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For every demon we create comes the bi product others appreciate
Each detail however innate draws a map that clears a prior slate
Of consumption meant only to sedate the physical laws that accentuate
The architecture which elates the flaws we fear to contemplate
For our own paths differentiate by only intent of said given state
While we map out the same play our means differ in the outcome we never chose to create
Bound by compounds science can’t explain we lose the need to concentrate
Upon the broadest of ideals to portray the magicians loss of deceit when he ascertains
Corruption through such invested vow s followed rigidly to unknown books
Without question of reason or how we willingly accept the hook
That taunts the nature of our willingness to explore what we took
From the absence of a now or a theory in which in to look
For every ritual religiouslessly preformed comes a a regret humanitarially mourned
From the moment each viral ideal is born from limb to limb respective protectors are torn
By their own mothers regretful scorn each willful subjects will of choice is worn
Away like water wears stone but no one realizes we are forewarned
Of inevitable hell we walk through stores of divertive infectious whores
That serve the purpose only to score themselves against the millions of poor
Pawns played elegantly for the cause in which you’re coincidently employed
So who will answer for the sores of all those freed now from allure?
Corruption through such invested vow s followed rigidly to unknown books
Without question of reason or how we willingly accept the hook
That taunts the nature of our willingness to explore what we took
From the absence of a now or a theory in which in to look
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i guess im not ready for a reason in the first place
but ive got some bad decisions that im ready to make
and im glad that i made some with you
or at least i think that i would like to think thats true
well we've been to the moon and we left it with a shine
pretending that everything we did there was just fine
and i dont want to say that i guess i never lied
i just dont know if i ever felt a thing
and i dont know what memories it will bring
i guess i dont know now if im ready to die
and i guess i didnt know if i was ready to be alive
i dont think i had a choice and i will never survive
because we all have our own neverminds
we all have our own neverminds
we all have our own fucked up minds
ill stay out of yours if you stay out of mine
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Alien
02:14
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Faith in chaos is back - the original overdub master
Hittin you with another track - and you know it’s a disaster
You see ive fallen in traps had memory lapse and relapses’
My mind may have a few cracks but im still steadily lackin
No less than a reason to keep from breathin when tall tales outgrow your ceiling
You see you created the villain in the eyes of every passing civilian
And I feel alien in a world that im told I was created in…
Rewind the track back.....
to the dawn of lost sense of time in which developed to rhymes
Had less cares than I had dimes but always stayed up on my grind
Killing days like fine wine with hazy eyes and a makeshift mind
That aint yet been nowhere to find between these blurry ass lines
Hello? Are you there or did you hang up the phone?
Well that too bad cos ima tell you why you still feel alone
While I got plenty of voices to talk to in my cranial dome
You say you read between the lines? Read between the crevices of my mind
Still think that i should just unwind or wish you were still deaf and blind?
See that’s exactly why you don’t spit shit until you checked yo fucking list
Cos I catch your errors and cant resist to sell it right back to you “as is”
I aint looking back or forward or left or right just look to day and night
Just like the patterns of my plight that I hide the plainest of sight
See I aint never seen another place where Ive ever fit less
These words are just a small taste of all the things I know best
And I feel alien in a world that im told I was created in…
Feel im outcast to the cold because I learned a different lesson…
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Astrological dreaming
03:11
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starring off like children do
where did we come from and what happened to you?
all the stars fall in line with your eyes
you phased the moon and you changed the tide
now i know why we don't ask why
no i know why we never ask why
there is no distance and there is no time
only memories of a pastoral life
when all your dreams go up in flames
you look around you're all that's left to blame
wandering motionless as fast as you
fell fast from greatness with a style so true
fall like a comet through your atmosphere
dust shadows sunlight that once was shed here
by this we thrived now stuck lost from the night
we followed the moon and howled at its light
no i know why you don't ask why
and nothing left is just being alive
when all your dreams drift away with the rain
look around you'll find no one else to blame
stammering loudly as you practice my stagger
why'd we create this when it now doesn't matter?
degradation of status i feel like Pluto
lost like the waves the moon threw at you though
drowning feels lonely alone ive seen
did silence surpass us or are we no longer keen?
to our dreams as they watch us now go insane
look around were too busy expressing self blame
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Well there's a face on the city of a man
That walked away from you to hold your hand
She said the sky here is a pleasant place to land
But when you're drowning you just won't understand
And all the eyes in his stories wore a tune
That she does swallow with a pill each afternooon
Its to dark to let you light my tomb
And all these empty seeds have reached full bloom
Don't ever miss your graveyard shift
Ill stand up to trains if just to get a lift
There's a shadow speaking ill of his quest
But all she forgets are my favorite regrets
All the answers keep throwing her a test
And failure is getting hard to ingest
So we sleep on the statue she gave
To the horse who rides across all the waves
So close to swimming in shallow graves
Just ring the bell but no ones there to save
Don't ever miss your graveyard shift
Ill stand up to trains if just to get a lift
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Le vale of suppression
01:48
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though my will may tend to wear a vale to deciieve
and regret may be the reason i lack that i cant sleep
repressive memories are the images of all our wildest dreams
so we float on the the elation that it developed a reprieve
then comes loss then comes darkness a labyrinth of deceit
dumbstruck and still lost in tombs of distant and obsolete
molecules that construct prosperous attempts to achieve
being stuck in a coin toss that gives a glimpse how naive
so many lies it always took to sew a family when it tore
and each child left wondering why they couldn't do more
to mend the vile wounds that tell the stories of war
that these veterans forgot, that's what suppressed memories are for
there is a reason for all you forget
dont strive to remember the things you would regret
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so why did you come back around?
i thought i killed you in a dream
just before you left town
but last night i heard your ghost sing
that song i know you know
makes this day too much to fake
that song you know i know
just makes me too much to take
so you lied and hit the ground
i never questioned what it means
til its lost it cant be found
but last night was so much less serene
that song i know you know
always makes my bones ache
that song you know i know
makes the clock break
and time it stand so still
just like you and i never could
if this world spun at my will
and change its pace you know i would
that song i know you know
by the way my voice shakes
that song you know i know
still makes you tremble like earthquakes
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there's blood on the walls but at a glance nothing seems askew
a sweep down the hall to the room for a closer view
watch this world go down the drain
cant keep myself from going insane
got no signal from my fucking brain
only little fragments that remain
study the reasons that you are what you have become
detail the treason expressed through memories that make you numb
watch this world go down the drain
cant keep myself from going insane
got no signal from my fucking brain
only little fragments that remain
we watch the world change in ways that cant be explained by you
so sick and deranged these days i adhere and refrain from the truth
watch this world go down the drain
cant keep myself from going insane
got no signal from my fucking brain
only little fragments that remain
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it was last week on Sunday when i still knew a boy he had dreams and he had imagination
with far too much drive he fell short of direction and he drove himself to inebriation
on Monday he woke and i wasn't quite sure just what had happened and what was just nightmares
sometimes its too hard now to distinguish the difference in the real world and thoughts from vacant stares
its so hard to sleep when you're not sure if you're dreaming
have i moved on or is he still inside you drinking?
it was late Thursday night when i forgot who he was but then i heard the cars crash through my window
i woke up on the floor he was covered in sweat my head was pounding, couldn't stand the crescendo
on Friday he swore now that the bottle would stay full but Saturday came and now im just not sure
its Sunday again and i think he's awake, when im dreaming he's finding false cures
its so hard to sleep when you're not sure if you're dreaming
have i moved past this crutch or stopped thinking?
now im not sure what he's saying but every night i hear him screaming
and im never sure if ive let him out
im not sure who to believe, the boy i once knew or myself
if only i knew just who this dream was about.
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to believe so much intently upon something you dont believe exists
explains the reasons for the patterns to all you think or insist
where the planets have a rhyme and reason, dark matter need not resist
because the details have been left out and we are all manic depressive
everything adds up
and no remainder is left in space
i found a way to define trust
and all those songs are now replaced
by symphonies written in ska
and all the notes i could never play
so there's a reason that im lacking
to why the edges always fray
now everything ive ever completed seems emptier than rough drafts
that have stuck within paradoxical sleep and diverged into many paths
that all lead to unopenable doors locked tighter than memories from my past
that all blend into one book you wish would never end as you hope wont last
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Why do I smile?
02:37
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its the connection they desire
though disconnected with every keystroke
we burn out with yesterdays fire
and dissipate along side the smoke
in quite a similar spiral
though inverted however portrayed
if these intentions had gone viral
the way humanity's been betrayed
you ask why do i smile
ive forgot just how inside this joke was
to explain would enable denial
and ive prolonged in-complacence long enough
striving for reality we self deceive
most could hardly even play their own roll
if we held the quill and what we perceived
scripted the dreams of our souls
would we each live in our own world
or would you know which one is mine?
when the truth is unfurled
now who always was blind?
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When god's catch fire
03:26
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this is merely the introduction so be prepared for seduction
there's no avoiding abduction or all of its repercussions
so just be open to discussion of routine games of Russian
roulette with the cousin of murder death and destruction
you see ive played with the devils fire but i aint never been burned
traded my morals for desire and not one lesson ive learned
but quit your stressin and live only for what you deserve
this world has nothing to give but clocks a bank and a Hurst
time grows old and now must carry on with his cane
the devils caught cold all of the gods are now insane
if only Freud's mind had not drawn such a blank
when Theodore Geisel forgot to rhyme we knew humanities ship sank
then we walked on there was nothing, no room for left and right
the distance was gone still we had no day and night
moon and sun collide creating darkness out of light
there were no reasons in which to abide and sense is far out of sight
in absence of a thesis we start to question existence
so tangled up in releases we show too little resistance
to the demons we all possess that bury you in your own flesh
disassembled like robots or less close the curtain, cover the mess
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Making of molds
02:45
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Don't forget what you own
This world that never has felt like home
Though its rarely ever shown
The closer these people get the more it makes you feel alone
Never forget to keep in your mind
You control your surroundings in all aspects of life
So its you to blame for all you dispise
And your own fault when you're devoured by pride
Let it go and let it come
You can't be hurt yet should never feel numb
As nothing is happening nor is it real
When you're aware that its you who decides how to feel
So walk on without me, I'm in need of no crutch
Have no time for your petty vanity and no care to be lush
For my time doesn't exist
And I've no desire to start or quit
I only write what it is I see
No its not for you only for me
Because you're only an image I've portrayed
For my own entertainment and to distract my brain
From the preface of false reality
Its euphoric the way most want the worldto be
But I can only play this act so many times
Embelished in faux emotions explained only through my rhymes
And I could wander on for hours but my tongue has become tied
So you go on in your world so empowered by the place with me you no longer reside
Because one mans lesson is another mans comical relief.
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An idiomatic equation
02:20
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The only void I have left is a reason for my vices
Made up with my enemies through their own devices
Contemplated the complications they once had provided
Now they have no weight or that’s what I’ve decided
I walk in no mans shoes for they say an inch is a mile
Away from mother earth so from the moon I watch her smile
At the Twainism’s of modern times where realization betrays denial
And for that you will be exiled like a leper without a trial
But we laugh we do, and we mock their every rule
Life’s only opposition may no longer be death
When the liveliness of this world is not at all what we reflect
Spawned from and in turn becoming artificially intelligent
Inadvertently by some intent we’ve lost ability to connect
In this prosthetic and digital world with no evidence we exist
Though your scoreboard may have friends that form an endless list
In a year who will remember so why now should I insist
To concern myself with reason, theory, emotion or a concise?
There are freedoms in being alone
I thought I would explain but then I wouldn’t feel at home
But we laugh we do, and we mock their every rule…
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the reason we need acceptance is so we dont go to far
i never opened my own doors they were always just left ajar
dont look to deep into your reflection or you'll burn out like a star
so i make patterns on the floor of my favorite empty bar
where smoke lingers like the time when questions are never asked
many tales are told but their purpose is too blatant to grasp
so i struggle with every rhyme that never seems to last
and my words have grown so old i feel they're living in the past
but the mirror speaks so clearly now i dont even believe a word
that is whispered frantically in tongues and is rarely even heard
though its vocal chords are strained to distracted ears it's blurred
we should have been more indirect, their hold on you is absurd
the point in all relation is to weigh boundaries depth
how far can you push before there aint no patience left?
mania spawns elation and it;s too much to digest
parasitic to the core but Darwinism does suggest
in such an inadvertent manor if i own the right intent
theres no reason to distinguish between memories and things i invent
although im broke in field of answers i stole the tools to convince
myself i've been relinquished of the idioisms we failed to prevent
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