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My New Wires - Parabelle



     
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I said I’m sorry, sorry for what I did
Does it make you cry oh no, oh no
Does it make you cry oh noWhy don’t you reach a little further
And through the pieces I don’t need
I am ashamed that you could once see me
Without the parts that make me real
Now this is my proof and you don’t need to see
Violate me now and drag me screamingMy new wires are so frail
They could be the death of me
Out by the stormy waters
Do you think you could cry out
Do you think you could right now
You’ll be the death of me nowWhy don’t you reach a littler further
Cuz you’re giving up when I want it all
And there’s a place where our past resides
But it’s colder than it looks, it’s older than you thought
Cuz I’m set on reason and weak eyes
You’re set on force, we’re on the same course

We’re starting strong but we’re starting lostMy new wires are so frail
They could be the death of me
Out by the stormy waters
Do you think you could cry out
Do you think you could right now
You’ll be the death of me somehowIt’s a burden to cover up that hole where your hope endured
It’s gonna take so long, just cut the cord and nothing more
I said I’m sorry, sorry for what I did
Does it make you cry oh no, oh no
Does it make you cryMy new wires are so frail
They could be the death of me
Out by the stormy waters
Do you think you could cry out
Do you think you could right now
You’ll be the death of me somehow
Out by the stormy water
You'll be the death of me now
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Para - close to, resembling.
Belle - beautiful.

The members of Parabelle have used this simple meaning to build music that backs up a philosophy. Beauty can exist in the smallest corners of the earth. It is found within sadness and within terrifying experiences but it also exists within itself. For every heartache there is a day where everything feels complete. The music will be dynamic, it will be as loud as often as it is soft. Screams will become whispers. It will be intense...it will be Parabelle.

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