1. |
Frantic Ghola
01:57
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I fall apart beneath the moon
The ego calls too soon
The cells between our hands
Are cause for their harsh demands
Trying to slip through
Our grasp holds the ether tight
Prying our fingers
They fight to regain powers of the night
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2. |
Swamp Waltz
03:39
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You’re stuffing all your plastic bottles
Deep within the bin
‘Cause what’s the point in trying
If you feel nothing within
Without the parent company
Our pleasures are subdued,
By holding to our purchase power
Consumption accrues
So what's the point in trying
If you hardly leave a mark?
You sit down to consider if
You truly need a car
Yet energy is pumping
Every time you make a click
The butane comes from somewhere
Every time you make a flick
But it all feels engrained,
The life we all now reap,
I cannot save the world
Just by walking down the street
They will not tell us what we use
In fear we'll stop paying
No good effort ever starts out strong
The joules beneath my feet
Tell me right from wrong
To be human is to falter in our steps
To be human is to decide what is next
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3. |
Decay
02:04
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Growing, from within,
Shed the cells of who you've been
Outnumbered, by your own gut,
Even thoughts are not clear cut
I can run, I can sleep
I can act on what's told to me
But I can't think without the aide
Of these microbes watching me decay
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4. |
Arcturus
03:04
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The tunnel creeps, the abysmal hex it does defeat
I walk right in, the walls reflect redemptive sin
Under earth, the dirt’s nutritious for the worms
I mark my place
Far from the force that pulls me down,
I grasp to the echoing of sound
Freed from the echo chamber
I fight the ego holding me, so I can
Run, through the trees and up the hill
I can breathe, atop the mountain, no domain
I look out, and see the words begin to chill,
In the clouds, each letter transmutes into rain
They cascade throughout the sky
And hit the ground with no reply,
Without a sound
I paint the cave with shades of blue,
Chained to the wall I watch the view
I take the rain, order by height,
And form the words that have escaped me each night
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5. |
Waking State
04:27
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I step out of my car,
The moonless night painted black,
And walk to the hotel door
To end the day on my back
I’ve been driving for days now,
Sleeping when I’ve got time,
No life behind me,
Just whatever I find.
As I enter the hotel,
And the clerk waves me on,
They say they’ve booked a room just for me,
Knowing I’d come
They hand a key to the room,
Number one-fifteen,
And I make my way down the hall
Rusted sconces line the wall
I find my room, open the door
There is no bed, just one lamp on the floor
I take to the floor, to fall asleep
Just then a white flash startles me,
In the light, I see my past
And actions that have yet to pass
And when I sleep, I relive those memories
When I wake, I’m not who I want to be
I cannot leave the room, the door’s no longer there,
This is my waking state, but when I sleep my life is there,
Floating through
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6. |
Bug Patrol
04:45
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Between the fingers and the gut
These pills restore the doors I've shut
I question poison in my hand,
A past antidote so bland
But now the slime that carried me
Out tunnels, giving what I see
Has dissipated off the walls
Now conscious, I can make my calls
Predestination plagues my mind
Dichotomy in what I find
I try to readapt my brain, yet again
Debating what is truly same
My hands are led by sudden shock
The electricity I sought
Yet perhaps, this is all for show
Perception stifles what is known
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7. |
Substance
03:03
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Watching the leaves
Follow their path
Without a vacuum
They make their journey last
The air so thin
Yet prominent
What we call nothing
Is oh so dominant
I try to breath
In excess, deprived
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8. |
Frightful Messenger
03:58
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Gone, the days of past
The future ripples, splits at last
Amongst the moves,
Free will aghast
Infinite complexions
So infinitely fast
Gone, the days of now
Each iteration shows the past can gently bow
Yet present tense makes little sense
Falling into time, an eternal vow
Closing circles, closing loops
You make your decisions
But it’s the ceiling for the roof
Each moment we decide
Sends a splinter through the sky
Though always predetermined
We map out the ways we die
The entropy still holds me back
The closing loop sends me upfront
The present doubt tries to attack
The future thought seems too blunt
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9. |
Cascading Tiles
02:15
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Following footsteps
Creased out in the mire
The tunnel narrows
As I follow the fire
Now I yearn for the threads in the sky
And the crease in my palm
My memories call from within,
I have doubts, I have qualms,
I have no other way
Just try to hydrate
Just try to shower
Just ignore the cascading tiles
Falling tall off the tower
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10. |
T.O.A.
10:08
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There's a chance for omission
There's a way to avoid
If our conscious holds value
Aren't we surely employed?
"Wave to the camera, Honey,
We know what you do.
Wave to the piles of money
While your income is skewed"
In the terms of agreement
I can give it all up
There's no terms of endearment
This machine has no gut
In my debt I am free now,
Give me reason to work
I can touch the disease now,
Watch me die with a smirk
Just to them it's unlikely
That our blood's on their hands
Face to face with a stranger
Who ignores our demands
It's a system in power
That profits from our mistakes
It's a bias in power
Who switches gas for the brakes
"Wave to the camera, Honey,
We see all your despair
We communicate through cryptic ads
For shoes and cookware"
Listen for the silence
That's where our freedom lies
Sever their income
When you sever your ties
"Wave to the camera, Honey,
There's no stopping us here.
Learn to ignore the reality
Or live a life of fear."
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