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Attempts
03:39
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I'll forever choose the fight,
over being condemned to fester in the root of disease.
On the road, there's nothing more than skin to the breeze.
Strong-held faith in void nothingness
exist worlds beyond the perspective they insist,
cleaning up the mess coined me a nihilist
and I embrace wherever it is, the timeline finishes.
Children brave the ancestral fall,
and red handed fingerprints barely scathe a fate behind bars.
The system isn't built to protect us, or help heal the abrasion.
It's a fix the ailed, and turn-an-eye invasion.
I'd rather say something, than nothing
for every now and again
the void does us favors.
Karma is a bitch, and our flesh signed the waiver.
Put me in limbo, if it'll stitch our seams together
Give my sorrows to the reaper
and harvest them for a cause far greater.
Wherever it is that sacrifice pays off is where you'll find me,
I'm moving on.
Master manipulation through stoic disconnection
a plague sucking life's breath.
Iron white fathers are raping their daughters with reward,
and a single witness cannot bear to come forth.
I'd rather say something, than nothing
for every now and again
the void does us favors.
Karma is a bitch, and our flesh signed the waiver.
Tell me you'll do your part.
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Winds of Retribution
02:49
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To write my wrongs,
or write them down?
I'm not sure there's much difference.
The shadows will engulf me,
I'll still drown.
You'll be down and out
before my grip slips the surface.
Let's talk about transaction,
the vows they taught for love.
A self driven recipe to self destruction
still taunts us to come closer.
if you know what's good for you, roll over.
Pulling needles from the throat diligently,
I watch until the heavens are spinning.
knees barely sturdy to keep steady,
and I swear this is a compliment but
you still look deathly, the same shade
as your promises.
Timing is slow and heavy
as a panther stalks her prey,
a part of me knows the victim
and waits timidly.
I see why natural selection is praised.
Heartbeats sore & talkative,
like whispering a plan to escape.
If you'd consider us fugitives
you'd know the fragility of my faith.
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Enx Eeden
Sharing Two Spirit stories of reclamation, change + exploration through sound waves. A blend of tastes; sometimes punk,
ambient, or organic.
All songwriting, band art, production created by Enx Eeden (he/him, they/them).
This project was formerly known as Plum Skin on records and show lineups.
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