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You come around, come around let’s fall
You come around I can swear I’ve seen it all
And you could burn all the bodies in hell and never once make it up to me
And you could spare me the silence you sell and never not be a burdenI can’t believe that you’re folding
Why can’t you see what you’re causing
And it doesn’t matter that the walls are shattering all in
I can’t believe that your faults win
Why can’t you see that you’re crawling and it doesn’t matter
All the walls are shatteringThis is my one calling, for most of your life
You come around, come around again
I held you off until you begged with force
And you take it and break it apart
You hold yourself up high again, it’s over now
I’ve said that before but you’re taking it wrong and making it feel like a burdenI can’t believe that you’re folding
Why can’t you see what you’re causing
And it doesn’t matter that the walls are shattering all in
I can’t believe that your faults win
Why can’t you see that you’re crawling and it doesn’t matter

All the walls are shatteringShe whispered loud in his ear
I burned out, the wind took you far
Now my heart beats outside
You were my everyone once
For what it’s worth
I let it go, let it go
So this is my one calling for most of your life
This is my one calling for most of your lifeA burden, I can’t believe that you’re folding
Why can’t you see what you’re causing
And it doesn’t matter that the walls are shattering all in
I can’t believe that your faults win
Why can’t you see that you’re crawling and it doesn’t matter
All the walls are shattering
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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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