet.
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Easy. Baby. Take it. Slow.
Don't de-. Mean this. Let it. Grow.
'Cause I, know.
She is not the she, she said she would be.
Tonight I'm gonna see, tonight I'm gonna see.
She is not the she, she said she would be.
Tonight I'm gonna see, tonight I'm gonna see.
Easy. Baby. Take it. Slow.
Don't de-. Mean this. Let it. Grow.
'Cause I, know.
He is not the he, he said he would be.
Tonight I'm gonna see, tonight I'm gonna see.
He is not the he, he said he would be.
Tonight I'm gonna see, tonight I'm gonna see.
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She is not the she, (he is not the he)
She is not the she, (he is not the he)
Struggling to see, through the rising steam.
Because tonight I'm gonna see, how my mind can bleed.
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Benedict Trenches Nottingham, UK
The songs the Benedict Trenches band perform are written as if from the characters perspective. The characters referenced in the lyrics (the Devil, She, etc.) are characters in the Trenches world who are depicted by the artwork (by Jake Stoker) and are given more depth an upcoming novella (by Tom Mead). The music reflects his character, beautiful and distorted in equal measure. ... more
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