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Rose Colored Glasses

from Behind The Curtain - Acoustic - by thePicassos

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Transmission #4

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"Picking at memories, like scabs left unhealed.
Your minds a wasteland, of forgotten movie reels.
Visionaries are extinct only scavengers survive.
They live in masoleums but with no one inside.
Cement and cobblestone weather and erode.
Not unlike storybooks but the ones over told.
These arrogant suiters chase after crowds, not one of them registers the damage all around.

I once was a child optimistic and new, I had my rose glasses but they have turned so blue, for you.

I frequent this streetlamp, the last of its kind.
Like cassettes of yesterday it longs to rewind.
The past isn't brighter, no more than its bleak.
but tomorrow was a promise just one that sounds so weak.

She once was a child, with dreams so enthused, she had her rose glasses on but they now too are blue.

boo hoo.

"Screaming to strangers he strains for validation,
Metronomes of silence long gone on vacation.
He fears for the day that the bells toll for him.
its answer is hallow but it comes from within. "

He once was a child with dreams so enthused he had his rose glasses on but they have turned so blue.

When the world seems so cold you can't even feel your hands,
Down the depths of despair we called the promised lands
I fell through the sky, just the clothes on my back.
I wished I could move on, but I have to turn back..
So long. "

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from Behind The Curtain - Acoustic -, released October 6, 2016

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Midwestern Gothic\Avant-Goth
Haunted sounds for haunted people.

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