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An evident collapse
04:12
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i taste the pill beneath your tongue, so sharp the words in which you hung
your dream out on the line to dry, ive tried but mine could never die
so dark ahead this road now seems, the ghostly shadow and all it means
a new phase dawns out from collapse, one train derails another changes tracks
all the lost time all these tattered memories
every single line to every song that i sing
is the blood that i shed to keep myself sane
to keep track of my head and overcome all the pain
i see through your eyes a world so full of hope, has now faded from torment of lingering ghosts
alas there is no longer a desire to prevail, without searing passion you've already failed
succumb to the mundane existence i hate, sealing your tomb and designing your fate
this world alone can not keep me complacent, i require more than reality has to give
all the lost time all these tattered memories
every single line to every song that i sing
is the blood that i shed to keep myself sane
keep track of my head and overcome all the pain
you taste the pill beneath my tongue, so sharp the words i never hung
my dream out on the line to dry, i tried but mine could never die
so dark ahead this road should seem, that ghostly shadow and all that it means
a new phase dawns out from the collapse, your train derails mine changes the tracks
all the lost time all these tattered memories
every single line to every song that i sing
is the blood that i shed to keep myself sane
to keep track of my head and overcome all the pain
you see through my eyes this world full of hope, that never will fade from the tormenting ghosts
alas there will always be a desire to prevail, keep my searing passion i never will fail
wont succumb to the mundane existence i hate, i wont seal my tomb i design my own fate
this world alone can will never keep me complacent, i require more than reality has to give
all the lost time all these tattered memories
every single line to every song that i sing
is the blood that i shed to keep myself sane
to keep track of my head and overcome all the pain
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Impasse
02:44
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Chasing the darkness in search of something familiar
Regrets fade with time but the guilt tends to linger
So we drink till we black out to avoid confrontation
With the person we've become through inherent isolation
The lusters long since worn out and all pleasure truly faded
Still we feel coerced to swim the stream that leaves us jaded
Creating the very turmoil that we drink to escape
This catch 22 continually loops the same tape
All logic tells us recommence and the steps are clearly laid
But deep beneath the surface grows a nagging, incessant plague
That eradicates our rationale and binds us to our vice
Desperate to escape this cycle but can our mind handle the price?
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The art of insanity
02:14
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If your opinion and the system is our only solution
To the conflict at hand then we need a revolution
But you treat us as if we were a plague
Lock us up in “housing projects” to keep us away
If industry and politics are your resolution
To these problems like war, starvation and pollution
We need to turn the tables time to make a change
Because corruption and greed only keep things the same
If you just keep on doing the exact same thing
Expecting different results then your fucking insane
Keep appointing rich men we’ll live by laws of greed
While they ignore the people and laugh while we bleed
When mcdonalds and walmart are our countries two religions
It makes it difficult to make a decision
On what you will follow, and who you’ll believe
Claim whatever you want my only god is me
Separation of church and state’s the biggest contradiction
Theres no place for beliefs when your dealing with a system
Trying to govern a people that can never agree
We need to tear away our idols (money) and all deities
If you just keep on doing the exact same thing
Expecting different results then your fucking insane
Keep appointing rich men we’ll live by laws of greed
While they ignore the people and laugh while we bleed
Cos your worshiping things that I know don’t exist
If there was a god would the world be like this?
And if united we stand why do so many lay dead?
Walk the battle fields yourself and try to keep your head
This depiction of our leaders dying feels like bliss
In my dreams I watch congress members names build a list
Of those fallen for the country all written in red
It’s a beautiful site to witness their blood shed
If you just keep on doing the exact same thing
Expecting different results then your fucking insane
Keep appointing rich men we’ll live by laws of greed
While they ignore the people and laugh while we bleed
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Secrets of the crypt
03:54
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As I walk through my shadows dreams
Nothing aligns with what it seems
Each new path has its own set of demands
Labyrinths change with slide of hand
Logic and reason are your true mystery
Rivers of chaos lead to ancient streams
Where hydrogen molecules break away
You breathe the answers lost to the modern day
everything that you know is a lie, covered in layers of disguise
everyone looks for a reason why, we are born for nothing except to die
Telepathy and event horizon
Simple in darkness without realization
Under the soil where our mother grows
There is a silk screen where our subconscious shows
Us all the subdued functions of our mind
Open and aware through opening the third eye
Everythings known and through each path you will find
The key to open ears of the mute and the blind
A wise teacher once said nothing because he knew you already know
And smiled once and turned and left you in her afterglow
Each time I fade away into lucid sleep
Connect to worlds we cant believe in or reach
Where ticking clocks don’t hang on a single wall
These moving staircases allow you to fall
Deep in the well of purity and self fortune
Beyond the boundaries of end and where you begun
No space between copies of parallel universe
No time between the womb and crashing your hearse
Where tongues dance eloquently to the silence of sound
We bury meaning in the most hallow of ground
Invite the undertaker to devour the afterbirth
Were only aliens to our dear mother earth.
A wise teacher once said nothing because he knew most had closed the door
And the few that still had hope could feel the truth vibrating through the floor
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every devil, every god
every woman every man are just fraud
a hallow head, an empty shell
every angel in heaven have fallen deep to hell
these are the things from your most sincere of dreams
this future driven on intelligent machined
every day, fades into night
don't be afraid of what you feel in the moonlight
just let the wolves come out to feast
such sick desires beckoning for release
these are the dreams you hide from psychologists
the deep regret of such vivid premonitions
every thought, to every misperception
every lie to every misfortune direction
every soul your mind's infested
your life created by the evil's you've ingested
these are the things people beg not to see
euphoric elation is to choose not to believe
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Cross out the excess and crawl from your own grave
Glistening under moonlight in the willow trees shade
Stalked through the night by your visions morality
Dragged like a dog to the furnace of sleep
Carried away like the wind like it empties the urn
Speaking in tongues the virgin speaks out of turn
Advancing the stages of cardiac arrest
Through mute inhibitions desire protects
Estranged from the darkness enveloped in light
The wolves feast on warmth of a new unborn child
Entangled in wonder decisions far from the norm
These questions arise in the midst of the storm
Discussions follow patterns they open the sky
Developed the womb before mother dies
Emptiness overwhelms the coffin was left
Enticing the vein is inebriation at best
So quick to be careless this optical spectrum
Is the victim of intricate delusional perceptionhy
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The clock throws bones
02:24
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you are artless and cold
you can only throw stones
while we carry societies load
we have things that cant be sold
the songs we sing will forever hold
the resemblance of shattered bones
this worlds policed by ghosts for ive been told
but ive ignored their means of control
but the connection now is frayed
by clocks we see time's been betrayed
by directive media we have been enslaved
to complacent ignorance as if out cards had been played
we objectively have loose ends
and hope is burning at the fringe
that a connection bears a pastoral existence
but at least we know space and time bends
but the connection now is frayed
by clocks we see time's been betrayed
by directive media we have been enslaved
to complacent ignorance as if out cards had been played
to the angle we want to believe
though REM convinces us to self deceive
as a survival mechanism adverse of reprieve
and now I realize we are all a disease
but the connection now is frayed
by clocks we see time's been betrayed
by directive media we have been enslaved
to complacent ignorance as if out cards had been played
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9. |
Tale of two faces
01:55
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As I approached the feeble old man midway the bridge I could almost feel his lip quiver in anticipation as if he expected my stumbling over the tongue in efforts to project salutations to show my false sense of human decency. I could hardly have prepared myself for such an engagement… “its dreadful it is, the idea your life’s decisions where cast but at the fate of a coin” he sputtered this before dragging long and slow on his tattered roll up and flicked a half dollar to the stale midnight air. Mid flip my gaze caught my own reflection glaring back from his hollow eye. For but a second i transcend time in patterns through his past and my future spliced between each flip of his blank coin. The moment collapsed as I catch the coin in closed palm. Against my every will it slips my grasp and falls to the depths of the unknown. They never did find that dear old man.they never did find my dear old friend...
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10. |
Life is the first death
02:30
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this used to be fun but that rarely crosses my mind
i guess i just got bored over time, guess i just go bored over time
this used to feel like love now it just seems a chore
I guess I just don't want to work no more, Guess I just don't want to work that hard no more
Leave it all behind well I'll just up and leave
right now just don't seem to have the strength
to leave it all behind one day i swear I'll up and leave
right now just don't seem to have the strength
to leave it all behind and start something new
guess one day I could be as bored as you
could I ever be as bored as you?
We used to own the world and I thought we'd escaped
guess one day you just gave it all away
one day you just let it slip away
leave it all behind one day you just up and leave
on that day just where will I find strength?
leave it all behind one day if you just up and leave
and on that day just what will I believe? on that day just what will I believe?
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