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Dreambound / dreamboundmusic / dreamboundmusic http://vk.com/dreamboundmusic / dream_bound http://dreambound.storenvy.com ________________________________ Artist: Seek Harbour Song: The Witness Album: Single (2026) Hometown: Kent, United Kingdom Facebook: / seekharbour ________________________________ Lyrics: Why would anybody wanna see The stitch that spoiled the tapestry Especially when we’ve worked so hard Painting faces under veils to mask Inconsistencies and eulogies Haste the day I shape this deity If only for a while So I might stay silent, motionless A murder in the first degree No fear of witness If I’m hanging myself after dark Maybe we’re all running, running Maybe we’re all running out of time Time to become something, other Than the version of ourselves we’d left behind No escape, preying on myself to get away Though my hands look pale, these palms are stained Bleach my mind of all its suffering If only for a while So I might stay silent, motionless A murder in the first degree No fear of witness If I’m hanging myself after dark Maybe we’re all running, running Maybe we’re all running out of time Time to become something, other Than the version of ourselves we’d left behind And should the mirror break It won’t be just the one thing shattered We run for runnings sake To the version we dictate, we justify And when the mirror breaks All versions laid out bruised and battered Plan B could be to hold tight All the details of a saint we failed to hide Maybe we’re all running, running Maybe we’re all running out of time Time to become something, other Than the version of ourselves we’d left behind Maybe we’re all running, running Maybe we’re all running out of time Time to become something, other Than the version of ourselves we’d left behind