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atlas
02:30
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Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
Can you feel me?
Am I Dreaming?
Sometimes I cant take
The pressure or the weight
Its crushing and I'm no atlas nor apollo
This pills too big to swallow
Am I empty?
Is there anything?
Left here for me?
Suspense is killing
Sometimes I cant take
The pressure or the weight
Its crushing and I'm no atlas nor apollo
This pills too big to swallow
Cant stop the bleeding
My veins are screaming
My soul is whispering
I need some clarity
Sometimes I cant take
The pressure or the weight
Its crushing and I'm no atlas nor apollo
This pills too big to swallow
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2. |
cyclical
03:12
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Here on a shallow earth
I spin circles incessantly
Between my death and birth
Confusion takes a hold of me
Its rhythmic and its cyclicle
The way that mania turns
To depression and I'm miserable
And all that I love burns
Watching the fall eternally
Until the end of time
From deep in the infirmary
Perpetually following blind
Under a burning sun
I feel myself evaporate
Into the cloud of depression
No longer can I relate
When the moon makes the waves
Crash into sandy shores
Mania takes hold, it fades
I'm left wanting more
Above my comfort by six feet
I walk aimlessly on the ground
Awaiting the undertaker
To lower me down
I go down, where I can carry the crown
The forest is in flames
I get jealous of its renewal
Deep within become enraged
At getting stuck in the cycle
Of lower highs and higher lows
Like an auger in reverse
Downward is all that I know
Is enlightenment or naivitey worse?
The trail follows the train rail
Toward the cemetery gates
This disease has made me frail
And I've become my own inmate
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3. |
growth
03:12
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Focus on your flaws until they become your strength
They say you're only as strong as your weakest link
Take your own advice learn when to fight and when to run
Take control of your own life before you're staring down the gun
I'm searching, for a way
To find my passion, to find my place
At times I'm lost, or someplace like it
Theres always a cost, when I forget
Growth is never easy step out on the ledge
Take the plunge enjoy the ride live life on the edge
Pain is necessary keep treading water dont drown
Overcome your fears dont ever let them take you down
I've never fought, as hard as I should
Just simply accepted, that I'm no good
But now I'll strive, to better myself
Before it's too late, and I'm ash on a shelf
Growth is never easy step out on the ledge
Take the plunge enjoy the ride live life on the edge
Pain is necessary keep treading water dont drown
Overcome your fears dont ever let them take you down
I'll keep looking, for a better way out
From deep inside my head, so full of self doubt
And now I've found, something to hold
A purpose to live for, a reason to grow old
Growth is never easy step out on the ledge
Take the plunge enjoy the ride live life on the edge
Pain is necessary keep treading water dont drown
Overcome your fears dont ever let them take you down
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4. |
nova
02:43
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I have tried desperately
To understand the way you breathe
Thought outside myself but still
I just cant seem to find the will
To open up my eyes again
I thought I'd find my own way in
You turned the light out on my life
At least its softer on the eyes
You're remnants of a black hole
The ghost of a distant universe
You're the star I used to know
Burned out for better or for worse
I have sought after some truth
At this point the lies envelope you
Not sure what's left to believe
Looking for some sort of reprieve
Take me back in history
To the birth of the skies and seas
Another place another time
Buried beneath another life
You're remnants of a black hole
The ghost of a distant universe
You're the star I used to know
Burned out for better or for worse
I have felt whole worlds collapse
You're always slightly out of grasp
Like the wind you flow right through
And life becomes a part of you
I think I've seen this all before
The beginning of an ancient world
From below the heat does rise
And melts away your naive disguise
You're remnants of a black hole
The ghost of a distant universe
You're the star I used to know
Burned out for better or for worse
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5. |
clockwork
03:05
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so distracted by the signals floating freely through our air
like a virus goes unnoticed until were 7/10th's impaired
now to breathe requires graphs and charts that are used to compare
and contrast elation reward frustration pride and then despair
while we wager feelings over thoughts or the adverse in turn by day
during endless conversation with the ghosts of parts we've played
in younger days and simpler times we now admit to some dismay
but those conveniences we leech onto somehow lead us astray
now we viddy all the films in colors the real world could not offer
but moloko plus and ultra violence tend not to make realization softer
written words distorted and mis-portrayed is exactly what came after
censors depict the world to the public without the 21'st chapter
yes its typical worn and jaded but weve forgot with all the static
that interferes with the electrodes that are created in your attic
infecting through the bloodstream with a zombie like tactic
severing brain stems first and rapidly it spreads and it is quite sporadic
so we chance the side effects just to advance - or do we regress?
the tele tells me "things are fine" and "look at all the progress"
but the headlines sing a different tune when between the lines is stressed
and if we'd put the gadgets down we'd realize its obvious
but now we viddy all the films in colors the real world has forget
and all the polly in your pocket cant buy back what we have lost
cos epic tales will be believed when there is no concern of cost
of constant commercialism to convince common trust
***please disregard this notice if you ignore it it will go away***
***check in to the illusion, we hope that you enjoy your stay!***
so distracted by the signals floating freely through our air
like a virus goes unnoticed until were 7/10th's impaired
now to breathe requires graphs and charts that are used to compare
and contrast elation reward frustration pride and then despair
while we wager feelings over thoughts or the adverse in turn by day
during endless conversation with the ghosts of parts we've played
in younger days and simpler times we now admit to some dismay
but those conveniences we leech onto somehow lead us astray
now we viddy all the films in colors the real world could not offer
but moloko plus and ultra violence tend not to make realization softer
written words distorted and mis-portrayed is exactly what came after
censors depict the world to the public without the 21'st chapter
yes its typical worn and jaded but weve forgot with all the static
that interferes with the electrodes that are created in your attic
infecting through the bloodstream with a zombie like tactic
severing brain stems first and rapidly it spreads and it is quite sporadic
so we chance the side effects just to advance - or do we regress?
the tele tells me "things are fine" and "look at all the progress"
but the headlines sing a different tune when between the lines is stressed
and if we'd put the gadgets down we'd realize its obvious
but now we viddy all the films in colors the real world has forget
and all the polly in your pocket cant buy back what we have lost
cos epic tales will be believed when there is no concern of cost
of constant commercialism to convince common trust
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6. |
static
02:22
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we don't know exactly what does truly exist
when feelings fade each time the clock tries to resist
and colors change when you let your mind lose control
but the truth devastates the lies as they both take their toll
on the fragile state of being between the saddest songs
for a second in the silence we forget what's right and wrong
as the lyrics form a stream
and it explains your darkest dream
while the rhythm splits the seams
and its static is so serene
there's a puzzle in the patterns of electrodes in your brain
as we decipher all their meanings we find they often change
at such a speed we cant keep pace and watch the newest storm
spin circles like our mouth talk in each time an idea forms
but we cant trace them on a map or record in a book
because these opinions drift away just as fast as they took
and the lyrics become serene
and change the rhythm of the stream
the static in your dreams
does best explain your splitting seams
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