1. |
From The Wild
02:57
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Dig your toes in the sand
clutching cold steel
with trembling hands.
Raiding holy lands
as the world
bleeds to death.
It is not sadistic
if it’s just a statistic.
These aren’t our machines.
All of our hands here
are clean.
When did you come from the wild?
A room of children
teach a child.
When did you come from the sea?
To give us all these rules
and just leave.
Hear it come from the sky.
Rummage through the mess
for those who’ve died.
Lay the young to rest.
Stare into the sun
as it sets.
When did you come from the wild?
A room of children
teach a child.
When did you come from the sea?
To give us all these rules
and just leave.
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2. |
Stone Idols
03:13
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I’m willing to listen,
but now I think enough’s enough.
If you know everything
then why have you given up?
Confessions of a heathen life.
I am not afraid to die.
Stone idols uphold your laws.
Just admit you still have gods.
Eating myself from the
inside out until I’m gone.
Sinking into what the
earth below is resting on.
Confessions of a heathen life.
I am not afraid to die.
Stone idols uphold your laws.
Just admit you still have gods.
I’ve always kept my mouth shut,
dragging around lifelong fears.
And then I found in an instant
what I’d been searching for for years.
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3. |
Paradigms
02:35
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Anything goes.
It changes so painfully slow.
Anything goes.
I have a new will to impose.
My mind’s always dazed,
and no matter what it strays.
And the tips of my fingers
are drawn towards a hated figure.
Feeding a need,
I’m on a redemption spree.
Feeding a need,
I’m not blind to anomalies.
My mind’s always dazed,
and no matter what it strays.
And the tips of my fingers
are drawn towards a hated figure.
Seers seeing beams,
my whole life’s a dream.
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4. |
Glow In The Dark
02:45
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Sitting still,
always waiting.
My condition
is degrading.
Glow in the dark
the way I’m supposed to.
If you’re not with me
then what are you?
Prone to draw lines.
Prone to lose time.
Prone to waste lives.
Met with no mind.
Having free will
doesn’t make you free
if you’re powerless to leave.
Glow in the dark
the way I’m supposed to.
If you’re not with me
then what are you?
Prone to draw lines.
Prone to lose time.
Prone to waste lives.
Met with no mind.
Does anybody here feel safe?
Does anybody feel at peace?
Does anybody still look sane?
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5. |
Flux
03:18
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Hands.
Palms.
Planted, steady, strong.
Eyes.
Ears.
It all disappears.
One life would be too long.
You still remain when you’re gone.
Air.
Flux.
Go wherever you must.
Scarred
earth,
sometimes the truth hurts.
One life would be too long.
You still remain when you’re gone.
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Pleasure only exists
because pain allows it to.
Don’t have time to regret
the things I can’t undo.
We walk a thinning line,
scrape together dimes.
To me this isn’t a game.
You name the price and I pay.
Sitting in a dark room,
staring at blue walls.
There are so many things
that I can’t do at all.
We walk a thinning line,
scrape together dimes.
To me this isn’t a game.
You name the price and I pay.
Stumbling down the sidewalk.
Shiny broken glass.
These are not the feelings
that are supposed to last.
We walk a thinning line,
scrape together dimes.
To me this isn’t a game.
You name the price and I pay.
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7. |
Frozen Breath
02:34
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Heavy addiction weighs on the mind.
Matter of fiction, matter of time.
Head on the floor, expressionless face.
Drunk on the ether, a questionable case.
Frozen breath.
There’s eight hours left.
One more day
someone else takes your place.
It’s three three
one three two four two.
Dialing endlessly
and never getting through.
Frozen breath.
There’s eight hours left.
One more day
someone else takes your place.
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8. |
Forms And Formalities
02:17
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Can you regret
the day that you were born?
Try to have forgiveness
but you can’t make out the forms.
Don’t mistake impatience for luck.
If you intend to crawl out
from the hole you’ve dug.
The dirt, the hurt, the word.
Count your steps
as your feet ascend,
spiraling into the
beginning and the end.
Don’t mistake impatience for luck.
When others move
forward move up.
The dirt, the hurt, the word.
Don’t have a crowd to please,
forms and formalities.
No one.
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9. |
End Of Story
02:39
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Striking lead.
Striking a nerve.
Do you have less
than what you deserve?
We are skilled.
We can rebuild
what’s been destroyed.
End of story.
I’m blocking out your presence,
attributed to nescience.
A muddied divination,
we crave annihilation.
Failure to accept
and to recollect,
an invisible noose
around your neck.
We are skilled.
We can rebuild
what’s been destroyed.
End of story.
I’m blocking out your presence,
attributed to nescience.
A muddied divination,
we crave annihilation.
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10. |
Fake Snakes
03:24
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Shit is so bleak,
and they’re so proud.
Anyone could lead
such a foolish crowd.
What you do and say
are different things, so
watch your back everywhere you go.
Static white noise,
the same faces.
We all come from strange places.
The one you used to be
no longer exists.
Now’s the time you told yourself
that you’d already missed.
Grinding my teeth
because it’s so loud.
I want to rest my feet,
but can’t imagine how.
What you do and say
are different things, so
watch your back everywhere you go.
Static white noise,
the same faces.
We all come from strange places.
The one you used to be
no longer exists.
Now’s the time you told yourself
that you’d already missed.
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