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Same Old Song

from Closure by Blossom Cult

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lyrics

I am not who you think that I am
Detest twisted crosses and evil men
But I shook off the echo of yesterday’s song
While you desperately scream for the sounds to prolong

Years after the fall you’ll remember my face
And seek through the land in search for my trace
Slowly but surely you’ll grasp what you’ve done
When you kept singing that same old song

You keep hearing that song of the past
While all that you were keeps fading quite fast
Your blind eyes could not see what precious you lose
Screaming down yet another man’s views

The tears of your fathers fade in the sea
You wade through the water
Now it’s up to your knees
Your anger died off like the leaves of the trees
A sad old man’s all that you’ll be

The water is high now
It’s over your shoulders
The once wildest heart grows colder and colder
And the water’s still rising
Until it’s over your head
At last it is dying what was already dead

We know what we had just when we lost it
We miss the streets of the home that we lit
This land will never forgive what you’ve done
All you obsessed with that same old song

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from Closure, released September 11, 2020

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The BLOSSOM CULT-songs sing, scream, spit and whisper in brutal honesty - touching you, reaching for your heart. It is something real. Emotional, angry, sometimes tender, sometimes roaring.
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