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Parry (Prime)

from En Garde by Riposte

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Randall:
These songs aren’t anthems
Won’t make the bad parts shine clean
May not ever reach your ear, may not leave the inside of me
These words are distractions from the snake in my gut
Ready to unfurl.

No sweeping grand gestures. No shattering revelations.

Just a person spending a Saturday in bed
Trying to appreciate the fact that they are still not dead

Love like you know what the word means.
What else is there for you to do.

You say it’s real now like it wasn’t real before
These have always been the stakes
Life and death on the edge of the grave

Shawn:
the hesitation that comes before saying these things that inevitably fall on deaf ears. this distraction, built to fail you. leave you as hollow as everything else. i never meant to let it build up like this. just leave it (like i can't leave well enough alone) i let it grow so large it could choke me. it wraps it's hands around my throat and it's winning

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from En Garde, released January 30, 2019

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